Sans X Reader Novels & Stories

Lorenzo: The room smelled of aged whiskey and gun oil, the faintest scent of iron still lingering from the last time one of my men had been careless. Annalise sat across from me, one leg crossed over the other, swirling the glass in her hand like she was trying to drown her nerves in amber. “She’s broken,” she said finally, voice low. “And Xavier’s breaking with her. You should be pleased. Isn’t this what you wanted? You can stand taller now. You need to drown yourself in drinks. Mind you, you don’t even need to keep roaming around her.”

“Kindly call your lover boy and tell him to call off the ten snipers surrounding us with their guns aimed at me. I will not harm you in any way.” She smiled secretly. So this is Isis’ plan. One wrong move and the Marquess will drop dead. “Let the snipers be,” she said and sat at an empty table and crossed her legs while looking at Santi. “If you don’t have any bad intentions towards me, you have nothing to worry about. I’m sure those snipers won’t shoot unless you do something bad.” Santi sighed deeply. “You have a very protective boyfriend.” Xanthe smiled. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

"S**t," Xander groaned when a foul smell hit his nose. He couldn't even shout at her, she looked too cute, and he couldn't bring himself to shout at her. 'I can't believe this, what is wrong with me?' he scoffed inwardly. "Dude... Looks like she doesn't like you," Enzo snickered as he stared at the slimy whitish stain on Xander's blazer. "Sorry," Alexandria drawled with a sheepish smile.

This chapter is rated 18+; please skip it if you are uncomfortable. ~~~ “You're very beautiful,” Xavier whispered against her nape as his hands went to her waist and he began slithering down her curves. “Fuck, I need to calm down,” Xavier cursed under his breath, finding it hard to control himself. He unclasped her bra and pulled down her panties so she stood naked before him. His eyes raked her perfect body, her heart-shaped ass, and he began to circle her, stopping in front of her.

Sage. I was not sleeping with Dominic in the presence of his jealous Beta. I had no interest in ever getting naked with him. I suspected that he knew this too but I could not be sure. It was still early in the morning and even thought I secretly wanted Dominic’s cock in between my legs, it was not something I was actually going to go through with. “The phonelines are not working,” Xena complained angrily. “Have you tried a mental call?” I asked. Xena shook her head. “All I hear are echoes,” she replied with a grim expression.

Big ugly sobs wrack my body . “This can’t be fucking happening again.” I cry as I throw my phone across the room, angry and sad at the injustice of it all. Xander I stand under the hot spray until I feel all the tension and exhaustion of the last few days slowing drain out of me. I wrap a towel around my waist and grab another to dry my hair. I dip my head and vigorously rub my wet hair as I enter the room. I drop the towel I’m using to dry my hair onto the bed and nearly fall over myself when I realise I am not alone. There spread out on the centre of my bed wearing absolutely nothing is my ex Amelia.

After hanging up, the man walked toward the sofa. Serena was reading a financial magazine and had just come across an article about X Group’s new hot spring resort opening on the outskirts of Vernon. Suddenly, a pair of slender arms wrapped around her neck from behind. She instinctively tilted her head and pointed at the page with a smile. “Xavier, your family opened a new hotel again?” “Yeah.” Xavier responded casually, then rested his chin on her shoulder. “I was just about to tell you.”

Henry whispered, his heart racing with anticipation. A moan escaped Xavier's lips as Henry's touch sent shivers down his spine. As he ripped Henry's shirt and pants off, Xavier whispered, "Let's make some new stories together." He threw the clothes, staring at the floor, and pushed Henry out of the hard groove of the cave floor, his eyes scanning Henry's naked skin hungrily. "I want to explore every inch of you," Xavier growled, his desire evident in his eyes.

Sarah opened her mouth and closed it several times in an attempt to convey her feelings but no words in her vocabulary could describe the emotions she felt at the moment. “Mr. Xono is slier than the foxes. We are not the only ones victimized by him. He has targeted many other Inspies. They reached out to me pledging their support in case I took action against him.” He said lacing his fingers through her hair in the hope that her love would keep him from giving in to the monster that was lurking within him. “So, what are you going to do?” She asked turning around and putting her arms around his neck.

Soft, sultry music began to fill the space. Sarah’s chest rose and fell with anxiety. This was real. She was really going to have BDSM sex with a monster. A man she loathed. Her mind flashed to Vincent—his touch, his warmth, his love. She had thought he would be her last. He was enough. He was everything. But fate—cruel, mocking fate—had dragged her into this. “Still scared?” Xander’s voice was low, smooth, almost amused. Sarah’s eyes met his. He looked like something out of a vampire fantasy—sharp, sculpted, alluring in a way that made her skin crawl and her breath hitch.