Senku Ishigami X Reader Novels & Stories

Cold, precise, and ruthlessly successful, he was a man who took exactly what he wanted. He had chosen her the moment he saw her at dinner. Aiko Nakamura, 29, a brilliant art curator from Kyoto. Graceful and poised, with porcelain skin, long silky black hair, and a lithe yet curvaceous body that her simple white yukata barely concealed. Her dark eyes held quiet intelligence and a hidden hunger. Kenji approached her with calm authority. “The onsen is completely private tonight,” he said, his voice low and commanding. “No one will disturb us. Come. I want to see how long you can last before you break.”

it was Ishigami. So this is where you've been, Ishigami... The way you sit under the shade of the tree reminds me of me. I casually walk towards Ishigami... and sat beside him. "Ishigami... how is your day so far?" "..." No response, huh? "Ishigami... I'm here, you know?" "..." Still silence? "Ishiga-" Before I could finish, with a shaky voice, Ishigami said, "They told me..."

Every moment he wasted locating Reader was another moment in which neither of them were safe. They had to board before their level was sealed shut. "Reader!" Guard fought against his form's thick fingers to try to navigate the terminal which showed the location of every living entity in Records. Xuhelion were known for their stamina in battle, not for their dexterity. If he only had a little more time... "Guard?" Reader was far enough into Records for his voice to be a whisper in Guard's mind. Focusing on him allowed Guard to determine he was still on the floor with the most sacred of texts---and he had been reading as usual. No sense of urgency existed in his voice.

she gave an ensuring smile to her siblings. ****** At school the next day, Sasuke felt sad and angry because Sakiko wasn't there with him. "Hey Sasuke, can I seat by you?" Mari asked while pointing at Sakiko's seat. "No, you have hour's kindly go back there." Just then the English lecturer, Miss Kaneki entered the class. "Good morning students." "Good morning Miss Kaneki" they chorused. "Today we would be reading a passage from the English textbook and answering corresponding questions" her eyes drifted off to Sasuke.

Yep, a hopeless romantic. Keito, on the other hand, was the quiet type, being 5'11. He doesn't talk much unless he thinks it's necessary and still believes in being a gentleman. But, secretly under his intimidating exterior is a total anime and manga lover and cosplayer. Everything in his room is anime related from his walls, bookshelf, computer, and even his bed and floor. The only thing missing is his ceiling. “Sorry about that, Takumi.” Keito apologized. “Nah, Tak-kun doesn't mind at all. Right?” Ichiya threw his arm around Takumi's shoulders.

Her chest rose and fell in shallow bursts, eyes dazed, lips trembling. Su walked to her, heels clicking, cum dripping with every step. The chaos around them blurred—moans, screams, thrusts—all meaningless compared to this moment. She knelt down, her shadow falling over Aika. Aika blinked up at her, recognition flickering in her ruined eyes. She pressed her lips to Aika’s. Aika gasped against the kiss, soft, broken, trembling. Her eyes widened, pupils blown. She tasted the cum still on Su’s tongue, the heat, the rawness, and whimpered into her mouth.

The names of the Readers were turning into a solid, glowing "Ink Black." One of the "Readers" from the ship—a man in a modern black hoodie—jumped from the prow and landed in the courtyard. He didn't have gold eyes, and he didn't have silver eyes. He had eyes of "Pure Ink." He looked at Kaelen, and a cold, mercury-smile touched his lips. "The 'First Sentence' is beautiful, Genesis," the man said, his voice sounding like a thousand pages turning at once. "But did you forget the 'Disclaimer'? The 'Reader' doesn't just watch. Sometimes, the 'Reader' wants to be the 'Villain'."

"This truth holds me close, rocking me like a child in a mother's arms. It binds me in its love as death swallows me in its grasp." - Tomi Adeyemi, Children of Blood and Bone * * * * Ren walked into the room with a poker-faced expression, readying his weapon with the fingers of his left hand wrapped around the wrist of his right hand, with Yuri just behind him, her gun trained on Kanzaki who was standing in the middle of the room.

See you on my next work! Kim Dokja - Omniscient Reader. Best Regards, Park Michi.