Sherlock X Reader Novels & Stories

I can spare some time to talk to you. Katherine checked the time and glanced at the door. It seemed that William was still outside so she continued playing with her phone. Jaxon's reply came almost as soon as she sent hers. Thanks, Katherine. I do miss my best friend. Kate smiled and put down her phone to check the door once again. When an hour had passed with no sign of him, she rose from the chaise lounge and walked towards her luggage. She retrieved the book she had brought with her from London, a classic Sherlock Holmes book, removed her robe, and, getting into bed, began to read. She had read this book more than a dozen times and yet she kept finding herself coming back to it again. Soo

I held the note in my hand and closed my eyes. When I awoke, I rolled over and peered down to see Sasha lounging on the couch reading. He hadn’t noticed me looking at him so I admired him from where I was. He was wearing brown chinos with a black button down shirt. His hair was still wet from a shower and he hadn’t bothered shaving, his beard had grown a bit more since we left France and the look suited him. But then again I was sure any look would suit him. He looked up from his book and did a double take when he noticed I was awake. He folded down his page and tossed the book aside. I couldn’t help flinching at the abuse he was subjecting his book to. I got up tying the sheet around me, an

They were disappointed by the unexpected turn of events, and their desires remained unsatisfied. A crewman approached Xavier, gently extending a book that the mysterious author had borrowed the night before. Xavier's interest was immediately sparked as he opened the book, his gaze drawn directly to a marked page that held a surprise. As his gaze settled on the paper, Xavier was overcome with awe. At the very beginning of the specified page, there was a note written by the enigmatic author himself. It was a private message, intended just for Xavier, a reader who adored the author's work.

Abi watched closely at the reflection that stared back at her, Just how did she change from that to this? Shira began jumping happily in her head, and she knew why her wolf was excited; Xander was close as his scent hit her hard. The door to the room was unlocked and hard footsteps could be heard moving in her direction, “I will take my leave now, Luna,” Sharon said, yet Abi ignored her assistant, her gaze locked in another direction. Xander moved to her standing figure, for a moment his eyes changed to his wolf's as his gaze burned with desire. His eyes were lit up,

For now. A knock rattled the door. She jumped, startled, then exhaled. “Yeah?” Xander popped his head in. The swelling above his eye had gone down to a sickly yellow bloom, and his hair was damp, as if he’d just come in from the rain. He didn’t speak at first—just considered her from the threshold, gaze sticking to the space where she’d hidden the letter. “Can I come in?” he asked, softer than usual. She shrugged, and he entered. He stood beside her desk, surveying the piles of books, the faded photo of her and her father in a rowboat. A few seconds passed, comfortable in their mutual inability to make small talk.

The raw contrast of his strict sergeant’s grip against the absolute, melting tenderness in his eyes makes my heart hammer frantically against my ribs. Underneath my skin, my wolf is purring with pure, unadulterated safety, completely intoxicated by his rich alpha scent filling the familiar room. ”I love you, Xander…” Alex murmurs, his voice a low, gravelly rasp that vibrates straight down my spine.

“Sure, I’ll be here waiting.” I heard the shower start up, but I couldn’t focus back on my reading. Something was really up, and I was more than a little curious. I tried, but after reading the same paragraph six times, I looked up to see Xander walk out of the bathroom and into his closet to get dressed. I stood up, put my book away, and waited for him to finish.

Makes him unable to read what's next. "Was it cut off?" cried Alice as she leaned closer to Xander who was sitting next to her. "Yeah, it's cut off and I don't know where they are!" Xander said closing the book. He immediately closed it because the next page no longer discussed the cup. "Then, what should we do now? That pure-blood human and the cup, there really isn't a single clue!" said Logan took a deep breath and drank his soda. To relax the muscles of his mind. Mr.Erick closed his eyes, a flash of memory suddenly flashed through his mind making him look at Xander and Alice. His feeling said that the pure-blooded human was one of them.

It was thrusting, aching to be inserted into her moist p*ssy. “Tired?” Xander asked, as he stood to his feet. Athlea’s cheeks flicked red. She was not tired, she wanted more. But she felt too ashamed to ask for it. She had missed his touch. He is the only one that knows where to touch her, and how to do it. Athlea recalled her gaze from Xander, her finger moved down towards her wetness. Xander’s brow raised, and a smirk plastered on his lips. He licked his lower lip, then pulled off his shirt.

A deep grunt escaped my throat at the thought that she was also going to find out that I was her mate and would also perceive my scent. shit! I hissed and clenched my fist, bracing myself to reject her immediately; I wasn't worried about the pain because I was also planning to kill her. My name is Xander, the heir to the Red Moon Pack. Being the son of Alpha Xavier, I had to be more cruel than him, giving no space for romantic feelings, which do nothing other than make someone weak and act stupidly. Lena's POV.