Sirius Black X Reader Novels & Stories

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Alexandria said with a sweet smile. 'Pfft,' Zion stifled a laugh making both their heads snap towards him. "Sorry... Sorry, carry on," He said to them with a small chuckle. "It's coffee, right?" Xander said with a smile that didn't reach his eyes. "Yes, black coffee without sugar," Alexandria said with confidence. 'D**n... This woman must have a death wish, she served black coffee to the almighty Xander?" Zion thought, looking at Alexandria with shock. "Okay, I agree with you, it's delicious black coffee," Xander said, eyeing the cup of coffee on the ebony desk.

"Elara and Merida invited me too." Xavier quickly tapped the e-reader screen, which displayed a line he'd already written. "You're just an afterthought." Leonard silently shot him a look.

It made everyone jump and fall silent. "What’s happening? Did someone come in late and decide to make a dramatic entrance?" Saphira softly asked. "It's Xavier Hellfire. He’s the alpha of the Dark Walker Pack. He’s extremely powerful, ruthless, and aggressive. No girl wants to be with him due to that. I’ll honestly feel bad for any girl who he gets as a mate," Lilly softly explained to Saphira. Saphira gulped and nodded at this. She hoped that this Xavier wasn’t her mate at all.

Goddess he reads quickly. “Would you like a nice thriller?” He offers without looking, reading the inside cover of novella. “Or perhaps some boring history to put you to sleep? I know I won’t be sleeping after what I’ve learned tonight…” I put my cup down to hide the shaking of my hands. “Sirius, you know that I have to put you to sleep tonight.” “Oh, I know,” he offers lazily. “I’ll be a good boy, I promise. But only if you don’t try and pull a fast one,” he says, staring straight into the bookcase as if he were speaking directly to me.

I said out loud. “And you’d get them, of course not now but in due time. You hold a lot of secrets you’re yet to know Lexi, but before all of that, I want you to replicate the Elysium and then you can be free to go, you have my word,” Mr Blackwood said. “I have your word? Then what is this about me being Xavier’s trophy wife? I guess your words don’t stand,” I asked. “I believe you should have figured out that my words are final and not Xavier’s” Mr Blackwood said.

“She's a Blackwood. Her mother, our Luna, is chosen by Alpha Damian. She's also a Blackwood. So, now, any pack dares to interfere with the Bloodmoon Pack?” Not a single guest answered. Xavier lazily swirled the wine in his glass before smiling. “Interesting. A moment ago everyone seemed very brave. Now no one has anything to say.” Several guests immediately lowered their heads. Elias adjusted his glasses with an elegant smile. “Guards, please throw these bastards out who dared to spread rumours about the Blackwood. They'll not have any ties with the Bloodmoon Pack from now on.” “Blackthorn Pack too.” Xavier added.

It was a digital ad for a new "Neurological Wellness Center." The face on the ad was Silas. He was smiling, his eyes hidden behind expensive glasses. The text below his face read: Healing the Past. Securing the Future. He wasn't hiding. He was the city. Julian saw the ad too. His grip on the wheel tightened until the plastic began to crack. "He’s waiting for us," Julian said. "He knows we have nowhere else to go." As we pulled into a dark alleyway behind the library, the car’s radio suddenly flickered to life. It wasn't music. It was a rhythmic, scratching sound—the sound of a pen on parchment.

"I’m ready. My life as a housewife ended an hour ago. Give me the brief, Nyx. Who is desperate enough to pay a hundred million for a five-day turnaround?" "It’s a funny thing, Xender. The request came through Seraphina Duskryn. She’s acting as the proxy for the Blackmoor Syndicate. Here are the project specs for Tristan Blackmoor’s new weapon line." "You have got to be kidding me." "Is it a problem? We can burn the contract right now." "No. Don't burn it. This is perfect. He just kicked me out of his house, and now he’s coming to my feet to beg for the very survival of his empire. What a small, pathetic world we live in."

Carol teased her. “Titus Black is the only one who can request for a custom-made one. Other people don’t get that honor.” Myka still did her best to deny there being anything romantic between her and Sirius. “Besides, how could I possibly like Sirius? If I really started dating Sirius, things would become really awkward for me if you broke up with Titus Black.” “You don’t have to feel awkward about it. If you like him, go for it. You don’t have to worry about me.”