Stan Pines X Reader Novels & Stories

"And why haven't you used it to get you some food?” “W-well… because… I'm not a guy,”I stuttered, blinking. Not a guy? That was some fucked up excuse. "So… the book is sexist?" Stan asked and I gave him an unusre nod. He bought it anyway. “Oh, alright." His face beamed with a smile as he grabbed the book from me and moved out of the line. I quickly slipped in before the space could close up. “Thank you, Stan," I said, grinning.

His muscular chest was completely bare. A view of Stanley like this made him seem cold yet desirable to Xyla. Stanley sat next to her directly. When he saw the screen on her phone, he extended his hand and scooped her into his arms before pressing his chin on her shoulder. “Reading the news?” He asked. “Yeah… You’re really quick…” Xyla said. “Am I quick?” Stanley asked. “Aren’t you?” “Looks like I’ll have to extend it to at least an hour next time…” Stanley chuckled.

After giving up on research, I had every intention of enjoying a romance novel in the library for the rest of the day, but when Xavier came in the library looking for me, I knew from the look on his face that he had other plans. He had reached out his hand requesting to read the page I was on. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that I was reading a particularly spicy scene. My flushed face gave everything away. Xavier’s nostrils flared as he finished reading the page I was on. In the book the main characters were fucking on the floor of the library when another male character joined them. They filled two of her holes and plowed into her in the middle of the stacks. “I can smell

It takes him a moment to read the room. All four of the guys are standing with one of my books in their hands. I know what each one is by glancing briefly at the covers. All of them are erotica, werewolf, and absolutely filthy. I have had to read most of them one handed and almost always fantasised about Phoenix and I as the main characters. “What the hell is going on? Why is Rose embarrassed?” Phoenix glares at his brothers as he steps in front of me. How did he know I’m embarrassed? He’s right, I’m absolutely mortified.

*She grinds her ass back teasingly, hedonistic eyes commanding as she spreads thighs wider, pussy lips parting invitingly, ready for filling. *Eyes widen in shock as they take in the scandalous scene before them - their best friend's mother, Stefanie, sprawled naked on the bed, laptop open to an array of hardcore pornography, her own body glistening with arousal. The provocative invitation hangs heavy in the air, a challenge issued directly to Y/N.*

They'd sat up there for two hours watching the sun go down over the ridge and talking about everything and nothing, and at some point Noah Callahan's shoulder had been pressed against his and neither of them had moved away, and Eli had understood something about himself that he hadn't had a word for yet. He passed the water tower without slowing down. The town materialized the way it always had — all at once, like a secret the forest had been keeping. The main street appeared from between the trees: the old post office with its faded flag, Morrow's Bookshop with the handwritten sign in the window advertising a poetry reading on Thursday, the Cedarwood Falls Diner with its red awning, Mae's h

she says, low and commanding. What? Stan grins like he’s just been handed a trophy. Then he turns to me. “You don’t have to watch if you don’t want to.” I don’t even know what to say. Stan shrugs and moves closer to Inker as she starts peeling off her clothes slowly. My stomach twists as he lowers his head to her pussy, Inker’s gaze locked on him. Then he dips his head lower between Inker’s thighs and the room fills with wet sounds I can’t unhear. His mouth moves against her like he’s starving. Inker arches, a low moan spilling out as her nails dig deep into his shoulders.

Mara & Elena – Dual POV Elena The scent of iron and pine was everywhere. It clung to our skin, soaked our clothes, and settled deep into the bones of the camp. For the first time in my life, Ashfang didn’t smell like home. It smelled like a battlefield waiting to be born. Mara and I stood in the war tent, hunched over the territory maps while lantern light flickered shadows across our faces. Her brow was furrowed, mouth set in a hard, unreadable line.

The world I once saw as beautiful is now tainted with evil. Steph breaks my deep, dark thoughts with a different set of deep and dark, “I gotta read you this chapter!” She shrieks. “Go on,” I roll my eyes. She reads me several chapters and I confess to my A****n order, which makes her ecstatic because now we can share our thoughts on the story. She explained to me why she never texted me back last night because of her role-play with Julian and his stupidity for not giving her a heads up. She insists that X and I need to try it out and that it’s a whole new experience. We’ll see…

I jab in the side with my elbow and I say, oops, sorry, I did not mean to do that. I go back to my book and I continue watching Stella and Christian’s lives play out before me, I cannot believe that this is the last book in the series, I want more from Ana Huang, she is an amazing writer. When Blake is reading Twisted Lies, I will have nothing to do, so I think I will take a nap.