Sweet Home X Reader Novels & Stories

“This isn’t a fantasy book, Haylee Smith. I’m talking about our life. So no, you aren’t a vampire.” “Are you sure about that? With everything happening lately, my life definitely feels like a fantasy book.” I retorted, smiling to myself as I walked down the hallway, even though I shouldn’t find this funny. “In fact, this story is transitioning too—into a fantastic fantasy romance. The heat of the kiss we shared with—” “Can you stay focused?” Liya interjected, but I sensed her happiness as we both recalled the passionate moment we had with Xalen before he left my bed. “You are such a horny wolf.”

My hands went around his waist as I hugged him from behind, kissing the patch of skin behind his left ear. “I see walking isn’t a priority now.” Lux chuckled. “I can’t wait to marry you again.” “Me too.” “Really?” “I am looking forward to the first night after all.” I smirked and Lux gasped as I groped his ass cheeks. “Crocell!” (Author's note: Hi. Hello, how are you? It's the first time I'm greeting any reader that may come across this work of mine and I am glad that you sticked with this book despite how novice I am. I hope you guys are enjoying. Leave a comment or a review if you can uwu)

Alone in the solitude of her corner, she allowed her tears to flow freely, feeling overwhelmed by the betrayal and rejection she had just experienced. In the midst of her despair, Hannah's wolf, Lu, spoke to her, offering words of comfort and encouragement. "Hannah, you don't have to feel down. There must be a reason for Liam to act that way. Stay calm, and remember that you can't let Sophie come between you and your mate. Liam belongs to you alone." Taking solace in the reassurance from her wolf, Hannah resolved to grow stronger. She considered seeking help from Scott, Liam's beta, to help her in her journey towards self-improvement.

He smiled. " What do you want? " I asked coldly, I'm tired of watching this weird behaviour. " Nothing. " He said, helping me seat up right. He walked towards me, placing kisses on my forehead. He placed a kiss on my lips, cutting the kiss. I stared at him in shock, I felt this weird spark run through my vein. " What was that?" I asked, opening my eyes slowly. " Here are the papers you asked for. Oh! Hi Amelia." Damon said, handing some paper work to Damon. He studied them carefully for a while chuckling.

” 2 The two utopianisms “When conversation is not merely an exchange of verbal mechanisms, wherein men act like gramophones, but rather consists of a true interchange, a curious phenomenon is produced. As the conversation evolves, the personality of each speaker becomes progressively divided: one part listens agreeably to what is being said, while the other, fascinated by the subject itself, like a bird with a snake, will increasingly withdraw and begin thinking about the matter. When we converse, we live within a society; when we think, we remain alone. But in this case, in this kind of conversation, we do both at once, and as the discussion continues we do them with growing intensity: we p

Only one way to find out… "James?" "Yes, sweetheart." Sweetheart. His sweetheart. "Bite me. I need to feel you. I want you." "Grace." A groan. "You tempt me. I shouldn’t. Tell me to stop, or I wouldn’t be able to stop myself." He hissed.

Jaxon keeps sucking on my cunt, licking whatever remains of my cum. I'm so satisfied, my body calm with a subtle buzzing in my ears. “I love you, Belle,” He breathes against my softened pussy, nuzzling it like he doesn't want to move away from it, like the arousing scent is keeping him sane. “I love you too, Jaxon.” I mutter, my eyes on the ceiling as I smile, slowly drifting into sleep. Everything feels so perfect now…and I don't care what happens when the sun comes up anymore.

The way my own chest tightened, not with fear, but with something dangerously close to excitement. I can't let that happen. Not with him. The next day, the fallout hits harder. Jace walks into the cafeteria and the air shifts. Conversations stutter. Heads turn. His usual table of loyal followers waits, but his eyes flick across the room until they land on me. And he doesn't look away. It's infuriating. It's terrifying. It's electric. I force myself to look down at my tray, to pretend the knot in my chest is nothing but nerves. But when I sneak a glance back up, he's still watching, still smiling that slow, dangerous smile.

But Sweet was unlike anyone she had ever met, and the connection between them seemed to defy logic. Was there a possibility of something more than just an employer-employee relationship? Seline's heart fluttered at the thought, but she quickly reined in her emotions. She had to tread carefully, especially when her heart and her head seemed to be at odds. As the night deepened outside her window, Seline found herself lost in the quiet moments of introspection. The stinging sensation on her waist was a physical reminder of Sweet’s touch. She knew that there were no easy answers, no quick resolutions. Whatever lay ahead would require her to navigate uncharted waters, where the whispers of tende

"I love you, my lovely luna." Lea smiled gently. "I love you more, my ultimate alpha." *** The End ***