Thomas Brodie Sangster X Reader Novels & Stories

“You leave me no choice, My Angel. I have to do it a little rough.” “Let go of me, Xander. What are you doing? Let me stand and read the documents. I promise I will give you advice after reading it.” “Shut up and start reading.” “But I can't read it in this position.” "Why? What's on your mind, Angel?”

But I don't have much choice. "You're not here to have the mate bond separated, are you?" the Gaze Reader drawls, voice thick with an unintelligible accent. I swallow, but the lump in my throat goes nowhere. The Readers eyes are a foggy, purple colour, already feeling like they are drawing out my thoughts before the ritual has even started.

I want Stella Harris for a night. Dada Capling froze. Stella? Coming back to his senses, "okay investor Thomas. Have your men prepare and come take her tomorrow." "Hahaha! You see that's why I like you. You're very smart and know when to do right." investor Thomas then said, massaging his tummy. He had long been eyeing Stella Harris and had been wondering when he could ever get a taste of her apple. Rubbing his belly, he went down. Investor Thomas was an investor, we known for his perverted nature.

It has bondage, doctor role pay, and lots of edging, which for some reason really appeals to me, even though it sounds like torture of the best kind. “She came running in as I was reading a bit out loud.” Braydon visibly swallows, looking guilty. “ I’m so sorry Rose. I never meant to embarrass you. There is nothing wrong with reading this stuff you know. Some of its actually quite good. Educational even.” He gives me a cheeky wink and Phoenix growls at him. “Mine.” A laugh bursts from my throat before I can stop it. My hand flies to my mouth to try to stop the snorting laughter as it keeps coming. I can’t stop it. Oh God it’s the most unladylike sound I’ve ever made, and it just keeps coming

He made her read what was on the whiteboard. Can I come over later? She frowned and raised her thumbs. Rye's smile got bigger as she read in his mind a happy "YES!" - Khali was singing in their garden while sitting in a hammock and feeling her phone vibrate. When she saw Sherlock's name on the screen, she smiled. Khali has already sent him a message. Brady died, and Sherlock never texted her first. She had to send her message before he texted her. It's pretty strange, but it's okay with her.

Neither of us could stop it from happening. It is like our bodies were tired of the fights and constant back and forth. So they took matters into their own hands. And now we were just pawns in their game of lust and unadulterated need. “Nothing,” I replied, holding back a shudder when his hand moves closer and closer to the apex of my thighs. “I can read your thoughts.” “But you’re not going to.” I don’t know what have me the confidence to say that. It made Xander stop on his prior.

The Readers. The suited man stood at the room’s center, not fading now—he looked stronger than ever, his suit a deep blood-red. In his hand, he gripped a golden hammer. "The Creator has witnessed you!" he shouted up at the eyes. "But the story doesn’t belong to just her anymore! The Readers demand a trial! They want to decide if the Doctor and the Soul deserve happiness!" A giant screen floated in the air. Maya saw words fly fast across it: — Kill Julian! Makes the story thrilling!

Thomas gave a lazy salute, both arms on full display—ink from wrist to shoulder, bold lines and dark florals that looked like they might move if he did. “And that’s Brody,” Teddy continued, nodding toward the redhead beside him. Brody was all freckles and charm, a mess of curls and a crooked grin that said he knew exactly how adorable he was. “I’m on bass. I provide the heart and the hips.” Just then, the door behind me swung open again. Ophelia stepped out, phone still in hand, frowning down at her screen. “Ugh,” she muttered. “He’s the devil in a Patagonia vest. I swear—oh.” Her gaze lifted, locking on Teddy first, then trailing to Thomas and Brody behind him. “Whoa.”

Thomas's voice replayed in my head, when he said: You'll never marry Darcy while I'm still breathing. We'd see about that. I scrolled through my contacts and stopped at a name-Raymond. Discreet. Expensive. The kind of man who handled problems permanently. Just in case Thomas forgot who he was dealing with. Because I meant what I'd said. I'm not most women. I'm Brittany Hawthorne. The devil herself. Then I forwarded his picture...