Undertaker X Reader Novels & Stories

Turning my back to look at him i said. "Alyssa" He nod. "You just move here huh?" i ask, leaning on the wall watching him while also wrapping my hand with my the wraps. He keep quiet since it's more of a statement than a question. "You do boxing?" He ask me. "Yea,do u?" I ask out of curiosity. "I'm a street fighter" Now i'm more curious. "Do u still fight now?" I raised my eyebrows in question. "I just put my name on a fighting place called 'underground' here 4 days ago"

And his upper body was naked. I glanced from his broad shoulders, down to his torso. Perfect. My lips parted slightly as I realized just how much taller he was, how broad his shoulders were, how his muscles tensed. Up close, he was even more intimidating, his scent a mix of mint and something dark, something dangerously addictive. His golden amber eyes burned into mine, unreadable yet piercing straight through my soul. His jaw clenched, the muscle ticking as he stared down at me. I swallowed. I am indeed shawty. And so, so screwed.

Englewood fellow. My next source is a much more pleasant visit. He’s a higher-class citizen of the Underworld, obviously still a criminal because everyone here is unless they’re slaves. He always dresses quite dapperly with a suit or some nice button-up dress shirt with khaki pants. Nothing as fancy as the highborns up top with all their lacy shit, but nicer than most citizens down here. Despite my reputation, he always chooses to do our business at his house. It’s a really nice place compared to many of the broken-down, shabby neighborhoods built on ledges of hardened soil that are beginning to topple over. I don’t like drawing attention, so I live in one of those shabbier neighborhoods in

I scrambled up and ran off leaving the two guys with each other. What was Xander doing here at this time? And he saw us, saw me sucking Hunter off like one of his stupid sluts. I hate him. Damn you, Hunter. Hunter knew he was here and still made me suck him off out in the open. What a psychotic jerk of an asshole.

The feeling felt so wrong, yet, she wanted it. She muttered some words under her breath, before she stood up, stretching up her hands. She just had to control her self, else, she might find her hands creeping into his throat. ** "NightWalker attacked another one of your were house today." Lucas trailed behind him, reading some tiny black printed words on his tab. Xander dropped the spoon on the plate, his muscles clenching together, he gnashed his teeth together, and focused back on the pork. "Go on." His breakfast was always fixed to eating his food, and listening to Lucas reading what was trending.

This may be the last entry that I make for a while, dear reader. X and I are going to be hunting the vetala here in Underdenver. I don’t know what the outcome of that endeavor is going to be yet. I’m sure X will be fine. He’s been doing this kind of thing all his life, however long that’s been. I’m not sure. I still don’t feel quite the level of rapport I’d like to when I finally ask him the questions that I’m dying to ask him about himself.

His breath was hot on my face as he inhaled my scent. "I haven't had a female Death demon in so long." His voice was low, rough, and almost like a growl. He purred as his tongue slid out of his mouth and along my collarbone leaving his saliva on my skin, "Your mate is...Xander Acer, King of the underworld, Royalty demon of all unliving." My eyes went wide and I stared up at him, completely shocked, "What?" I whispered. He chuckled, the movement of him laughing shaking my entire body, "The Gods have a twisted sense of humor, that's for sure." He grinned, showing me his sharp canine teeth, "Just stay still and everything will be okay."

asked the female player as she tossed a card on the center of the table. “Where did boss go?” uttered Fakey as he downed a bottle of beer beside him. “I saw him go out with his bitch just now,” noted the male player as he sucked on a cigarette. “To meet the clients.” Smoke came out of his mouth as he exhaled. He looked like he was in his mid-fifties. He had shoulder-length black hair with a physique as large as Ronald’s. Seeing him made Gray think of another character. He was a famous professional wrestler aliased as Undertaker.

My head rammed against his chest, and I heard him grunt. Feeling apologetic, I wanted to say something, but he laughed. “Thank goodness…” He arrived on time. Both of us lay on the roof while exhausted. Liam Xavier, the undertaker, brushed against the blood on my wrists, and he stilled. But he was not disgusted by it. He just helped me bandage it. “I’ll bring you to the hospital.” I told him there was no need for that. I had no more money left. My family had already frozen my bank account, and I spent the rest of my money to hire him.