Wednesday X Reader Novels & Stories

he taps the third, a devious smile growing on his face, "is what I bet Xavier is like in bed." "Josh!" My entire face is red now. I pull the books away from him as laughter escapes his lips once again. "Read it and tell me if I'm right. I'll win twenty bucks from Zay if I am!" I throw another pillow at him. He dodges it with his knee. "Okay, okay! It might be okay for you to skip a day of training but unlike your man, my man will kick my ass if I don't go at least part of the day." I nod, looking back at the cover of the books. Two of them have couples embraced in some way, holding the other. One in a kiss while the other is just a passionate hug. The third, however, only depicts a woman. He

Zelena. I opened my eyes slowly. The sun was already shining brightly through the window. I reached my arm behind me and felt around the bed. I sat up quickly and looked around the room. Gunner wasn’t there. I took a deep breath and yawned stretching my arms out. Wait, my chest didn’t hurt. I twisted my back from side to side waving my arms in the air, my ribs didn’t hurt at all. I got up from the bed and walked around the room, still no pain. I noticed the bookshelf and decided to take a look. There were so many books, some with older worn covers and others newer looking. I picked up a small red book and read the cover ‘A Lycanthropy Reader; WEREWOLVES IN WESTERN CULTURE’. I flicked through

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.

LENA It was a Wednesday. I want to be precise about this because the Wednesday quality of it matters, not a significant day, not the particular and weighted day of a Sunday dinner or a foundation meeting or any of the specific and notable occasions that had accumulated since September. A Wednesday in the third week of November, the particular and ordinary quality of a midweek evening, the specific and unremarkable shape of a day that had been a working day and was becoming a working night. The foundation documents had expanded.

We talked and talked till the manager of the restaurant himself came to tell us that it was too late and he had to shut the bar. I came to know so much about him. His favourite things, how he despised coffee, which I would like to change his opinion on. How he love to read, his love for literature, which I can already guess from the giant library he had back in the castle. He had a huge collections of charlotte Brontë, Virginia wolf and of course Jane Austin. Alpha Reed Xander is a mercurial man but with astonishing talents. Still one thing I hate about him most is how he keep hiding things from me even after I told him I hate it. Ugh! He is already in my head.

This was a problem. I slowly rolled off my desk and went to the sink to cleanse myself of as much of the telltale signs of sex as I could before I put myself back together. As I fastened my bra, my eyes caught sight of the books that Max had shoved out of his way. There was one lying open and displaying a drawing of a werewolf. I walked back to my desk and looked down at the book as it rested, face up, on the floor. Was someone trying to tell me something?

I drew a simple, messy heart with two zeros inside it. "Volume Four," Xander said, standing beside me, his arm around my waist. "Volume Four," I agreed. Beyond the ruins, the world was vast, broken, and completely ours. The billionaire romance was dead. The Sovereign and the Banker were ghosts. But as the moon rose over the Cascades, a lone werewolf story began to echo through the woods—a story about a man and a woman who decided that the only thing worth owning was the way they looked at each other in the dark.

Christiano pointed out "Even his dimples." I went red. "Geez, I was bored." I blushed "You were reading my books too." Xavier picked up the top book from the pile I had read on the table "Werewolves, romance, fantasy....have you read all of these?" I nodded. Xavier shook his head. "Bookworm." he teased me "Am not." I frowned at him folding my hands "Yes you are spitfire." he leaned on the table and folded his arms too "No I'm....spitfire?"

I complete the sentence and we all share a knowing look. "Shit." (Tada the end. Awn am so thankful to all off yal lovilies for giving me your time and inspiration. Without you they will be no Mrs Xavier. Special thanks to all the commenters. I love you all. Planning to release a new book on September for now I will just complete the ongoing ones. You can follow me on I*******m for more information. Thanks once again. Please proceed to my other book. It's a werewolf novel. BEAUTIFULLY DAMAGED. LOVE YAL. ADIOS.)

His eyes had a fleeting emotion I could not read that quickly disappeared. Xander pressed his me closer to the shelves and leaned towards my ears to whisper. "I was curious where my little wifey disappeared to but who would have thought she was busy reading a historical dark novel about how a girl was fucked every night by a demon she summoned from hell." My eyes popped out when I heard about the contents of the book. Why the hell did Bertha recommend such a book to me? That girl set me up! "I heard the demon once tied her to the bed blindfolded and used a dagger to make her cum multiple times." Xander just had to add, but was that even possible?