Wesker X Reader Mga Nobela at Kwento

Chapter 35 SERENA’S POV I felt the cold embrace of the darkness. It was suffocating, contrary to how vast it looked. The silence hummed in my bones. The ground beneath my feet was clear and slippery, reflecting a clear sky. Then, I saw her. My wolf. Her massive white form stood a few yards away. She was ethereal. She didn't growl. She remained still, reading me with her piercing gaze. Her familiar eyes were trying to communicate something to my soul.

She walks to the door, her bare feet quiet against the floor, and reaches for the handle without hesitation. She opens it. Her breath leaves her in a rush and she almost wheezes staring at the person standing beyond the threshold of her house's door. Lance Wesker stands there. He is dressed simply, no suit, no arrogance, just dark trousers and a crisp shirt, sleeves rolled up as though he hasn’t stopped moving all day. In his hands is a bouquet so large it borders on absurd, filled with soft whites in lilies and dandelions and muted pastels, carefully arranged, unmistakably intentional...

I could feel Tank glancing over at me a few times. “What?” I asked, without opening my eyes. “How come you hate wolves?” he asked, no preamble. I opened my eyes and looked at him. “What are the rumors?” I asked, curiously. “Just that you were a werewolf hunter. Took a job to come kill us all but then decided to switch sides.” Take wasn’t looking at me anymore. He was watching the road ahead. “Also heard that you tried to kill your own wolf.” I sighed. “All true,” I agreed. Tank glanced at me .

He bit his lips and stared at the vision board. He sighed and fell back to his seat. He cracked his bones. With his arms spread open, he crossed his legs and threw his head backwards. He slept off with piles of books on his laps. "I didn't book it, it's meant to happen today." Axel spoke with charisma as he buttoned his wrist. "Right, like this isn't something that was bound to happen right?" Wesley rolled his eyes as they got down. He had his head in his tab but somehow he didn't miss the steps. Axel shook his head as he watched him.

His hands eagerly and impatiently ran all over my body as he tore the bloody T-shirt into shreds and his lips slammed against mine. “Fuck! You were amazing, flower. Amazing. Just like a little warrior-“ “Little?” “My apologies. You looked gorgeous tearing him with your claws, inducing your dominance. You’re worthy of being my Luna.” “Oh, Xerxes!” It took my mind a muddled moment to process what was happening. He slid his hand up to the under of my shirt and unclasped the hook of my bra as it loosened around my chest ni breasts vouched under my T-shirt. Every cell focuses on his fingers, willing to let him take control. Wanting to release the last of my inhibitions, but some part of me held b

I suddenly felt a big hammer pounding my head, causing me to hold on to the bed frame and close my eyes because of dizziness. A sudden scene crossed my mind. Inside, the cell with a red werewolf facing Alarick and Convel. “A sanguis.” Both Alarick and Convel said as they were staring at a two-tailed red werewolf. In return, the red werewolf gave them a low growl. Instead of being scared, Alarick and Convel looked fascinated by the sight. The bloody color of the werewolf is shining as well as the two tails it keeps on swaying.

He found it hilarious that I was into werewolf romance novels. “So you have a thing for hot werewolf alphas?” He chuckled. “You know some of those stories are stupid, don’t you? Especially that one. What’s it called? Yeah, The Alpha’s Destiny. Werewolves don’t have powers nor do they live until they’re ten thousand. That author must be on some crack.” He shook his head. “Well, it’s better than the zombie comics you have stashed under your bed,” I retorted. “If you don’t stop making fun of my reading materials, I will show Valko your nerd stash,” I warned.

It was like the essence of the moon itself had been captured and bottled for this very moment “Not half bad,” I murmured, taking another drink. As the drink slipped down my throat, the room around me seemed to shift and pulse with an unseen energy. The whispers grew louder, the music more fervent. The werewolves’ eyes grew brighter, their movements more fluid and predatory. A warmth began to spread through my body. And then, I blinked, disbelievingly as I saw Alex step out of the shadows.

that had been assigned to the gray werewolf, there was no way to change the beastmen's view of the gray wolf. It had been almost a month since Nick's accident, and apart from her and Andrew's family, Minee was the first beastman to visit Nick. Now was their most difficult time, and at this time, there was a good-natured beastman bringing them things. Thinking like that, Jenny's gaze towards Minee became gentle again. But the certain wolf beside her was angry, and the wolf's whole body exuded a strong scent of jealousy. "We are preparing breakfast, would you like to eat with us?" Jenny asked.

Electricity washed over my body again and again, pushing me hard to the sea of ecstasy. Damp liquid dripped down to the floor through my inner thigh, cooled by the air. Clenching my legs together, I was afraid of acknowledging how lascivious the scene might look. Sensing my change, Xavier nipped at my earlobe, palms squeezing my breasts to arouse me more. “Do you know how a wolf fucks?” He husked with a chuckle. I lowered my eyes, shaking my head dumbly and quietly. Moans escaping from my shutting mouth as his stroke became slower but harder.