X Reader Novels & Stories

I pull it off the rest, hiding it behind me. "It's okay, we don't mind if you read it," he says, expressionless, not looking up from his task. He seems to examine the spine of each book, looking for a certain title that belongs to the book he needs. I walk by his side, now noting the real similarities between Ray and Xavier; their almost identical looks except for the scar and hair. All this time, he hasn't acted like a grump, which is a plus, and also a side of him that is pleasantly new to me. He smiles as he pulls out the book we need, a dusty one that isn't thick at all. The side reads Summer Kitchen: 100 Delicious Recipes and the cover is completely blank. I squint at the thin cookbook,

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Every time their eyes met, he gave her that knowing smirk. After dinner, the parents went to bed early, exhausted from the long drive. The cabin fell quiet except for the crackling fire in the living room. Sara tried to read on the couch. Callum sat in the armchair across from her, legs spread, watching her like a predator. "You have been staring at the same page for ten minutes," he said, his voice low. "What is on your mind, Sara?" She snapped the book shut. "Nothing that concerns you."

Rhea said, her tone lazy but laced with razor-edged disdain, “If you were any more desperate, I’d have to offer you a tissue so you could wipe your brain, maybe then, you would be able to think better.” Xander blinked. I turned, just slightly, to see her wheel herself forward without hesitation. Her expression was unreadable, that cool, aloof face she wore like armor, but her eyes, her eyes were on fire. Xander’s smile returned, “Desperate? For what, sweetheart?” Rhea tilted her head, folding her arms loosely over her chest, “Oh, come on. Don’t play dumb. Your actions are screaming louder than your mouth ever could.” He raised an eyebrow, intrigued, “And what exactly are they screaming?”

“Under your desk, sucking you slow and deep while you pretend to grade papers. Door cracked open just enough for the line of students waiting outside to scent us… to hear me gagging prettily on my alpha professor’s cock, choking on the same cum that’s still leaking out of me right now.” His growl was low and promising, vibrating straight through the bond and into my core like a caress. “And after my final lecture? The library stacks. Article IX open to the breeding rights clause. You’re going to read every filthy word aloud while I fuck you from behind, skirt flipped up, my hand over your mouth so no one hears you scream when I knot you against the shelves. Then I’m taking you home to my qua

Then, I picked up my phone. I wanted to send Ruby a message. I wanted to tell her that I had found Casper. I had just unlocked my phone when the chat suddenly flooded in. [Oh my god! Ms. Xander is really carrying bricks!] [She has blisters on her hands… I checked the later parts of the story. She really is extremely rich. Can someone explain what is going on?]

Hunter: The road in was long and dumb quiet, the kind of quiet that tells you everything worth knowing has gone to ground. I kept the bike under the trees and moved on foot, boots chewing at the moss. Xavier’s words looped in my head: Find her before he does. Short, sharp, no room for mistakes. “Beta, are you sure that coming here is the right option?” One of the gammas, Brian, asked. “Are you going to question the Alpha, Brian?” I asked, and he shook his head.

The doors were already starting to melt, the iron dripping like candle wax. I slammed my shoulder into them, bursting through. The Library was a nightmare. The shelves were collapsing, but instead of books falling out, the stories were spilling into the air, letters and words floating like ash in a fire. In the center of the room, sitting at the stone desk, was the small, unassuming man in charcoal robes. Xander. He wasn't twenty feet tall anymore. He looked pathetic. He was hunched over the Great Ledger, his quill scratching so hard against the paper that the nib was bleeding. He was shaking, his eyes wide and bloodshot.

NO AUDITORS ALLOWED. Xander leaned heavily against the wooden rail of the ship, his brown eyes reflecting the jagged light of the low-hanging wooden stars. The harsh orange glow that had lived under his skin for nine volumes was gone, leaving only the quiet, permanent gray map of his charcoal heart. He reached down, his calloused fingers brushing a splash of the ink-sea from the hull. It didn't stain his skin; it ran off his knuckles like pure, heavy water, leaving behind a faint scent of cedar and old library shelves.

He said again and Celeste placed her hand on his bandaged head. "Stop talking babe,you're gonna be fine,shhh".She whispered. Xayne whispered flipping through the pages of the blood stained book. She occasionally laughed seeing the funny comic about her on the book. "I'm gonna kill you".She read and paused. "He's such an idiot,how can he write all this crazy things about, damn! why is my head bigger than the entire body,idiot!".She cursed seeing another character. "Why is my butt so tiny on this one?".She whispered and raised her