X Reader Novelas e Histórias

Damien let go. CHRRRRRRRRRRRRRK. The industrial shredder devoured the pages in three seconds flat, spitting thin, unreadable white ribbons down into the clear plastic recycling bin below. Damien pressed the red button, and the machine whirred to a sudden, dead stop. The archive room plunged back into a suffocating, heavy silence.

"Are you asking about our shared interests or what keeps us in bed together?" Rena nearly chokes on the piece of bread she just bit into. I smirk. Xavier’s expression remains unreadable. "You can start with interests." "Books," Rena blurts out, clearing her throat quickly, as if she needs to physically push down her embarrassment. "We both love books." Xavier actually laughs. A short, amused sound, but a laugh nonetheless. "Books?" His eyes flick between us. "Armani, you? Since when do you love books?"

She realized Xavier saw her in a way no one else ever did. Ten minutes passed. The babies were still active, making Liora sigh in frustration. Xavier reached for a small book on the nightstand. Its cover was blue, illustrated with the moon and stars. “What’s that?” Liora asked. “A storybook. Isabelle left it yesterday.” Xavier opened a page. “Maybe my boring voice will calm them down.” Liora stifled a laugh. “Even I might fall asleep first listening to that.” Xavier began to read in a low, steady voice. Not theatrical, but flat and soothing, like the flow of a river at night. Liora closed her eyes, listening. From time to time, she felt the babies move less, then stir again, then settle.