X Reader X Novels & Stories

"Focus on her. Her face, her body, her voice. You must feel her. Then push the pain back to her." In New York, Mr. X has gone from kissing her lips to kissing her neck and chest as he undresses her. Ada helps Mr. X out of his. "Shower," Mr. X orders before ripping her pants off. He picks her up and carries her to the bathroom. She admires his muscular body. He has no hair past his neck. He does have tattoos. A phoenix on his chest, the red and orange wings stretch down his arms. The head of the bird his resting on his chest below his collarbone. Ada runs her fingers down the green and purple body to his boxers. Mr. X smiles at her curiosity,

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.

Maybe. Josh pushes himself up from the floor. I bite my lip, aware of him walking towards the bookshelves but still too stuck in my head to do anything. "Yes!" I spin around, seeing Josh grab a book off the shelf. "Oh! And this one for sure! Mmmm maybe this one, Xavier seems like he could be the kinky type." Kinky? He comes back over to me, handing me three books. "I think these will give you a better reference." I raise a brow, hesitantly taking them from him. "These two," he taps on two of them, "are realistic and sweet. Reminds me of you two. This one," he taps the third, a devious smile growing on his face, "is what I bet Xavier is like in bed."

So, I just squint my eyes and check who he is. It's him. He has brought some pillows together with him and he just puts it in the couch and lies over there. Seriously, what's going on with him? Why is he acting weird behind my back? I close my eyes whenever he turns towards me, like nothing is ever known to me. Like I am dead. He lies down on the couch and I see him turning on the light on the book and reading something. Wait! Xavier reads? Like really? This truth is so much more than I could handle. I have never ever imagined that Xavier reads the books.

"So how is your relationship with him, anyway? I mean, it’s a lie from your side, but he must be trying to kiss you or touch you. I don’t know what he was trying to say at that moment because my mind seemed to be half-dead. I frowned at his questions. Not again. ‘’Yeah! but we are not doing anything,’’ I lied, ''You sure?'' he asked, his brow furrowed. Anyway, Xavier has a beautiful collection of all genres of books. You should try some if you feel bored," he said, shrugging his shoulders. "Yeah, thanks for the care. You should attend to your clients," I said. I didn’t look at him and walked upstairs to my room. I laid my head on Xavier’s pillow and opened my phone’s screen to see texts from

The warm water felt great, erasing the dust on my walk through the pack, relieving my aching muscles. After changing into a comfortable cream-colored dress, I stepped out of the bathroom feeling much lighter. When I entered the bedroom, I found Xander sitting near the window. His dark hair was damped from his own shower. He lifted his gaze from the book in his hand. "There you are." I smiled. "What are you reading?" He carried out the heavy hardcover book. "I found this in Father's old library." As I walked over, curiosity sprung to life in me. "It's about the history of Nightmare Pack."

His chest seemed to glisten with a light sheen of sweat as he pumped into his hand. “Rene, I’m so close.” After a minute, he grunted as cum shot onto his stomach and chest in thick streams. I wanted to lick it off, slurping and savoring the taste. I wondered how Remy would feel inside my pussy. In my mouth. In my ass. “Next time, I’m coming in that pretty mouth of yours,” he said, as if he’d read my mind. He reached for a toilet paper on his desk and gently wiped his chest and abdomen.

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.

both looked at each other like they wanted to tear the other apart, ruin them, worship them, bury them under the weight of hate and want. But something flickered in the sharpness of Xavier’s gaze. His eyes dipped.....he saw the tremble in Raphael’s knees, the way his thighs clenched tight, his mouth open and wet with desperate, drugged need. His face flushed. He was watching Raphel every expression carefully. He mumbled under his breath, “Drugs? Fuck.” And then Xavier’s jaw tightened. Without another word, he dismissed his guard with a cold nod and began walking through the crowd. Every step deliberate. Regal. Predatory.

“You know your family?“ Once it was let out of her lips, she felt it was a stupid question to ask. Xander smiled, his eyes resting in nothing particular as he reflected but she noticed a sad undertone within his eyes. “I have an Aunt and a sister but they are not currently with me. Raven is my little gothic angel, the reason why her clothes are all black, her hair and make-up dark.“ “Would love to meet them someday, who knows they might be less snobbish than you.“ She twitched her eyes at him. He reached out for her cheeks and pinched them slightly, her face instantly expressing her displeasure. “Ow, why did you do that?“She frowned at him, nursing her sore left cheek. “For someone who survi