Yandere Chrollo X Reader Novels & Stories

Stacy sat on the bed again, this time facing the bathroom door, she crossed her legs, and let the robe slip open exposing her breasts to the warm air emanating from the open fire, she knew this wouldn't change anything, she still dumped Mal in a letter that she left in her room, and no doubt he threw a fireball at her bed, but she was allowed to have some fun now and again, especially if it means having hot crazy sex with an Eagle-shifter before getting into a steamy bath and doing it all over again, Chloe stepped back into the bedroom and to the grateful surprise of Stacy she was wearing nothing but her crisp white stockings and garter, the orange light danced across her licorice toned fles

Xavier replied and I left them to it. Just before I walked out, Cherry grabbed my hand and leaned into my body. She was close to me for just a few seconds as she whispered her question into my ear, but while she was pressed against me, I couldn’t help but take in her scent. It was obvious that she wasn’t wearing any deodorant, but it didn’t stop her from smelling fantastic. I could smell her soap and her shampoo. They smelled like mangos and lavender, dipped in golden honey on the eve of a summer’s day. Her smell was intoxicating and more than anything, I wanted to take her right there. Just her mere presence had awoken a primal beast in me and I was fighting against those thoughts that her

But in reality, I am holding everything back as the strong smell that is realistically so hard to hold back becomes stronger as I approached her. She cleared her throat and looked at her hand that is now healed in a fast pace. This… "I am Khrystyanna Cherrie Solano… Damian's wife. I am delighted to—" 'It's now or never!!' I pulled the woman named Khrystyanna and then immediately bit her neck. She groaned painfully and also saw how Damian is about to stop me. But I sucked and drank her sweet blood in fast pace. I can feel her body trembled and froze as Damian roared.

"Hold my frame close, Tyler! Since the watch my face got disfigured on the ice, absolute zero wolves have ever hugged my body again. My spirit has been so incredibly lonely it hurts deep inside my bones!" As Tyler hears the raw, bleeding hurt vibrating through Chloe’s broken voice, his masculine armor completely gives in, and his arms wrap tight around her frame to hold her securely against his chest. "My internal wolf knows your spirit has been hurting immensely. Your character used to track as a mighty hockey goddess on the rink. Your life had never had to suffer through this kind of hideous layout before." Chloe’s hot tears roll silently down his shirt fabric. It was only at this final ma

“I do not care about that now. End it!” River stands slowly, watching with narrowed eyes. On the platform, Lira hears every word. Her jaw tightens. “I do not yield!” she rasps, wiping blood from her mouth. Chloe snaps at her arm, catching flesh between her teeth. Lira does not scream. Instead, she drives her partially transformed nails straight into Chloe’s snout. Her fingers have elongated slightly, claws extending faintly despite her human form. She digs them in and twists. Chloe recoils with a furious snarl.

“We should get you some clothes." Chloro shook her head. "I like it this way. It's my nature to be like this. Derek is ok with it, as long as I stay away from men." Harlow sighed, still playing with snowball. “Welp." She really didn't want to talk about it anymore. She had heard Chloro telling him that clothes made her itch and him telling her he like seeing her bare ass. "What if your mate is that sexy Alpha?" "There are plenty of them, so be more specific."

Goddamn, this woman is going to kill me. “Are you Chloe Fisher?” a young woman rushes out, coming over to Chloe. She’s clutching a worn copy of Shadowfall in her hands. “Oh my God. You are, aren’t you? Oh my God! I just love you and your series and—oh, I’m so sorry. You probably don’t want to be bothered!” Chloe beams. “I am, and it’s fine. I see you’re a fan of Marcus and Kellie.”

By the time she read this, Anya was grinning so bad that her cheeks were hurting but she continued reading it. P.S : Are you grinning so bad that your cheeks hurt? I'm sorry again for hurting those fluffy pink marshmallows, you know what I mean. Apologies, R.H "Who's R.H?"Chloe asked peeping into the note. Anya immediately closed it under her palm and stopped smiling. It was hard not to smile but she tried harder. " I don't know." She lied. She knew exactly what the initials R.H stood for. " Oh my god, you've got yourself a secret admirer! " Chloe clapped in excitement.

Her inner walls clenched around him, drawing groans from deep in his chest as she rode him relentlessly, chasing the building pleasure. Sweat glistened on their skin, the room alive with their shared cries. Gordon thrust up to meet her, his fingers digging into her hips. 'That's it—milk me with that tight pussy. You're driving me wild.' Chloe's pace faltered only when ecstasy crested, but she pushed through, her body shuddering as she came around him, pulling him with her into another shattering release.

Thanks dad. Chloe’s dress was impossible to ignore, crimson red, low-cut back, her hair pinned up but a few strands loose, framing her face. Brian forced himself to look away, though it took effort. The gym looked deserted, but a massive vampire swung the door open for them. Behind the curtains, a hidden hallway buzzed with chatter. Fighters stood by the doors, some inside, waiting their turn. Chloe moved past them, her eyes locking with Hunter’s. He grinned, and she couldn’t help but smile back.