Zuko X Reader Novels & Stories

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."

Then he pushes his cock even deeper and we both moan like animals I know this dark romance can destroy everything. It is very bad. It is disgusting. It is the worst kind of sin. But every time his thick cock slides into my wet cunt, every time he slaps my ass and calls me his dirty stepdaughter whore, every time his hot cum leaks out of me later while I sit with my family, I feel more alive than ever. The age gap, the taboo, the constant risk of getting caught — it all makes the pleasure so much stronger and dirtier

The contact felt electric, stupidly intimate, like her skin was begging for more. Marcus had moved too. Left the desk behind and taken the chair closer to hers. Their knees were inches apart now. Every time one of them leaned in, the space between them shrank. “You really read it?” he asked, eyes on her face. “The novel. All the way through.” “Yeah.” Zoe’s voice came out softer than she meant. “The ending… it pissed me off, actually. You built her up like she was finally going to choose herself and then you let her stay stuck. Why?”

Then Zyros appeared through the trees, bare-chested, his eyes glowing like molten fire. He didn’t need to speak. He didn’t need to do anything. That bond, that invisible string, dragged me straight to him. I felt his scent before his hands touched me, wild, sharp and overwhelming. It made my head spin. His palm slid to my cheek, warm and steady, and the world seemed to fall away. My skin burned where he touched me, My body trembled, not in fear, but in surrender. “Mine,” he growled, low and rough, the sound vibrating through my chest.

Both Lorelei and I curl up in the back of my head and allow Zelda this time in her Lycan form with Morpheus. When I wake up late the next morning, I am pleasantly sore and satisfied. I, however, can’t stop the moan that leaves my lips as Zachariah slides his hands up and down my body from behind me. I turn my head and he captures my lips with his, as he whispers through our private link, “Good morning, my little warrior. I love you…” “Good morning, I love you too. I feel that Zelda and Morpheus had fun last night…”

I added and I promise I saw tears in his eyes and a huge smile graced his handsome face … He leaned down and crashed his lips onto mine. Kissing me hungrily as if there was no tomorrow. I happily obliged and opened my mouth to him as our tongues battled for dominance, which he won … we pulled away breathlessly and Zander lightly ran his fingers between my clavicle down to my large aching breast … my nipple twitched and goose bumps graced my skin where his fingers touched…. Zander’s eyes darkened and gold flecks appeared in his eyes as Axel and Zander gazed back at me as if their souls were merging.

The difference in their builds was stark, Xandros sleek and dangerous against Zarek’s brute strength. Odessa’s hands came up to frame their faces. “Breathe,” she commanded. “Share your breath.” Xandros was the first to lean in, his mouth meeting Zarek’s. It was not a gentle kiss. It was a clash of dominance and surrender, a tasting of power. Zarek’s tongue plunged into his mouth, hot and demanding, and Xandros yielded with a throaty moan, his own hands tangling in Zarek’s thick, dark hair. The incubus tasted of smoke and dark ambition, a flavor Xandros found himself desperately craving.

Author P.O.V. “Hmmm…” Casey muttered as she scanned the series of books on her cousin's bookshelf. A frustrated sigh escaped her lips as her fingers brushed over a particularly dusty volume. But nothing had quite caught her interest yet. Behind her, Zazu sat curled up on the couch, swirling wine in her glass with a smirk playing on her lips. She watched Casey with mild amusement. “So let me get this straight. You are telling me that lousy son of a bitch got that girl pregnant, and then you hurt yourself while spying on them?” Zazu asked, dissolving into laughter.

I looked at him a lot, that even I tripped and had to get Kira to catch me so I wouldn't fall. Now my body reacts to everything he does. My pussy throbs every time he speaks, and my skin craves his touch again. The feeling is mutual, evident by their lusty looks and random boner. But today, Friday, I can take it all day. Zeno is sitting on the grass outside home at the end of the day. I throw my history book on the floor and I sit down with him, careful of my skirt riding up. Having little to no underwear made me wash

Amira took a deep sigh and downcasted. "You know, as a reader, I have read lots of romance books and the lead who got into a relationship with the non lead is quite normal. We don't know the author's mind. This moment could only be the climax to make the reader be tense and read more." She uttered. " But what if it's really the both of them and you and Zeke." "As I told you, I don't know the author's mind. Let's just hope that it is." Amira's POV