Axel X Roxas Mga Nobela at Kwento

Alpha Leonardo; My fist slammed my table and punched my wall. I roared as the pain became very intense. My hands gripped my shirt, destroying it from my body. Veins popped out of me causing the pain to pierce through me even more. My Wolf whimpered in pain as we both cried. A sudden weakness hit my legs, sending me crashing to the ground. And my hands belted my body, holding it tightly. Trying to stop it from quivering. After a few minutes of fighting, tearing, and injuring myself, the pain finally subsided. My wounds healed. I stood up from the cold floor, wiping the tears from my cheeks as my Wolf, Red, lay low, breathing lifelessly.

Of course, Axel has always been nice to me. “Yeah, but it takes just one mistake to get the mafia boss angry and then off with my head,” I tell him as I plop down on the chair in front of him with a disappointed huff. “Xena, I will always be the calm and sweet Axel when it comes to you. I don’t have a habit of directing my anger towards the wrong people. So no, I will never be that ‘evil mafia boss’ with you.” My heart melts as I hear his words,

-Kara- I answer without much enthusiasm. -See you around, nice to meet you- Axel says, winking at me and walks over to Liam. I roll my eyes again, men. I take another swig of beer finishing it and throw it in the trash. I leave the kitchen and go to the makeshift dance floor, a redhead starts dancing with me, not bad. Little by little, he gets closer to me and I let him do it. He leaves his hands on my waist as we move to the sensual rhythm of the music. We dance for a couple of songs and I see him approach me to kiss me but I give him the cobra, he grunts and sticks me to him making me notice his bulge, I smile and he comes closer again but I separate from him and go back to the kitchen whe

In my mind, I was finally feeling the very same rage my father had felt towards them. She was Damien Cross, one of the most ruthless of all rogues out there. Kylar had only told me a few days after Della was long and gone. Damien and Della were together in the same house or wherever the hell they were. The thought made the blood in my veins boil to the point where I felt like finding them and then tearing Damien's throat out. We just got married, just got hit with the fact that Della was pregnant and hybrid and now she was gone. I felt like I was losing control so quickly and there was nothing in the world that I could do to help myself.

, Xavier started bawling her eyes out as he sobbed like a child. Rosaline's P.O.V. Hearing Xavier crying like a baby in my embrace brought tears in my eyes. I was very angry at him for what he had done but hearing his sincere apologies made my heart ache in pain. He was acting like the boy for whom I had fallen in love. I forgot that he is the same ruthless mafia who had killed my friend and acted like a monster towards me. I was very angry and scared of him but I also love him very much. I broke the hug gently and cupped his face wiping off the tears.

His eyes were the deepest shade of green and they were staring right at me. I don't know how I haven't passed out yet. "Hello there, gorgeous. My name is Azza but Xander calls me Az." He smirked when Alexander shot him a glare. He seemed to have a thick accent and I couldn't tell where it was from. Probably hell. Unironically. He extended his hand for me to shake. "What are you?" I asked him while looking at his black wings with awe. Is he a fallen angel like Alexander? I shook his hand for some weird reason, probably the alcohol.

“That’s funny. I thought I was acting like the prisoner I was.” Angela shifted again. Natasha scoffed. Remo leaned back on the sofa, arms crossed, clearly entertained, but smart enough to stay quiet. “You walk into spaces that aren’t yours,” Axel continued, his voice controlled, dangerous in that calm way of his. “You provoke people. You disrupt the order.” “And you lock me in a place where I don’t belong,” I shot back. “You take away my choices and then get surprised when I don’t act grateful.” “That’s not what this is about,” he snapped.

My chest aches so badly that it feels hard to breathe. “And nothing even happened,” I cry. “We never even—” “I know,” Xavier says immediately. Before I realize it, he’s pulling me gently into his chest. One arm wraps around me while the other rubs slow circles against my back. “I know.” My tears soak into his shoulder. “He’s an asshole,” Xavier mutters quietly, anger slipping into his voice for the first time. “And I’ll make sure he faces the consequences.” “What was he even thinking?” I whisper more to myself than anyone else. “Why would he do something like that?”

Took a deep breath and opened it. Axel Cruz stood in the hallway like a nightmare came to life. Taller than I remembered, broader through the shoulders, with new scars mapping his face and hands. His dark hair was shorter now, his green eyes colder. A leather jacket stretched across his chest, and I could see the outline of a gun under his left arm. But it was still him. Still the man who'd held me in the shadows behind the clubhouse and promised me forever. "Hello, princess," Axel said, his voice rougher than I remembered.

His eyes were a blue orb of fire but Xavier's was a fierce red as he was the Alpha. Mike charged at him and threw a punch his way but Clara dodged it and went for his guts. There was a loud snarl as Mike grabbed his abdomen and slid backward with his booted feet screeching against the ground loudly. He whipped his head and glared menacingly at Xavier. I saw how much he wanted to kill Xavier and I was about to step into this and stop the fight but someone grabbed me by the arm, turning, I see it was Roman. His eyes are watching them with interest.