Novel & Cerita Axl X Zero

A hand swiftly caught my elbow, steadying me with a frustrated growl. "If you're not going to take the Advil or hydrate yourself then, at the very least, sit the fuck down because I don't plan on being your crutch," he seethed, picking me up and setting me on the cool countertop. Ace began tapping my cheek lightly, "come on, focus baby and just drink the damn water." He, then, grabbed the glass of water on the table and took a large sip of it, "See, I haven't put anything in it. If I wanted to kill you, I wouldn't drug you. That would show up in a toxicology report."

Instantly calming her down. “That really hurts.” mina said smoothing the part that was smacked. “I thought you’ll never stop,” he said holding his laugh. “I have important news.” he can already tell that it’s about someone that they both keep track of these days. Axel ‘Azalel’ Cartilier. A young and handsome billionaire. Almost every woman in the country drools over this guy like candy sugared sweets. You’ll want to melt upon looking at his eyes. Although he was very much sought by every girl and gays in general. He still can’t escape the criticisms.

Charles was still stubbornly trapped in his delusions, and he screamed, "Just wait a little more! I have to be right, my superpower lets me see the future!" Having lost her trust in him, Iris shook her hand out of his grip and ran straight out the door. However, the weather outside had already become -94°F, and there was no more electricity and water, much less any transportation, so she had no choice but to return to the Dennings. Sipping another warm cup of milk tea, I activated my generator. Because of the weather, the surveillance footage was cut out more often than not, but I could tell what was going on at their place through the comments in real time.

Alexander says charmingly, but Leonel and I both know it's a front he’s putting on for his very powerful, very influential audience. “I just explained it.” she answers politely, the same politeness you'd expect from Bella, “I’m one of your bartenders.” “Mr Sinclair was just about to explain a new partnership Axion Tech and The IronRoot Institute are meant to begin together,” Riley explains. The audience thunders in applause, so loud we hear it clearly where we are. Surely this can't be part of Jaxon’s plan? And if it is what the hell even is his plan? “And while that’s touching, I do have a question for you Alexander, before you go on.” Riley continues matter-of-factly.

Still, Axel pushed forward and we continued on our way, eyes scanning the perimeter like he was chasing something invisible. "Are you sure this is the right—" “Not long now,” he said. “I called in a favor.” And just like that, the impossible happened. Even out here, in what looked like the middle of nowhere, a dark vehicle crested the road, dust kicking up beneath it. Military grade. Blacked-out windows. No plates. The driver stepped out and offered a salute. "Who's this?" I whisper asked Axel who was already leading me to the vehicle. "My team," he casually responded. Axel didn’t smile. He just nodded and opened the back door for me. “Get in.” That was my cue not to ask any more questions.

His shoulders shook violently, and a single hot tear rolled down his face. His voice, muffled against the pillow, grew hoarse until only a whisper remained. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." His phone buzzed again. His assistant was on the other end, voice tight with urgency. "Mr. Wynn, 60% of Wynn Group's shares have just been transferred out." Jasper pulled himself together and rushed to the office. When he pushed open the conference room doors, the board members were already waiting, and not one of them looked sympathetic.

Alpha Cyrus said and that angered the young boy. He attacked him once more but Cyrus just used his arm as a shield and he could not even move an inch closer. He was again thrown across the room leaving cracks on the walls and when he was about to get up, Alpha Cyrus stepped on his chest, with so much pressure that he is now barely breathing.

I assured him. “Again, can’t wait.” He sarcastically said, but I could’ve sworn there was a glint of relief in his eyes. “Enough of this gushy talk, tell me, how do you feel?” “Normal.” “Ok, good start. Come smell me.” Max asked, sticking his neck up for me. I took a whiff, sandalwood, but this time I sneezed at the smell. “Perfect. You're cured for the time being. Now let me go find a way to get rid of these urges for the beast, but not the beast’s sister.” Max began walking out mumbling something along the lines of, “can’t live with um, especially when they don’t let you kill the one thing that could ruin our clan.”

Jax tried to ease my worries. Beside us, Sophie and Cage were locked in their own battle. Sophie had just knocked down seven pins, and Zharn was hyping her up like she’d won an Olympic medal. Jax stepped behind me, lowering his voice near my ear. "You need to relax your wrist. Your power is in your wrist, Scarlett." My name rolled smoothly off his tongue. I stiffened at his closeness. "I am relaxed." He chuckled. "Not with the amount of tension in your shoulders."

Without another word, she ended the call, her grip tightening around her phone as she slowly turned. The air caught in her throat. Her body went still. Her breath hitched. Axel stood before her, taking slow, deliberate steps forward. Hazel’s gaze moved over his tall, structured frame. He was 6’6, his long raven-black hair braided back. His sharp, defined jawline was as straight as the edge of a knife. His lips—pink, plump, and slightly flushed—curved into an unreadable expression. Every movement he made exuded dominance, and as his jacket flared open with the wind, she caught a glimpse of his broad shoulders and perfectly toned arms.