Ban X Jericho Novels & Stories

Xavier was standing on the top floor of Lane Mansion with Jeremiah. "Did you already know about what Sunny did?" he asked. Jeremiah lazily leaned on the rails and looked at the sky. "I'm not part of what happened this time." He was basically admitting to Xavier's question by saying that. Xavier had already known that Jeremiah wasn't as gentle as he looked, but he still couldn't believe that his own brother would try to kill him. "Why are you still unsatisfied when you already have Titan Corporation?"

He was further surprised to see it was Jericho. "You look like someone coming to make peace,boy." William nodded at him. "You gat a cigar stick there?" Williams added.Jericho stood before him, shoving his hands into his pockets. He brought out a pack of cigarettes with a lighter and threw them at Williams who collected it while staring at him. "Am I getting out of here soon?" "Don't get your hopes high,old man." Jericho said and turned his back. "You were right about Nina. You Know her so well."

Jericho said as he shakes his head. “Do what?” I ask innocently even though I know very well what he was saying. “Playing with words, and letting me realize how big of an asshole I am even though you didn’t really say it to me directly.” “Come on,” I said slapping the back of his shoulders, “You know I would never do that.” “Intentionally maybe,” Jericho protested.

ACE "Have you done it?" Jericho asked. over the receiver. Turned out, the cub wasn't completely useless when it came to my little predicament after all. It, admittedly, took him longer than I had anticipated for him to get back to me, but he eventually came up with a plan that I took pleasure in initiating.

grumbled Ace with a crinkled nose, "morbid and dark, cub." Jericho shrugged a shoulder in nonchalance, "Keep pushing me and you'll see exactly how morbid I can be, brother," with those words, he shifted his attention to Gunnar, "speaking of Slash. There was something I wanted to talk to you about." I watched Ace and Gunnar as they moved to sit side by side on one of the couches. Jericho followed behind them, flopping down on a single sofa, and gestured for me to come to him with a wiggle of his index finger.

"I promise that you won't be hurt again. We forget the past and move on. What do you think of that?" Jericho was so full of himself. So what if no one wanted me? "Fuck off, Jericho. That's no longer your concern. My heart is stable as of the moment and it did not want anyone, especially jerks like you." "That only means you admit what I said," he said cheekly. "Sunny. I'm only your last bet. No one would accept you. Only me because—" Thud! Jericho and I glanced at the back and found the basket where there were a lot of clothes inside already on the ground while Knoxx was looking at Jericho as if he had the intention to kill him.

“And I’m dressed now, just so you know. Not that you can see anything in here.” “Do you know who’s out there?” Jericho paused as if he was listening. Maybe he was scenting the air as well. I don’t know. After an agonizing 30 seconds he says “Both sides. They will have to deal with each other before anyone attempts to get to us in here.”

He was lucky Hendrix wasn't there when that happened. "I've told you to stop calling me that. My name is Hendrix," "Your name is also Kylian and that's not the point. Let the girl do what she wants. You don't have to be a dick because she refused to suck your mini balls," you see, Jericho is very useful. I didn't like him but his mouth always made him the target of torment for almost everyone.

he responded, a hint of defense in his voice. Jericho's brow furrowed as he contemplated the question. Sensing her unease, he quickly responded, "No, I know nothing. I had no involvement." Xena's gaze lingered on his face, searching for any signs of deception. Satisfied with his answer, she nodded once more, her focus shifting to the matter at hand. "Do you know where they have imprisoned the assassin?" Jericho asked, wanting to find way to eliminate him.

Jericho's sincere concern for my well-being underscores the significance of proper training and the potential risks involved in combat situations. “Wow, I can't believe I'm actually doing this training for the first time!” I exclaimed, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. Catching my breath, I turned to Jericho and suggested, “Hey, before we dive back in, how about grabbing a drink? I could use a little refreshment.”