Baxter Stockman Novels & Stories

Even though the pressure they gave me was not even half of what I experienced from Alpha Kyle, and I could easily repel it, I was too weak to do anything making me feel rather intimidated. "Talk, who the fuck are you?" The other man growled as he glared at me. "I'm lost." I managed to say. There was no way I was going to tell them that I was a runaway wolf from another pack, they might as well return me to Alpha Kyle if I said that. "Tie her up, the Alpha would question her himself." One of the guards who looked to be their leader frowned. Immediately, the other two sprang into action and tied me up into a bundle even more I could move. Even if I wanted to struggle, I didn't have the strengt

He furrows his brows and glares at me, and the intense look makes me shrivel into myself. “Who am I?” he asks in disbelief. “I’m Xander . I own this place. You’re the one who’s trespassing.” Oh shit, oh shit. My heart drops as I stare at the man, and suddenly, an image of Sassys gradation photo from long ago flashes in my mind. OMG, this is her dad. He’s got the same dark hair, strong features, and uncompromising mouth. What he could do with that mouth, I can only imagine, and a hot shiver runs down my spine as heat pools between my thighs. I let out an awkward laugh as I try to figure out what to say.

Deep down I knew it couldn't be him but there was also this small part of me that screamed it could be Jack. What if Aaron was right about Jack being a master manipulator? If that was indeed true, then Jack was a good actor. A charming man, playing his cards right, a psychopath who knew how to get people to do what he wanted while maintaining an innocent facade, but inside he would be laughing at us for being too foolish to be blind to the real him. I switched on the little ancient television propped on the table. A few minutes later, I heard the shower go off and Jack walked out of the steaming bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist.

That got another holler from him, “Fuck this. Who the fuck are you guys? How dare you poke your nose in my business?” One of the bodyguards exclaimed angrily, “Mind yourself when you speak to Mr. Baxter, you idiot.” Baxter exuded a cold bearing and portrayed himself as a domineering director in an imposing manner. He exclaimed, “I’m her boyfriend. How dare you have some funny ideas about her? You’re going to pay for it!” Then, he barked an order at the bodyguards, “Kick him out of here!” The bodyguards answered him in unison, “Roger, Mr. Baxter!” With that, they dragged Zayn out of the establishment.

I covered my mouth in fear and shook my head no to moving any closer “ it’s not what you think!” Alex yelled, holding his hands up in surrender. Still not moving he sighs and runs down the hallway towards me. “ It was his first time shifting back from wolf form and he had an injury on his right side. He lost a lot of blood but the only thing he keeps saying is your name. Now I don’t know how he knows you and I was hoping you could clear that up for me. Maybe you can recognize him. He's in pretty bad shape though so please don’t freak out” the words coming out of his mouth pounded into my brain as I tried to understand what was going on. Still confused I just nod and take his bloody hand into

Perhaps because of them? I can't help but peek through the wall. They are four of them, flockng around. “-I can't believe he comeback!” the last thing I hear from the man who raised his voice, unable to contain the scorn. “I hear because Gab been pursuing his little brother-” said by the man who has a shaky voice, interrupted by the other one who looking around as if afraid for something. “He's his big bro,” though sounded unshakeable goons. “Ah, yeah, his big brother-”

“…YOU SLIMY FAT BASTARD!!..NORMAN!!..COME OUT HERE!!..” Suddenly in the midst of of the sermon by Father Norman that were constantly blabbering about Aeternums ill intent, a booming deafening sounds echoes though the whole church. The thick door of the church hall were forced opened, by a large man, which behind him and around him were many men wearing silver knight armour, fully equipped with sword and weapons, as if an army ready to head into a battle. The crowd recognized the man in questioned in an instant, he was the Twin Star City lord, Viscount Baxter Anderton a man that were dubbed was Visma Nation War Bear, his physique were large and muscular, with a 2.5 meter high and b

He rushed toward Graham, but five warriors lunged at him, grabbing his arms, hands, and the back of his neck to restrain him. “What is going on? Why are they attacking Baxter?” I screamed as I rushed over to fight the warriors around him. Baxter flung his arm, tossing two warriors onto the ground. Then he kicked another in the knee, making him crumble in pain. He wrapped his arm around the one gripping his neck and rolled him over his shoulder, throwing him forward. “It seems like he still has some spark left in him,” Elgin chuckled as he lounged on the solo sofa. As soon as I reached Baxter, another warrior charged at him. I stepped in the way, placed my hand on his chest, and shoved him ba

A deep grunt escaped my throat at the thought that she was also going to find out that I was her mate and would also perceive my scent. shit! I hissed and clenched my fist, bracing myself to reject her immediately; I wasn't worried about the pain because I was also planning to kill her. My name is Xander, the heir to the Red Moon Pack. Being the son of Alpha Xavier, I had to be more cruel than him, giving no space for romantic feelings, which do nothing other than make someone weak and act stupidly. Lena's POV.

He ran as fast as he could until he reached the west wing of the forest and saw the hunters. He roared; anger was visible in every howl he made, which made the hunter stopped from what they were doing to someone. "The alpha king is here!" The other hunter says, shouting. Drake shifted back as he felt his body weaken due to the tingling sound of the silver weapon by the hunters. He darted his eyes at the woman wearing a white night dress. His forehead knitted as he saw Emily bathed with her blood. She had bruises and was weak. 'D-Drake. . .'