Black Xv Novels & Stories

Cash added. “People can’t be taken if they don’t want to be. If he wants to be with Brittany, then he’ll be with Brittany. If not, then that’s that,” I countered. “And you’re just willingly giving up?” Wes asked skeptically. “I'm not giving up on anything. Again, only people who want to be taken will let themselves be taken," I pointed out. “You’ve got guts,” Cash commented as Six and Brittany came back. She looked sad as she walked over to her friends. “So?” Cash asked Six once he’d sat down. “I did what I should’ve done two years ago,” Six replied.

| HAILEY | Xavier’s eyes shifted, ocean blue fading into molten gold. The air around us thickened, alive with wild energy. His wolf had taken control. “Turn around now!” a low, rumbling growl tore from Xavier’s chest. I didn't hesitate. Rolling onto my back, I sank into the mattress, the sheets cool against my overheated skin. My breath hitched as I hooked my hands behind my knees, drawing my legs up and apart, exposing my pussy completely to Xavier’s predatory gaze.

His voice was a dark, feral rumble that vibrated directly against her skin. Hazel’s eyes widened in absolute shock. She grabbed his thick wrist with both hands and forcefully yanked his hand away from her mouth. She pushed hard against his solid chest, scrambling backward until her spine hit the wooden headboard. "Xavier?" Hazel gasped, her voice a frantic, breathless hiss. "Are you crazy? What are you doing here?" Lightning flashed outside the window, briefly illuminating the small bedroom. Xavier was kneeling on the edge of her mattress. He was wearing a thick black sweater and dark jeans, completely soaked from the rain. His dark hair was plastered to his forehead, and his sharp features

The street lamps began to crumble just like they had done the day of the accident, the earth crumbling as the ground quaked. “Seems you could use a little help, little vamparina.” A masculine voice resonated in the air. Vamparina? There he stood, along with my parents, his eyes red, his black dreadlocks running down along his face, his muscles big, merging perfectly with his physique, his perfectly chiseled jawline with a black cloak on. “Blood!” They groaned. “Back to the underworld.” He said as he raised his hands. The air stood still, flame engulfing the creatures in a minute. Groans filled the air as they began to disintegrate into soot, flowing along with the wind.

Stephen narrowed his eyes in disbelief, and once he deemed Xavier was telling the truth, he went ahead and said, “Pick something for me, you know them best.” Xavier grinned, hurrying to the man's closet and picked a black denim trouser, a dark-gray slim fit v-neck t-shirt, and black boots. He flung them to the guy, closed the closet, and leaned on it.

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Xavier was dressed in a white crisp formal t-shirt paired with a navy blue suit. “Why are you wearing black? Don't you know that it's a rule to not wear black at the Luna Ceremony?” he scowled. I didn't know that, nor did I know the reason behind it. But thanks for letting me know that Xavier. She turned red at Xavier's confrontation.

How could they be so beautiful? Mine are blue too but his are mega ultra super questionably beautiful, discombobulating, gobsmacked and eccentric blue. I shook my head side to side trying to get rid of the thoughts of him roaming in my head but it didn't work. It only works in movies. Fuck! I felt the part between my legs get wet again. Calmthefuckdown,Sierra! I placed my palm on my forehead and let out a sigh. -Xavier I was up before the sun rose. I took a cold bath and put on a a black longsleeved shirt with black khakhis and darkbrown dress shoes. I brushed my hair and put on my mask.

The old Chevy pickup rumbled to life, and he couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement as he headed toward Aqua's house. The drive to her place was a blur, his mind racing with thoughts of what he would say. When he finally pulled up to her house, he parked the truck and leaned against it, waiting. The morning sun cast a golden glow over his dark skin, which gleamed with a healthy sheen. At 6'3", with his broad shoulders tapering down to a narrow waist, Damon was the epitome of physical perfection. His athletic frame exuded both strength and grace, every muscle sculpted as if by an artist's hand.

She was still absorbing the relish the sea was providing when she heard the unmistaken voice of Xavier. “Buy it then.” Xavier’s low voice floated up from below. “But not until the price hits forty. By then their shareholders will be screaming and they’ll have no choice but to sell.” he added Looking down with an intake of breath, Sylvia saw him pacing around the shaded grove near the pool as he spoke into his cell phone. The khaki shorts he was wearing revealed the strength of his thighs. The black tank top showed his broad shoulders and taut waistline as sunlight glistened off his well-muscled arms.