Black Xv Novels & Stories

He was waiting for me, his son and prized competitor, to emerge after my 20-minute break and win the game, bringing him pride once again. Unfortunately, I didn't think victory would be possible tonight. Not when my arch-nemesis, Damario Bloodworth, the prince of the East and my opponent, was waiting for me in that room, holding the weight of my deepest secret in his hands. "Gods, this is a mistake. Turn around and walk away, Zayn. Act like it never happened. If you don't acknowledge it, it never existed." My subconscious mind screamed at me, frantically urging me not to enter that room.

There is another tattoo on his shoulder, but I can't make out what it is from this far away, His tank top and bag were on the floor. Even from this distance, I see his piercing green eyes flashing at me. My throat runs dry, despite myself. He looks like a Greek god. He smirked at me when he saw me staring at him and turned away to do some pull-ups. Xander Black POV: I usually come to the gym now and then to burn off some anger, but sometimes now and then Ms. bitch ass would be here. I was doing some deadlifts while hearing a playlist but currently playing was "16 Shots" by Stefflon Don it was my favorite song in the playlist called "Tequila Sunrise" it's my all-time go. But when I turned my

A beautiful moment of dreamy mayhem. "I could write about you forever," Alex stammered, his words reminiscent of our earlier conversation. His thrusts began to falter ever so slightly as we both chased the remnants of our climaxes. The x-rated sounds of skin slapping skin bounced off the outer walls of his chateau, continuing to fill both my ears and those who lived even a mile away. His wicked groans accompanying my stolen moans reflected the notes of an irreligious hymn everything about our twilight rendezvous screamed sin.

Xavier sat in his sleek black car, his hands gripping the leather steering wheel tightly. Beads of sweat dotted his forehead as the adrenaline coursed through his veins. He had just finished interrogating another lackey from the Delgados, making sure to cause the man unimaginable pain while also extracting the vital information he needed to finally bring those bastards down once and for all, to prove to them that he would forever be ahead, The Stone family will always be on top!

"I want them gone. And I know you're the only man powerful enough to help me do it." ​The corner of his mouth twitched, but before he could reply, the SUV pulled up to the curb. ​We entered through the private back door of The Blackout, one of the most exclusive, high-end lounges in the city. The venue was dark, filled with low blue lighting, expensive velvet booths, and the murmur of wealthy elites drinking. ​Xavier walked in like he owned the air everyone was breathing. The manager immediately ran up to him, sweating and whispering frantically about a problem with a supplier in the back.

Xavier was there. He stood leaning against the counter, illuminated only by the pale moonlight coming through the window. He was shirtless, wearing only a pair of dark sweatpants that hung low on his hips. A glass of whiskey dangled from his fingers. And when he heard me, he looked up and saw me standing there. Something I couldn’t pinpoint flashed across his face—surprise mixed with something darker, something that made my breath catch. “Couldn’t sleep either, huh?” he asked quietly, his voice rough in the darkness.

I whimpered, and he stared at me like a real mad woman in the trashcan, "Xavier is more powerful than Xander. He is Xander's father and has numerous guards and dark magic. He sits on his throne in the Red Moon Pack's Royal Chamber and rarely comes out unless he is about to go to war. How on earth do you think of killing him in your entire life!!!" Hutton growled, gritting his teeth in fury. I bowed my head to the ground, reminiscing about his words. He was right: how would I ever kill Xavier? I won't gain access to him freely without losing my life!!!

It may be mistaken for wild animals, but the constant movement of red dotted light every ten seconds tells me otherwise. People are here, they’ve surrounded the cottage, and I’m sure they’re not here to say hello or wish us to be merry. Xavier, wearing his sweatpants, reached for something on the top of the closet, withdrawing a small black box and setting it on the bed. He bent down beside me, hauling a backpack under the bed, which landed with a thud on the mattress. His calculated moves only heightened the fear that’s slowly waking me up. “X,” I licked my dry lips as he began assembling a handgun from the box.

Kaiyahv said gently, slowly straightening herself. I put my hand on my head as if it hurt. I tried to process the information I got. These revelations were unbelievable. And because these were indeed memories, there was no denying that what I learned and uncovered were all true. Nonetheless, I won’t know how to react and what to do with all of it. “Xerra, just give us your order,” Kalith’s handgun was close to Harrupero’s back. If he was going to use his weapon, the Furezo’s heart won’t be missed.

Hunter's deep voice reverberates from his throat, and I gulp. The tension wafting through the air is thick and suffocating. I drop my eyes to the ground, wishing for it to just open up and swallow me whole so I could get the hell out of here. "The person I want to talk to is Ava," Axl says coldly. I don't know how long they stood there and glared daggers at each other before I felt Hunter lower himself down to my height. His breath hot on my neck. It sends a pleasurable sensation across my skin, spreading deliciously down the in between of my thighs..