Novel & Cerita Black Xv

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.

Jaxon grinned, putting off his cigarette. "Vaughn isn't trying to find her husband's killers again. Perfect charade to fool black men," Maddox said. "And it worked." Drexton walked to the wall and picked up an ink. He stretched his hand, slicing the air into an X pattern, as he splashed the ink on the wall. The ink met the wall with a loud splash, landing on the ground as the content he wanted to show slowly revealed itself. It was a viper, the mouth wide open as it spat out venom.

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!!!

The tall man pursed his lips and asked his partner, Maybe he didn't know English. "Miss Wisdom" "Leave the girl" The black man standing next to him shook his head and said that he was now staring at the Xavier who had got up. "Half Det Sam" "Take him too." The tall black man gritted his teeth. And as soon as he said that, the black farms were now moving towards Xavier. Xavier did not resist in any way. They were now grabbing him with both arms and dragging him away. A man was carrying the girl and was dragging Xavier right behind her. Xavier 's eyes were on the rifle hanging from his shoulders. The rifle had silencers mounted on its mouth, which did not allow the sound of fire to be heard.

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.

That was indeed a pity. It was the same for the other elite warriors. They could now see the black people, the enemies. They started to retreat as we kept coming with my fellow elite warriors using their high-tech weapons such as digital handguns, lasers, flying disk guns, and crystal ball bombs like the one that almost killed me during the Banatan.

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..

Don't judge. "Go ahead" Vincenzo says smirking. I look at Liam to see his hands covering his eyes, "I don't mind babe" is what Xavier says looking interested. Vincenzo takes out his gun pointing it at Xavier. "Its loaded" he says carelessly. I look at the gun my excitement coming back to me. " OH MY GOD! IS THAT A DESERT EAGLE MARK XIX?!!" I suddenly shout going towards Vincenzo.

Xavier: War didn’t begin with the clash of teeth or the breaking of bone. It began in silence. In strategy. In the gathering of breath before the storm. It began in the cold air of the night, when those around us, those that believed that they could get away with what they wanted, were at their weakest point. And tonight, the Blackthorn estate felt suffocated by that breath. Maps covered my desk. Scouting reports lay in organized stacks. Hunter stood beside me, sharp‐eyed and steady, while the rest of my men waited beyond the door, ready to move the moment I gave the word.

Tyler starred at Xavier in shock as he raised his glass. "To Maya and Xavier forever." Everybody chorused. Xavier grinned. They have sold their lies to the smartest people he knew successfully.