Black Xv Novels & Stories

Julia glanced back once, her face unreadable as Hannah followed. A pulse still throbbed beneath her skin—phantom pain where the needle had been. This wasn’t a game. This was a labyrinth of power, loyalty, and poison. And she was already inside. Back at the dorm, the silence was thick. Everyone was asleep. Xavier locked the door behind him, flicked his cigarette into a half-empty glass, and dropped his coat on the back of the couch. He sat down slowly. Leaned back. And for a moment, he simply… breathed.

Damn, Xav, you are falling effing hard. . C.M. LOUDEN

The convenience store only had these, and since you asked me to go quickly, I didn't dare to go to a farther mall to buy anything! Xavier: [They’re not ordinary at all. As long as you bought them, they’re the best things in the world! I can't bear to use them, so I plan to sleep with it tonight!] Serena: [...Sleep with a bottle of shampoo?! Mr. Blaze, are you sure you only have pneumonia and not something wrong with your brain?!] Xavier: "Haha! Of course not! It still has the traces of your touch on it! You're not here, so hugging it is like hugging you!"

Only then did I register our state – both of us stark naked, Damario's face smeared with blood, and my own hand throbbing with pain, my knuckles torn and bleeding. Ignoring the onlookers, I yanked on my sweats, grabbed my backpack, and stalked out of the locker room. I hadn't taken more than a few strides when I spotted Czar, my best friend and future royal beta of Sunhaven, heading towards me with a deepening frown etched on his face. This isn't good. I stopped, looking him dead in the eyes as if to check what was going on through his dark orbs. "What is it?" I demanded, halting on my track.

I managed to say, surprising even me. “You greedy thing, I will fulfill your request” he smiled evilly. I watched his movement as he reached I to his boxers, and brought out the last biggest dock I have ever seen. Xaviers cock that is upto 10 inches Long. My mouth watered, my pussy clenched desperately, as if it couldn't wait any longer. I felt his big tip at my entrance, sucking on a deep breath. I braced myself, but I was jto ready at all. Never will be.

I scroll through, skipping down to where I see my name again. 🥴👑💃🏻 Us 🥴👑💃🏻 Today Kev ✊🏼😕 Have any of you heard from Xavier since he went to Jamaica? Don't tell me we'll have to send search and rescue for his ass? 😅 Sean 🥴✊🏼 🤣 You know how his selfish ass is. I'm sure he's fine sipping on some rum and coke orrrr something else 🤪

His love and care were slowly melting the walls around her heart away. Silvia wouldn't deny it. She was a little scared. Afraid to get her heart broken if she trusted Hunter again. He wouldn't break her because if he did. She'd kill him for sure. The door was knocked once before it opened to reveal Xander in a suit. His grayish-black hair combed back perfectly. The tux hugged his body perfectly. His forest eyes had a sweet smile in his gaze. "You look beautiful," He complimented, walking over to her as he held his hands out and she placed her small hands in his big ones.

Selah let out a soft, breathless laugh, her cheeks flushing a beautiful, healthy pink as Damaris lifted her hand to the light. "Oh my god," Damaris squealed, her usual professional composure completely evaporating. "Selah! It’s stunning. It’s... it’s so you. Look at the raw cut! Who did this?" She whipped her head around, her sharp eyes pointing directly at Xavier, who was standing near the bar. "Xavier, tell me you didn't just buy this off a rack. This is custom." Xavier didn't answer immediately. He slowly raised his glass of scotch to his lips, a slow, incredibly proud, and possessive smirk spreading across his rugged face.

I mean… Since Kyle mentioned that Xavier Hawthorn was a mercenary, I expected that he would scare me the first time I set my eyes on him. “For the main event of tonight… This is the one and only Xavier Hawthorn everyone!” the host claimed with enthusiasm that one could mistake this auction as a recognition of celebrities. He then added, “Isn’t this the best time to get ahold of him? Now, let’s start with a hundred thousand dollars!” Right after saying that, the lights turned on and I saw a sea of buyers raising their numbers. “$150,000!” “$200,000!” “$200,000 from Buyer 65!” the host called with so much excitement while pointing at the direction where Buyer 65 was.

He had to be a new student because I didn't recognize him, and I hadn't seen him around. He was tall, had broad shoulders, sharp features, and was dressed in all black. He had hooded eyes that didn’t seem impressed by much. But what caught my attention were the bruises around his neck. Not fight bruises. Hickeys. Lots of them. He looked like trouble. “Class,” Mr. Valen announced. “This is Xane Baxter. He’s joining us starting today. I know it’s unusual to accept a transfer in senior year, but… special circumstances.”