Brief X Stocking Novels & Stories

"Then you Mr. Player get yourself a new chick that's hot by the way and now she's pregnant. Xander quietly watches his brother's movement, mostly his hands. Last time, he noticed the shaky left hand and always sniffing or biting of his nails but he didn't notice these things earlier before it escalated. Now, he looks okay. No shakiness, sniffing and biting of some sort. "What do you want Xavier?" Xander says walking over to his desk, he opens his drawer and brings out a cheque. "W-what?" Xavier lets out a low laugh which turns to a frown when he notices his brother is serious.

Opening one of the closet doors, Xander said, "These clothes are all yours, and they've been washed. You can wear them directly." Looking up, Abigail saw a wall full of clothes—shirts, dresses, all sorts of styles. Below were drawers filled with underwear and socks. He had even prepared her undergarments, and surprisingly, they were all in her size. Blushing, Abigail asked, "H-How on earth did you figure out my underwear size?"

"Or were you planning for us to stay in those castoffs looking like your poor cousins?" "The remedy to your clothing dilemma will arrive at nightfall with Sasha." A low growl rumbled in Toni's head, and she couldn't help but ask, "Who's Sasha?" "Sheathe your claws, little wolf. Sasha is a friend of mine, almost like a daughter, you might say. She is also a vampire, which is why she won't arrive until shortly after dusk. I texted her this morning before resting. She will be bringing clothing for both of you, more cash for our travels, as well as sustenance for me."

a voice responded. I jumped, nearly letting out a scream. "W-Why did you come in here?" I asked nervously as Xylon stood before me. He looked fresh and enticing, wearing a tight white shirt and colorful boxers with cautionary graphics plastered all over them. It seemed his attire matched the thoughts that had occupied my mind. He held a small box in one hand—a first aid kit—and a bag of cotton balls in the other.

It was pretty sexy, I could see myself in it for sure. “Ooo I like this” I said taking it from her with a wide smile. “What is this thing?” I ask holding the belt. “It’s called a garter belt, and it holds up these” she said holding up a pair of black thigh stockings. A smile spread across my face, I can just imagine his reaction. “I love it” “I thought you might” the woman said turning back to the rack. “Now, you look like a 30b” she said over her shoulder.

I grabbed his pants, struggling to release his arousal, but froze at the knock on the door. "Who the hell is that?" Xaden barked. "Get the fuck off! I'm busy." He shouted. The knock persisted. "I'm sorry to disturb you, Khaun, but you"ll want to see this." Xavier called out. Releasing me abruptly, Xaden pulled up the zipper in his breeches and grabbed a shirt. I also, I quickly fumbled for my chemise, patting my wild her in place as I quickly wore a dress and slipped my feet into my turnshoes.

Xander ran towards the woods at the back of their house. He noticed Xavier’s silhouette there. He held the letter tightly in his hand, almost wrinkling it. “Vie!” Xander called, breathless. “We received an answer,” he added quickly. His usual deep voice was slightly high pitched from the excitement. Xavier emerged from between the trees wearing nothing but his work pants. His bare feet sank into the green moss. His hair was still wet from his swim in the lake.

A dom and a sub are doing something complicated with wax that I try not to let myself stare at. Kir steers me directly to the stocks. They’re made of oak and look like the kind you see in pictures of public squares from three hundred years ago, except clean and oiled and built by someone who knew exactly what they were for. The crossbar is hinged. The wrist holes are padded. The neck hole is padded. There is a low step in front, so the sub can rest their weight on it and not be hanging from their own collarbone. I look at it.

He gave her a look that was all affection on the surface, but behind his eyes, a storm was brewing. Later, when she was asleep, Xander slipped into the study, poured himself a glass of whiskey, and stared out the window at the rain. “She’s tougher than I thought,” he muttered. “But everyone breaks eventually.” He opened a drawer and pulled out a tiny, unlabeled bottle something he’d “borrowed” from one of his father’s shady contacts. It wasn't poison. Just something that could cause severe stress on the body. Miscarriage wasn’t guaranteed, but it would significantly increase the risk.

After a few hours, we reached a mall, and I thought of giving Angel a diamond ring or a beautiful necklace. “What will she do with this? Give them something that makes their moments memorable,” Xander suggested. He walked into the Victoria's Secret store, where every lady turned their head toward him. He had left his loose shirt in the car, and now only the white t-shirt was left, revealing his inked body. I scanned everyone with an angry stare. “What are you doing here?” I asked, pissed he’d bring me in here. “Look, this is cool.” He lifted a peach-colored thong.