Buggy X Shanks Novels & Stories

The teacher asked, with his tone soft and gentle instantly. Xander stood up from his desk and there was a dead silence. His figure was like a wall and there was a strong aura around him that sent shivers around everyone. His body was well-built with heavy muscles that could be seen through the school uniform. I could see the tattoo of a dragon and wolf on his arms. His torso was so huge it made his shirt tighten over his body. Each step he took was enough to send everyone shaking so hard. I looked up at his stony face and my heart skipped a beat. I never knew I could be this afraid, but I was losing control. The man in front of me was so fierce.

I personally didn’t see the fucking difference. Xander had dark brown hair and light brown eyes with flecks of honey. He was tall and muscular but on the leaner side than me. I towered over his 6’ 3” frame by a good 4-5 inches and was much, much wider and more muscular. I was a beast, the sheer size of me intimidating to everyone I have ever encountered. And I liked it that way.

Those looked quite real to him. Toby got Phelton to take off his shoe and make a footprint right next to one of the fake ones before he lowered himself into a squatting position and began explaining, “If you looked here, Xandar, you’d see that the fake one went too deep at the second and and third toe while leaving the first, fourth and fifth toe print in unequal depth. It isn’t possible to assert one’s weight only on two toes when one is walking, much less when one is running. That’s the problem with this print. That one,”

Lana Xander spins toward the stranger, anger rolling off him in hard waves. “Mind your own fucking business,” he snaps. I try to see the man, but Xander’s long legs block my view. The only thing I catch is his shoes. Clean, expensive loafers. The overhead fluorescent light flashes over the metal detail and the interlocking Gs. I grew up a block from the Jade District, surrounded by fake bags and knockoffs. I know a real Gucci logo when I see one. This one is real.

Suddenly, she hissed in pain. "What's wrong?" He frowned, his desire dissipating by half. "My ankle hurts." A large area of her left foot was red. Xander leaned in, frowning. "Your foot injury hasn't fully healed yet. How could you wear high heels?" "I thought it had almost healed—" "Nonsense!" Grace cowered, shrinking back. Seizing the opportunity, she said, "Shawn's method was very effective. It's hardly painful anymore." At the mention of Shawn, Xander's eyes became more alert. "What?"

Apparently, time to checkmate our enemies. Xx___xX

"We must uncover its vulnerability!" Xander's expression showed intense focus as he blocked another oncoming assault. "We will make a way around it," he stated, his voice showing increased determination. "We consistently do." At this point, the Shadowborn entered the battle, wielding their weapons and attacking the figure from every direction. However, the ominous presence appeared to predict their actions, responding to each assault with eerie accuracy. Eva sensed the tension of the fight, with the constant force from their opponent's strength testing their limits.

She lands low to the ground with her right hand out behind her summoning recreation to her hand then waits to see the aftermath) Xanne: Okay, karma knocking literally. (Taking the time to calmly stand up and dust himself off, he quickly realizes his hand is broken with his middle finger being shifted.) Mmm. That's new. So she can do more damage when I deserve it. Scary. (Realizing he is in combat he goes to stomp down on her as she throws a kick simultaneously landing her foot under his ankle)

Reaching out to the tumbler which contained Tequila Slammer, Baron chugged down the liquid and slightly scrunched his nose when it burned the back of his throat. Dropping the cue stick on the table, he slid his left hand into the pocket of his knee length pants while his right hand twirled the tumbler. He was shirtless and a part of his tattoos which were colored gleamed under the lights. He downed the liquor again as he stared into oblivion. Different thoughts rummaged through his mind. The past few months in X-habit had been bloody. Some unknown gunmen of an unknown rival gang had attacked them twice and they had lost a few of their men.

Some guys had a problem making the mana particles firm enough to hold their weight, especially since it's so small. Choir was a part of Xasha's cell, came up with the idea of making a mana soul underneath his boots instead of using a disk, as Xasha did. He stood in the air as if he was standing and on solid ground, walking, running, jumping. He had a lot more flexibility, and it was more natural, and there was no need to balance. Xasha liked this idea more than he liked his own and had Choir teach his way of doing it to the army instead.