Buggy X Shanks の小説・ストーリー

“Xander wants me to be distracted, so I will let myself be distracted. And we will beef up security on him so that, if he goes to Piper… which I think he plans to do… we can be ready to follow.” “Put trackers in his shoes.” “What?” “When we were pups, Xander had this really weird thing about shoes. He had to have them. He hated to walk barefoot.” “He’s a werewolf.” “I know. It’s bizarre. But I’m telling you, it was really rare for Xander to go anywhere without a pair of shoes. I can't imagine he grew out of that. Maybe, but I doubt it. Put trackers in all of his shoes, and I don't think you will lose him.”

He carries himself with a maturity that belies his years. I’ve always thought of Seb and Xander as almost like twins; they were so similar as boys, both physically and in how they interacted. But now, as they’ve grown older, the differences are becoming more apparent. Xander’s build is filling out, his shoulders broadening into a distinct triangle that gives him a commanding presence. Though he and Seb are still the same height, Seb is narrower, his frame leaner. Despite Seb nearing his 18th birthday, Xander is clearly developing faster, his physique is more advanced.

He spat. Bastard; Shawn internally groaned before keeping the plan book in his coat and stepping out. He followed the thug inside the warehouse which was fairly illuminated by a fluorescent bulb. He saw Xane. He saw Sunny. He saw some other of their god-forsaken men too but not Serenity. “Where is she?” He hissed out. Xane acted like his words were nonexistent. “My plan book?” “You mean MY plan book.” Shawn countered. Xane turned around, threw his hands at nothing, and then turned back to Shawn. “Seriously, Donnelly? You're so finished, but yet, your arrogance is not, is it?”

Not like the short shorts some of the other girls in town wore, but her legs were long enough that any length of shorts on her was eye-catching as hell. I was so caught up in eyeballing her legs I didn't even notice Shane at first. I knew him from school, and he still came in the shop every now and again. Like my brothers and me, he was also into buying old motorcycles and fixing them up. I had nothing against the guy, except that I knew he could be shady. Hence openly approaching an underage girl and ogling her so obviously when he knew he'd be in deep shit if he tried for more. Like most other boys I'd seen her talking to, Shane, too, had that hopeful look in his eyes. Only he wasn't a boy

He handed it back to Xander. “Thank you,” “I’m Xander, sir.” “Thank you, Xander. I apologize if you got beaten up.” Xander only smiles charmingly showing his perfect teeth. “As for him, since he’s a shifter, it might be possible that his nail will come back,” Roman said. “We had thought about that.” Areston chuckled. “Pulling it every time it grows would be pleasant, right?” Roman smirked as he agreed. He casually picked up his coffee and complimented it.

A few days passed by as Zack recovered his strength at the packhouse. The Beta of the Shadow Pack—Xavier—had noticed that Zack was being relentless. Therefore, he offered Zack to be on the lumber delivery services that needed his strength to deliver the lumber to the locals that Shadow Pack traded with.

Shane is art. I’ve never just wanted to suck dick, but with Shane, I love it. I actually enjoy it. I want to slobber all over him. Gagging on his cock sounds like a good time. I was anxious, no, needy for it—for him. I clenched my thighs before lowering until I was on my belly. From this angle, I get a good view of his balls and the prominent veins that slither up his underside. His monster cock casts a shadow over me. I don’t know how he can sleep with his third leg pointing upward, but it was impressive.

30 YEARS AGO "Hey Shakyra where are you off to this early in the morning?" called the curious tones of my best friend. As I hustled out the back door and across the yard, Xander D'Angelos eighteen-year-old boy that lived next door, I peeked over the wall that separated our homes, and spotted him going through his usual morning Taiichi exercise routine with his dad. He was shirtless, and I felt heat flush my cheeks at the sight of all his exposed muscles,

However, when the consequences of their actions caught up to them, news spread quickly that the treaty needed to be taken seriously. "That's a good thing," Tane reminded me but there were times I disagreed with that. "Sometimes I miss the excitement," I admitted with an exasperated sigh, "but I know this way is safer for Xena. There's going to be plenty of excitement when Xena turns sixteen and shifts for the first time." "You're sure she's going to shift," Tane was still skeptical about the whole thing but he was trying to keep an open mind. "She's impervious to iron. The only reason iron doesn't affect her is because there's a beast that lay dormant inside her. I just know it. She's also i

He swallowed hard as his eyes adjusted to the sudden brightness. Standing before him was Shawn Xander. Easily six-foot-two, broad-shouldered, wearing a wine-red dress shirt that set off his sharp frame. His features were striking, all cut lines and symmetry, youthful yet shadowed with something darker. The others had tried to stand out with rainbow-dyed hair or garish styles, but he kept it simple: a close-cropped buzz cut. The kind of cut that only worked on men whose faces could carry it. On him, it made his strong brows and bold features even more commanding. Too handsome, almost unreal.