Discovering Mr X Novels & Stories

He too thought in the way that I did, and I know for a fact that Xander was the type to discover something once he set his eyes on something. He was the type who couldn't mess with gold if he discovered gold, and if he found out that there was a thing that was not right about eh gold, or there was a mystery about it, then he would dig it out in no . He wanted to always place his hands on a thing that got his attention, and was proving mysterious. That was the Xander I , and that was the Xander that I wanted to work with me. In no time, I believe that we would, together, discover the truth about this girl who poses to be the hidden x factor.

“And we’ve uncovered something big. You remember Mr. Y, the by-the-book Man in Black who was always out to ruin Mr. X?” I nodded, my mind immediately flashing to the thought of Mr. X. His disappearance, the vetala... everything that had been going wrong. "Yeah, go on." Rachelle exchanged a look with Spitfire, and then Spitfire spoke, her mechanical voice sharp. "Mr. Y kept up his usual pursuit of Mr. X. Unaware that X was compromised by the vetala, he tracked him down and cornered him. They got him." A quiet, shocked pause followed. My stomach dropped as I processed the information.

He got it right. Mr. Summers looked at me, and his jaw clenched. He gave me an unblinking stare and pointed at the abandoned building. "I know your real father. He lived there." The two guys behind me got alerted and approached Mr. Summers quickly. "Who's the man you're talking about, and when did he lived there?" Blake inquired. Mr. Summers leaned back and put his hand under his chin as if thinking. I got shivers down my spine as I looked at the backs of the two. Why do they get so tensed?

" Xander exhales with a tiny relief. "Sir, I know you're going through a difficult time, but I want you to know that I'm here for you," Mr. Dum said, casting a comforting glance at Xander. "I have a friend who is a private investigator. He's one of the best in the city and I think he can help us find Ketty." Xander being hesitant at first, but Mr. Dum's words sounding lot convincing than usual. "Alright, let's give it a try," he says, nodding his head.

I sauntered off, feeling more like my old self, and noticed someone in the distance heading to crazy girl’s building. Mr. Xavier. Strange. He walked inside. Even the scariest fucking man I’d ever met couldn’t get rid of my boner. At last, my dick was back.

839 word(s) Published 50 🎁🎁🎁ANYA🎁🎁🎁 I woke up the next morning, looking around. For a moment, I couldn't recognize where I am. So much beauty and luxury. Then, it all came back to me. I stared around and my eyes landed on the huge guy sleeping on the sofa. Mr. Xazix. I took the moment to stare at him so bashfully. Sitting up on the bed, I took in his features. So handsome and intimidating.

His gaze softened, a subtle wave of something unreadable flickering in his eyes. As if sensing his look, Uriah glanced back at him. Their eyes met briefly. The old man offered a slight nod before returning his full attention to fussing over Matty. Xavier's gaze darkened a shade. It was clear now. Uriah had figured him out. But neither said a word about it. A quiet, mutual understanding lingered in the air—both aware, neither willing to name it aloud. Xavier shifted his attention toward Sharon. He'd heard Matty mention this "Mr. Malcolm" plenty of times, always assuming he was just some elderly man with exceptional medical skills. It wasn't until their last meeting that he realized the truth—

However, recent events have taught me not to discount the possibility of there being something more beyond our physical world. Since our last moments together, I hadn't sensed X's presence. However, not long after, I made a discovery: I was pregnant. I didn't even need to take a test; I just knew. Of course, I took one anyway to share the news with Xavier. He was ecstatic and so was I... but a part of me couldn't help but wonder how and when the baby was conceived.

“It took me a while but I was able to find out who exactly this Matt Sullivan is,” Xavier’s detective told him a few days later over the phone. “In fact, this was very hard to find. It was almost as if someone was purposely leading me the wrong way.” “Tell me everything,” Xavier said breathlessly. He was doing a morning run, an exercise he hadn’t done in months. Now more than ever, he needed a reason to get out of the penthouse he shared with Charlotte.