Dottore X Pantalone Novels & Stories

Panic flares hot through my chest, and a hysterical breakdown threatens to overwhelm me. If I weren’t scared out of my mind, I’d actually appreciate how attractive Xander is. He has longish, dark brown hair, and strands fall over his forehead, making him look like one of the bad boys Papa Rocky Ace always warned me about. His eyes are brown with golden flecks giving me the impression he’s a jokester. He’s not dressed in a suit like Olga’s other guards but is wearing black cargo pants, a black t-shirt, and boots. There are tattoos on the back of his hands running all the way up his forearms, where I can see his veins snaking beneath his skin.

Thus, the violet knight disappeared, and X didn’t stop advancing, he kept on heading towards Don. As soon as he arrived he dashingly sliced Don from bottom to top diagonally while holding the sword in his right hand. However, Don appeared on his back and pound him using his right fist. Fortunately, he twisted his body at the right timing and blocked it using his left palm. Eventually, that made him move backward from the impact. “You got slower too,” X stated. “What’s your hidden agenda?” Don asked while looking at X’s eyes. ‘As expected, he noticed it, bravo,’ X thought and smirked.

"I don't know what to do with that boy. He insisted you rest but didn't bother about having any rest. He is currently speaking with the doctor. I am too exhausted for any long conversations." "The surgery is already over," I stated surprised. "Yes, a few minutes before you arrived. Xander left with the doctor then." My brows furrowed wondering what Xander and the doctor were discussing that couldn't be said in front of Camilla. As if on cue, the devil we were talking about appeared with the doctor. "Hello Mrs De Marco." The doctor greeted. Both I and Camilla were Mrs De Marco. I immediately recognized the doctor as Kyle, Bertha's Crush. He looked different from what I remembered in a good wa

Quinn had just left Four Seasons Incorporated when she noticed Xavier's striking Rolls-Royce Cullinan. She approached to lean against the door and knocked on the window. As the window rolled down, Xavier's piercing eyes came into view. He had casually undone the top few buttons of his shirt, revealing his sculpted and attractive chest. A pair of black dress pants covered his legs that went on for miles. Even the Cullinan's spacious leg area seemed too cramped for his long legs.

Santi was serving him coffee and a grilled cheese sandwich. She and Santi looked at each other before she walked over to the man. When she passed Santi, he whispered to her. "If you need help, just look at me." She smiled and nodded. "Thank you." She went to the older man who wanted to talk to her and stopped at his table. "Hi." She greeted the man. "I'm Xanthe Pietro Lumierre. Did you need something?" The man looked at her for a few seconds before pointing to the chair in front of him, "have a seat."

And those eyes—icy blue, cold and piercing—drew attention even from across the room. He looked like a man who had survived things no one dared speak about—and came out of it sharper, stronger, and twice as dangerous. And God, somehow even more handsome for it. “Who’s that?” one woman asked in a low voice, clutching her champagne glass a little tighter. “You don’t know?” her friend replied. “That’s Xander Croix. An influential figure in France. I heard he’s a mafia king.” Her eyes widened. “He’s not what I expected.”

Once the door sealed, Leroy turned his attention back to Xcott, but the man had already moved away, unconcerned by his own lack of clothing. As Xcott strode across the room, Leroy found himself begrudgingly noticing the man’s physical presence—his physique marked by intricate tattoos and old scars that spoke of battles won. Draping a long, silken robe over himself, Xcott faced Leroy again, his expression unreadable. “Who was that?” Leroy asked, breaking the silence. “One of my servants,” Xcott replied, his tone calm yet dismissive. “A servant? You mean… another slave?”

In fact, Xander looked fresher than he'd been before he got attacked… Wait. “Haha! Of course!” He coughed dryly, his face flushing. “But I’m still managing. That doctor isn't done with me yet, because the pain still lingers… I need to go back this evening, in fact.” “By doctor, did you mean the hot blonde in this picture?” Tania’s voice came from the bed. On her expression was a look of mischief, and she waved her phone’s screen at us. “Anna, does your brother have a doppelganger? If not, then he was definitely in the Maldives all this time… on a vacation with this pretty blonde.”

Zaire interjected and directed a cold glare at Anonymous X. Anonymous X shivered fearfully and hurriedly waved his hand. “Just joking around. Just joking around, boss.” He quickly clarified and handed the dress in his hands to Lotus, his playful expression turning to a professional one. “Beauty, please try it on so we can check if it needs any adjustments.” He addressed Lotus nodded and caressed the beautiful dress. Although she hadn't checked it out, even the quality of the dress was enough to reveal that the dress was of a high quality. She smiled at X and nodded. “Yes, thank you…”

he smiled at me I looked around him, I couldn't look up because he's really tall, to see Cristiano, Geovanni and Jianan looking at me. All four boys were shirtless. Xavier was in a very sexy bad boy style. He was wearing knee length army styled pants with chains and a black belt which was loss leaving his pants to fall a little and show me the top of his boxers. Sexy. "Where am I?" I questioned "What happened last night? All I remember was being drugged by someone then blacking out....my head."