Fang X Buster Novels & Stories

He said ransacking his phone, delving his phone gallery and handing over his phone to me, " There, that's my younger brother, and my dog... " I took the phone from him, the screen warm against my palm. There was Brendan, looking younger and more carefree, sitting on a patch of bright green grass with a golden retriever draped across his lap. Next to him was a tiny, gap-toothed boy, Xavier, clinging to Brendan’s neck with a sticky-fingered grin. "He looks just like you," I whispered, tracing the edge of the screen. "Poor kid," Brendan joked, though his eyes were soft with pride. "He’s a handful, but he’s the best part of my day. And that’s Buster. He’s ten and thinks he’s a lap dog."

“Then what is it?” Xander fiddled with his hair, looking tormented. "Come on, Sir! I am Xander! Xander William!" Xander said tiredly, this time his gaze was fixed on Crystal. “It is not that I want to demean your daughter, but I am too good, almost like a God really, to even enter a contest just for a spoiled brat like her."

I don't understand; what relationship you have with her if it wasn't boyfriend and girlfriend, and she's not you, mate. Xander stood up from his chair and stared at me, then he turned his head and looked at his father, —They were fuck-buddies, friends with rights, the medicine for horniness, body call?— he said while looking at his father, but he didn't seem to understand.

Damien asks, he must have seen my terrified face. I nod, “Yeah, I’m good.” “Uhm okay, this is my best friend Max,” he says proudly. “Oh, it’s so nice to meet you, Max, Damien has said so much about you,” I reply, shaking his hand. “You too, Mr Forsythe,” he smiles back. “Oh no, please call me Xander,” I say, “When we are outside of course.” “Well, I’ll be in the car,” I say, and I scurry away to the car, X is standing outside on the phone and Charles is inside playing Candy Crush.

'' Steffan smirked as he stood up from the couch and fished something out of the drawer of his table. A vibrator. Karlisle tightened his jawline. ''Holy shit...'' Steffan inserted the vibrator inside him as Karlisle watched. Karlisle bit his lips. ''Tell me how it feels~'' ''It feels so good... Stretching my tight hole...'' 'Better than my dick?''' ''Your dick is better... Ahh!'' Steffan screamed as he bucked his hips as he found his prostate. Karlisle moved down on the floor and pulled the vibrator out of Steffan's hole and started sucking it while staring straight at Steffan's eyes. ''Just tastes like you..''

Luckily, her friends brought the story but then they were so excited to be part of a billionaire wedding that Ashely thought if they even heard her excuse. Ashely and Xander held hands together and turned to face the congregation with big smiles on their faces. Little by little, the congregation started to walk up to them and congratulate them. “Congratulations. Who ever knew that the great Xander Cage will become pussy whipped one day.” Xenon, one of Xander’s mafia friends, teased Xander as he walked up to the couple. “Soon it will be your turn!.” Xander said to his friend. “Nah! The Devil doesn’t fall in love!.” Xenon confidently stated as he walked away. Xander smirked at his friend becau

“Kindly put that shirt back on. This is not a strip show.” Brad ignored her and moved towards Jaxon. “Hey buddy,” Jaxon said, doing a bro handshake with him. The door sprang open, and Xander lurched from where he was at the abruptness. His jaw slackened, and his eyes bulged as he saw what they were against. “Holy crap!" He cussed. “Don't worry; far worse is coming.” Jaxon chuckled. “That is so encouraging,g,” Xander murmured sarcastically. “Do you still want to fight?" Sparkles asked, not taking her eyes off the approaching girl about her age.

She wouldn't let this chance slip. The Ashford family wouldn't tolerate Larissa if she was caught committing adultery. Yet, none of these thoughts were in Larissa's mind. Instead, she was amazed by the authenticity of Ambrose's prosthetic mask. This must be from Zayn. Only he could forge such an immaculate prosthetic mask. Ambrose mentioned that he was going to come visit her today, and there he was. He went undercover as Xander Wallace to sneak in for her—just how sweet was he?

"If anyone refuses him, they answer to me. If anyone touches him, they answer to me. If anyone even thinks about making him bleed, I will burn this citadel to the ground and start over." The silence was absolute. Brenda’s mouth opened and closed. "Y-you can’t..." "I can," Xander said. "Because I am the strongest beast in this valley, and I am done being patient." He lifted my hand and kissed my knuckles. Right in front of her. "Come with me," he said. As we walked past her, he leaned in. Just for her to hear. "If you come near him again, Brenda, it won’t be a warning next time."

“She’s recovering from the flu and I’ve got to get her home to rest. Like most women, she pushes herself way too hard.” With uncertainty in her eyes, the waitress looked from me to Natalia. “I don’t know if you leaving with her is a good idea.” “No problem.” I set Natalia back down and handed the waitress a hundred-dollar bill. “Got any change for this?” “Ah, sure.” She left but looked over her shoulder at me, and I gave her a salute. When they looked back at the camera footage, they’d discover I had stopped the feed before I even walked in. As soon as the waitress went to the manager in the kitchen, I hiked Natalia up under my arm and used my werewolf power to blur out of there.