Fourth Wing Chapter 27 Xaden Pov Novels & Stories

His other hand holding his chest as he dramatically speaks, "You can trust me to take very good care of your friend." "Lemon boy." They all look towards Xavier's direction. Aster's stomach sinks. "Um?" Khai breathes. Xavier pushes his chair back and walks away, "I'm heading back to class." "Xav, wait!" She stands up, breaking free from Khai's hold. She calls for him again but Xavier ignores her. She huffs and sits back down, finishing her food that has gotten cold. "Hey, I don't know what that was about but I'm so-"

“Well… I don’t care if he gets blind again. He has no right insulting you like that. You know I will always protect you, right? I am your guardian angel, after all.” I smiled at him. I may have forever lost Hunter’s love… but at least I was thankful that for now… I have Chaise’s friendship to count on. It may not be fair to Chaise that he was only a friend… a protector… a guardian angel to me. But I was hoping things would all fall into place someday. ***

“I didn’t mean right now. Just—eventually.” “No,” Apollo repeated, stepping closer. His fangs flashed again, a brief, involuntary reveal. “Not soon. Not until you understand what those wings are doing to your body.” His proximity carried heat and threat and something that felt like pleading disguised as law. Cael’s gaze flicked between them. He said nothing. But his shadow tightened again, attentive. Adelaide shifted her weight again, unconsciously testing her new balance. The wings responded at once—lifting a fraction higher than before, heat blooming along her spine in a controlled, deliberate ripple rather than a startled flare.

Chapter 61 I am dead * Adriana washed her face severally and stared at her reflection in the mirror. "Still pretty for my Xavier" she giggled and dressed up for work. The second phase was gone and the third phase was time be the hardest phase of all after all it would be filled with some sort of violence.

“But more time is not a permanent solution.” There’s a naked woman sucking Xaden’s cock with vigour and Xander’s eyes are fixed on the scene like his life depends on it. I rest against a wall, crossing my ankles and folding my arms over my chest, uninterested. “We are going to die, then...” Xaden grunts, his hips buck on the banquet chair. He’s close. “Fuck! Fuck death.” Xander can finally look away. “I am curious about what she looks like, though.”

Anila POV I looked down at the wand in my hands, my face reddening. “I… uh…” I tried to say, but he didn’t let me finish before he reached his hand out. “Let me have it.” The wand wiggled from my hands, and I released it, allowing it to fly to Damien. He studied the wand with a curious frown. Xaden stepped in front of me and blocked my view of the others. The air around us pulsed when Xaden said, “She isn’t your mate. She’s mine.”

Brad growled. A grumbling of laughter thickened the air. I wished to just disappear into thin air. He took a menacing step towards me. He was alarmingly close and I clinched my eyes, expecting the worst. “let her go” Bay’s commanding voice froze Brad. He stood paralyzed for sometime… he turned tail and moved back… I crunched down and started picking my books. I could feel eyes penetrating my skin like a hot blazing dagger. ******

Then he turned me to the side, still kissing me deeply, his hands cradling my head with surprising gentleness. He pulled back just enough to lick a slow stripe up my cheek. I let out a breathy laugh, which only made him do it again, and again, like a wolf marking his mate. My laughter stopped when I heard a low, rusty chuckle rumble from his chest. My eyes widened. “Caden?” I called, hope blooming in my chest. A deep grunt answered me. Two days more, Maya. Two days and you’ll have your male fully back. For now, I have other plans.

Chapter 11 Rider I felt Sky walking, well rolling, in the room before I even saw her. I watched the doors open and she rolled through in her chair, Carbon pushing behind her. I swallowed the lump in my throat as I stared at her, it looked like she had just woken up. Her short hair was a bit wild, and her eyes looked tired. My throat dried up as I watched Carbon push her over to Axel, Tank and Buzz, who were stood at the bar, almost completely wasted.

To not wear shoes is liberating, but to wear one, means you are secured and protected, from the cold, from the danger of getting hurt. It was an unsteady flight at first, with her staggering at the beginning, like a toddler learning once again how to walk, like the first time she got her legs, only this time, there is a person willing to extend an arm to her, she doesn’t need to scream nor to change weathers in order to be heard, but simply, staying as she is, as where she is, Azrael would come to help. “You’re a peculiar person.” his deep voice filled Andromeda’s mind, the lines he said didn’t come off as daunting nor sharp, it was as if he saw that characteristic of hers as amusing.