Hxh Backgrounds Novels & Stories

"We're ending this rivalry. Right here, right now. Please." But Matthais only shakes his head. "It runs too deep. It'll never end." "I disagree," I say evenly. "Trish and I are the first step. Things can and will get better. There's no need for so much hate. And for what? Why do our families hate each other? Because of some crazy stuff that happened 100 years ago? It makes no sense. We should work together instead of trying to sabotage each other." "You have no loyalty to your father or your family," Matthais hisses.

Another stepped backward, clutching her purse to her chest. The nurse stared in confusion. In fifteen years of emergency medicine, she had treated gunshot wounds, car accidents, ruptured aneurysms, and catastrophic trauma. She had never seen blood like this. Then more appeared. It seeped from the corners of the man’s eyes. A murmur spread through the crowd. Someone whispered a prayer. Others instinctively reached for their phones. Within seconds, dozens of cameras were recording, each trying to capture something no one could explain. Sirens wailed in the distance.

I heard a fimiliar voice say and I looked up to see Hunter. "Hey, what are you doing here?" I asked flashing him a friendly smile. "I have a friend that works over here, Matt S-" "I know him, great photographer," "So what are you doing here?" He asked "Well, I-" "Mr Bryan," Xavier greeted out of no where cutting him off, his hand wrapping around my waist possessively, Hunter's eyes following the action. "Mr Persons, how are you today?" Hunter asked standing straight, building confidence and dominance. Men and their pride and egos.

I am Xerra, a superbeing from a remote galaxy far away from the Milky Way called Ciriculus. I live in this fourth-dimensional world called Aryan wherein everything is possible. Well… almost everything… I scanned the familiar domain I was in. I was surrounded by the green and blue giant trees that seemed to reach the still dark sky. I had always loved the relaxing smell of the leaves in the Aiglean Forest and the gentle touch of fresh mountain dews before the sun rises.

As per usual, I have had another successful day at work. I just wish my personal life was just as successful. "Jake! Did you really just land the Champa account?!" Lin asked as she walked into my small office. I smiled as I watched her run over to me and I stood up to hug her. "I did and I am not sure how I was able to do it but I did." I responded with a hint of shyness. Lin is the loudest of our marketing group and she is also the one who coordinates all of our work functions.

The large lonely mansion which oozed nothing but affluence did not only house these money making halls but also had rooms above which caged workers who made this money and the bosses who ruled over them. The workers were members of X-habit, a crime conglomerate whose activities were no lesser than running guns, doing drugs and the like. The Big Four: Steven Chase, Baron Sage, Iphan Carter and Kane Richmond bossed over the conglomerate, with Steven as the head, more of a Godfather.

Every time I faltered, his questions became a compass, pointing me back to why we started. The climax wasn’t one moment, but a series of them that built like a crescendo. The first official day of building the company, we signed the paperwork in a cramped office downtown. No marble floors, no mahogany desks. Just peeling paint, buzzing lights, and a single window that stuck when you tried to open it. But it was ours. I looked at the name on the documents: HorizonTech Foundation. Noah had picked it, saying it sounded like hope made tangible. I agreed. Because to me, it wasn’t just about technology. It was about horizons, the ones people thought were too far to reach, the ones we’d bring close

They were ready, just needed my signature. But my finger hovered over the print button, unable to commit because filing meant war with my father. My phone rang again, my father's assistant. Mr. Hall asked me to send you Dr. Harrison's intake forms, you need to complete them before Friday's appointment. I agreed and hung up, then opened my email to find the forms waiting. Pages of invasive questions about our sexual history, medical backgrounds, lifestyle factors. All based on the assumption that we'd been actively trying to conceive and failing.