Mansion X Men Novels & Stories

This Mansion is too vast for only the Alpha and his twin werewolves to live. The chill breeze greeted me, sending goosebumps on my skin once we got outside the door and out to the gardens. Xeno became extra careful this time, knowing there are three sentries that are taking turns roving the place. To my surprise, he walked casually toward the gate and talked to one of the sentries who looked at me suspiciously. I exhaled in relief when it smiled and nodded at me, letting us both out discreetly. “I owe you this one, Frix.”

Guards surrounded the mansion making it practically impossible to leave or come in. After a while, she turned to go back to her room when she came across two of XANDER'S men. Their eyes lustfully roamed round her body. "She's so hot" she heard them say. "Damn, I can't wait to lay my hands on her. I bet when Xander is done with her, he will toss her away. Maybe even give her to us" He said making the other laugh. It wasn't new for Xander to order them to r@pe and torture someone.

The End Geneva and Xavier dismissed the maids after they were done bringing their luggages in. Both having turned around at the same time to check out their new abode, a tight smile crawled on top Xavier's face. Putting back on his sunglasses, he shrugged indifferently at Geneva. " At least now we'll be able to concentrate solemnly on our duties- as Alphas at that." " Yeah, you're kinda right." Geneva nodded in agreement. The mansion been so freaking huge with its funitures and interiors costing a whomping sum of money, they found no problem with it. And also, it's one of the properties owned by them.

Wards shimmered faintly along the perimeter. A fortress. And yet it suddenly felt… small. “He’s doing what you never could,” Xander said quietly. Xavier’s claws flexed. “Explain.” “He’s not conquering,” Xander said. “He’s collecting. Every outcast we ever created. Every bloodline we crushed to maintain order. They don’t follow him because he’s stronger.” Xavier’s jaw tightened. “They follow him because he lets them stay.” The words scraped something raw. “That kind of loyalty,” Xander continued, “doesn’t fracture when threatened. It consolidates.”

he mutters under his breath, voice low and dangerous. She dared to walk into his space, his territory, and brought men. Men. His fingers curl slightly against the bed sheet. That humiliation? That disrespect? All for what?? For a nobody like Lucas. That…will not go unanswered. There’s a knock on the door. “Come in,” Xavier says flatly. The door opens, and a man steps in. He looks tall and rough. The kind of man who doesn’t ask questions….he follows orders. Xavier turns his head slightly, eyes locking onto him.

Xienma, Cassie, and Xavier stepped into the labyrinth, their hearts pounding with a mix of excitement and trepidation. Xienma's eyes widened as she caught sight of her reflection in the first mirror. She saw herself and Xavier, their hands entwined, walking through a lush, verdant forest. The sun shone brightly, casting a warm glow over their faces. They laughed and played, their love for each other evident in every touch and glance. It was a vision of a perfect life, one where they were free from the shadows of their pasts and the looming threat of Drax. "Xienma," Xavier whispered, his voice filled with longing. "This is what we could have."

Exorcism or proper burial rites can banish them. How a Hindu undead spirit got to Underdenver was anybody’s guess, but I was becoming less and less surprised at anything anymore. X came out of his room in our apartment, looking unlike himself. Mr. X was known as the Man in Black who dressed Victorian while all the others dressed as 1950’s G-men. Impersonating Mr. M, X had to look the part, and so he did. “What about the real Mr. M?” I asked. “The real Mr. M is dead, but no one knows it but me. I’ve kept the knowledge of his death from becoming known so that I can use him as an alternate identity.”

I'm still not in love with Xavier. We enter the mansion, the doors open as if pushed by an invisible hand. The interior is just as beautifully creepy as the exterior; with two huge flights of stairs at the back of the hall which is separated by a colossal sculpture of a wolf. The floor is tiled, the ceiling over fifty meters above us. The whole room is very spacious, probably serving as a ballroom. "Where do these steps lead?" I ask, clutching his arm unconsciously, "They're so big!"

I was having second thoughts about being here, but before I could back out, I felt Xavier's hand take mine; he squeezed my hand, assuring me that everything would be alright. The mansion is in a Mediterranean-inspired style, which I only see in magazines; the residence alone probably cost a billion pesos or more, which made me understand how wealthy they are. So it was no surprise that Xavier could spend millions on extravagant gifts like a car, condo, house, and lot. It also made me think that maybe I shouldn't have refused his gifts because he's filthy rich anyway, but instead, I got the Rolex watch. Xavier led me to the house's grand ballroom and instructed one of the maids to notify his

Then they started doing their jobs. And on the other side "Any news?" He asked his men. "No sir. Our men trying to get inside the mansion but the security guard is too tight. And no one is allowed to enter the mansion without Xavier's permission" One of his men said. "That bastard is playing hard. What about the buying process?" He asked them. "No progress sir. All of his men are uselessly too much loyal to him. They are denying the offer and each time our men ate getting great shouting and warning from them for trying to but them" His man said.