Moxxie X Chaz Novels & Stories

“If is mixed up with bad people, then that’s even more reason to get Mia away from him.” “But does the girl want to leave him?” Chills asked. “Yeah. I’m sure of it.” So, Xavier has ties with organized crime. That doesn’t scare him. He doesn’t know anyone that’s built their family’s estates with clean money. “We’re still going after him?” Chills asked. “Yes.” Chills frowned. “That must be some good love, fam.” He didn’t answer. “I’d like to stay in DC for a few days,” Chills continued. “See if I can get more info on him. The vibes are banging here. You should stay too.”

Instead of instant relief, the dizziness sweeps through me again. After stopping the bleeding, they put a bandage on my arm, with a groan leaving my mouth at intervals. The first guy pulls me up, just in time for Gonzales to get back into the van. Sparing me a glance, he mutters. “Stay put.” The driver ignites the van into action, and we move away from the registry, making me dart my eyes around for the sight of Alex or Arabel's running figure. I'm sure Gonzales is chasing them.

“The exiled alpha Chike is in the High Tower, and he’s requesting to see you.” The couple in bed shared a glance, confused as to why he was there. “I’ll be there soon. Give me a moment.” Yes, my king, he replied, and they heard footsteps departing from before their door. “Alpha Chike?” Mia asked in a suspicious tone while Xavier reached for his trousers on the floor and put them on. He pulled his shirt from the nightstand, where they had tossed it last night in the heat of the moment. “He follows Elliott alongside Zara; they’ve been working together for years, and I didn’t put it together,” he said, his voice not doing well to mask his anger.

Zach POV My so called monthly time-off starts one hour before sunset tomorrow. I have about twenty-two hours to do all the things I normally did before going into the cage. First is go on a date with Madison Marlowe. I'm getting ready for that now when my cellphone starts to ring. It's her. "Hello, Mads." "Taye died," she says with a shaky voice. I don't know who that is. I'm still trying to put a face to the name when she adds,

Cindy said, smug. “Does Shane know him?” Chloe asked. “They’re acquaintances. I’ll need Shane’s help to get the deal. That’s my first mission as COO.” “Wow. I heard Mystery retired,” Selena said. “Yeah,” Cindy sighed. “He lost his wife and kid in an accident. But I doubt he’ll turn me down. After all…” she grinned, striking a pose, “who can say no to this face?”

Xx My phone buzzes as replies flood in. Zach: We wouldn’t miss it for the world. Max and Xander just said they’re coming too, so we’ll all see you back home. Can’t wait! Xxx Xander: Hey, titch. Just you try and stop me. I’ll let Mum and Dad know. We’ll all be back next week. Goddess, it’ll be good to see you. How’ve you been? Xxx Max: I look like an idiot; my grin is like a mile wide. Can I take you on a proper date while you’re back? Xxx

His feet stops in front of the dinning table. I hold my breath, clearly knowing What was going to happen next. "There you are." Xavier's face pops in under the dinning table. "Haaaa." I scream before crawling out of the dinning table. Xavier chuckles, I mean he really chuckled. I stood still in shock. This is the very first time I have heard hum chuckle. He pops an eyebrow at my behaviour. "My turn." Mia appears out of the blues. Xavier runs out of the kitchen before I could blink my eye, and I soon follow.

No distractions… Mr. X (online) — Is that the only reason? I hope this has nothing to do with our “joke”… Or something I did… Thalia (online) — Just that, X. You were perfect. It has nothing to do with you. If you want to keep talking to me, just add me on MSN. My name is daliapenedosalazar@hotmail.com Mr. X (online) — All right, then goodbye, Dalia Penedo Salazar.

From Raffaele m A senior figure connected directly to the Morretti family. My pulse slammed hard against my ribs. *That's impossible,” I whispered. But it wasn't, nothing was impossible anymore. Pierre looked at me carefully. “You think Raffaele knows this person is connected?" I stared at the page without answering. Because suddenly, I wasn't sure what side anybody was actually on anymore. The rain outside grew heavier, thunder rumbling faintly in the distance while tension wrapped around the room so tightly it became hard to breathe. Then my phone buzzed sharply against the table.