My X Report Novels & Stories

"The data parameters confirm it as absolute ground truth." Yet, not a single microsecond of joy materialized on Xavier Sr.’s face. He suddenly lunged forward, snatching the three forensic reports into his hands and violently shredding them into a thousand unrecoverable pieces. With a look of pure, unadulterated disgust, he cast the debris straight onto the floor, stomping his heavy leather shoe over the scraps, grinding and twisting his heel into the paper with erratic fury. "Disgusting... absolutely sickening!" he snarled, his breath ragged.

he asked with raised eyebrows. "Yeah My Xavier In Shining Armor"I said in a duh tone. "Well then MRID I'm just wondering why you aren't a model with those legs"he said. 😀😀😀☺️☺️☺️🌚🌚🌚If you only knew. "MRID?"I also asked. "Yeah if I'm your MXISA then your my MRID meaning My Riley In Distress"he said walking towards the bed and I walked into the closet and change into my pyjamas and walked back to the bed.

Zarha's POV “I’m going to have a quick shower. I’ll be back in a sec,” Xander says before stepping into the bathroom. Max comes over and sits down beside me. “How are you feeling today?” he asks, his body turned towards me, his eyes scanning my face and body as if checking for injuries. “Good. No aches or pains or anything.” His answering smile is so bright, and then he closes his eyes as if in prayer before opening them again and letting out a breath. “Good.”

A cold table. They checked everything. Every measurement. Every function. Making sure I was worth the price they were paying. When they finally finished, I felt wrung out. Like someone had taken me apart and rebuilt me wrong. “Everything looks good,” the older doctor said while removing his gloves. “You’re healthy. No concerns.” He handed me a sheet of notes. “The official report will arrive in a few days, but preliminarily everything matches Crescent Falls’ records.” I forced a small nod.

I only want to save my son. Xara suddenly felt incredibly light after saying all that. The pressure that had enveloped her dissipated like wisps of smoke. Steffan pushed a tablet toward Xara. "These are Jacob's medical records and examination reports." She took the tablet and sat down on the sofa. The tablet was not locked with a password. As she opened it, she began to read Jacob's medical history and reports. Although Xara was a psychologist, she was not entirely ignorant about other medical disciplines. She diligently reviewed all the information and then slumped her shoulders.

“Jesus. Your cheek… your lip… your hand—” He looked at my right hand—swollen, knuckles split, purple bruises already blooming across the back. He cursed under his breath, something low and vicious in French. “I’m taking you to the hospital. Right now.” I shook my head weakly. “No… no police… no reports…” He cupped my uninjured cheek, thumb brushing away a tear I hadn’t realized was falling. “No reports,” he promised. “Private clinic. Discreet. But you need stitches, X-rays. You’re hurt, sweetheart. Badly.”

I’ve become so fond of his company in these last few days that even his scent brought me comfort. I’m about halfway through the movie when Darren walks in. He looks disappointed to see Maverick by my side. “I have your results. Are you comfortable if I share them when you while he’s here?” He was referring to Maverick. I nod yes slowly as I realize this moment may be monumental in terms of my life expectancy. I wait for him to continue - feeling a pit grow in my stomach. “Well the good news is your imaging for your stomach showed no ulcers or abscesses. It doesn’t indicate any issues in your internal organs.” He shows me the imaging on his tablet and it looks normal from what I can tell.

I think to make me feel good but it isn't working. "Honestly speaking pathetic than before."I slumped my shoulders in exasperation. "Oh dear its normal in this condition but there is nothing to worry about because all your reports are normal."She said with a soft chuckle. Wait she said it's normal in my condition and all my reports are normal.Why is she using oxymoron with me? "Wh-what do you me-mean Doctor?"I fumbled with my question dreading to hear the answer I don't want to receive.

Mable looked at Spike and could not bear to refuse. After a moment of silence, she nodded. “Sure.” Spike hugged her happily. “Thank you, Mommy!” “What’s this?” Mable picked up the document holder Spike gave her. Spike shook his head. Mable hesitated for a few seconds before opening it. Inside was a CT scan and a medical report. Mable saw the contents and was stunned. This was... “What’s that, Mommy?” Spike looked at the CT scan in Mable’s hand curiously.

Liam corrected, with the precision of someone who’d had hours to process the implications. He looked at her with those gold eyes that were, this morning, sharper than they’d ever been. “Mom,” he said. “I think you need to talk to Xavier.” Xavier’s reaction to Nora’s medical report was contained, visible only in the long exhale he allowed himself when Nora finished explaining. He stood in the medical wing, processing, and then turned to Aria. “He’s healthy,” Xavier said, like he needed to say it aloud to confirm it. “Completely,” Nora said.