My X Report Novels & Stories

Chen. “Dr. Chen, please examine this document. It contains full XRD testing results performed on Meridian’s generic drug by an independent accredited laboratory. Walk the court through your professional interpretation of these findings.” Dr. Chen accepts the report and flips to page three, paper rustling softly beneath her palms. Her eyes linger on the printed diffraction patterns for five full seconds.

"Answer me." "This autopsy report is months old. How could I possibly remember every detail from months ago? Besides, if there were any issues with the body, I would have included them in the report. If it's not mentioned, it means nothing was there. What I'm more curious about is where you got this report. Do you realize this is illegal?" Dr. Xavier replied angrily. Melvin had no patience for his deflections. "If I'm breaking the law, someone will come arrest me. But you're about to be finished."

“Doesn’t sound like a bad idea; Milena does need rest.” “Don’t be a buzzkill, Zion, I don’t think she wants to rest,” Xander mocks us as he enters the room. I grab a cushion and fling it at him; he catches it, about to smile cockily, but I throw a second one right after the first and that one connects with his annoying face. “Score!” I say smugly. “I’ll get you back once you’re healed. Here, start working.” He holds out the pile of reports. “And that’s just a scratch on the surface. There’s way more, but the printer ink’s run out.”

“Doesn’t sound like a bad idea; Milena does need rest.” “Don’t be a buzzkill, Zion, I don’t think she wants to rest,” Xander mocks us as he enters the room. I grab a cushion and fling it at him; he catches it, about to smile cockily, but I throw a second one right after the first and that one connects with his annoying face. “Score!” I say smugly. “I’ll get you back once you’re healed. Here, start working.” He holds out the pile of reports. “And that’s just a scratch on the surface. There’s way more, but the printer ink’s run out.”

He asked. Aunt and uncle glares at him shortly.. uncle reach for some papers and hands them to Xander. "I want you to go through those reports and tell me what's wrong with them!" Uncle said. I take some from Xander and glance through, flipping through different pages. "I don't see anything wrong with them!" Xander said. I take his report from him and compares it with mine. "Are you sure there's nothing wrong?" Uncle asked him again. "Absolutely!" He replies.

X “

Staring at her computer screen, Aphrodite was awash in so many emotions that she could not catalog them all. Shock, rage, confusion, disappointment, and a tinge of guilt boiled and bubbled within her for several moments after scrolling to the company profile section of the D&B report that she had received on Coastline Multimedia. And it was from Xavier. How on earth had he known that she needed this report was beyond her idea but she knew that if Xavier de la Velga sent you something then you were supposed to take it up and trust it like you would do God’s words.

I shivered. "We've been poked, prodded, tested, examined, and had it all done over again and again by our illustrious Dr. Atlas for most of our lives together," Xander said. "He's one of the best doctors I've ever seen. You'll be in good hands." "Then yes. Can I have a copy of the results?" Atlas looked at me a little weirdly. I felt heat touch my cheeks. "I've never gotten to see any medical records before. Mine or anyone else's. I think it would be interesting to be able to track changes like a line of credit output."

I responded coldly. "No, they aren't my biological children but have never loved them any less," I stumbled backward and sat on the couch as tears rolled down my eyes and stared intensely at Xavier. "Why did the report say they were yours?" I knew Xavier was influential but just like Adrian had said, Xavier can't do all these by himself, he doesn't have the liver to. "Even I don't know, I got the report the same day you got yours," Xavier shut his eyes tight, from the look of it Xavier was turning pale.

“Actually, I'm here to make everything between us perfectly clear.” “Great,” X says, holding the envelope. He looks at it and then raises an eyebrow in confusion. “What's this?” “A paternity test,” I say without hesitation. “For my son Juan. He might be the result of our night of passion in Africa.” “Impossible,” X says, handing me back the envelope. “It's possible. Do the math,” I retort, not holding back the envelope. “Impossible,” X repeats, tossing the envelope onto the coffee table.