Personas X Novels & Stories

“What babe?” “For the first time in my life I have someone that I know for sure will show up when he says he will and that loves me and makes certain I know I am loved. I know even if I do become a whale, you will still be here loving me and I am so grateful for that certainty. It’s never been something I had before. Not with anyone. I am so grateful for you Xander.”

Mr cutter held out his hand for me. 'You too Mr cutter." I smile before taking his hand in an handshake. "Now if you will please lend me your date." Selena says to Xavier before dragging me to a group of guys. Three to be exact. "Guys this is Pari." She points at me. "And Pari this is jack and Zack." She gestures to an identical twin, one blond and the other dark haired. "And this is Bentley." She points to the last guy, for a moment I thought he is Xavier, he has the same eye, hair and body shape but he's features are gentle, unlike Xavier's.

Maya held her throbbing head groaning, as she desperately tried to remember even a flicker of any image that correlates with what they were saying but her Brain was blank. "So tell us please." Jessica urged. Insensitive to the visible fact that she looked like crap. "I didn't go out with Xavier, I went out with Xavier's brother." Her voice was a little scratchy whisper but they heard her. They both frowned. "But I am certain that was Xavier who came to drop you at home except he has an identical twin. But shouldn't it be illegal for another person to own such a body and face? But does he?" Jessica asked nudging Maya impatiently.

” Eva was in complete awe. She already knew Stefan was brilliant before she met him but this was just another level of visionary. He wasn’t just handsome and wealthy, he was also a genius. “Now, the program we’ve just finished developing is called Xtopia. It’s a world similar to our own, but without all the limitations our world have." "People can be anything they want here. They can create any identity they desire. They will have jobs if they want to and experience life to the fullest.” He explained.

He looked tired, but then again, we all did. “I’ve gone through every lead we have,” he said, dropping a thin folder onto the desk. “Lorenzo’s trail isn’t clear. Whoever this man is, he’s good at covering it. No real records, no trace of his supposed lineage, no pack affiliation. He’s a ghost, Xavier. Even Rosalyn is looking into who he is and where he came from; so far, nothing is coming up. Elias also reported back…”

It's been long since I felt such heat burning in me, the last time Xavier fucked me, I didn't feel it. You know what, I think Vanessa was right when she said Xender looks more romantic. That's absolutely right. Xender might be innocent in the face, the saint peter of ages, but trust me, he is a badass when it comes to sex and he doesn't know any shit about innocence.

“Dorin! Johan! How are you this afternoon!” Xander called to his friends as soon as they met in their Magic Defense class. “We’re all doing fine,” Dorin replied with a smile. “Are you still busy with your other classes? We seldom see you around lately?” “Oh, they know when they are not needed, right, Xander?” Eirian suddenly piped in, giving Xander a slight smile.

she asked as she sorted the pillows on the bed. "Yeah, I'll join you shortly" Jessica could not believe she was having a smooth conversation with Xavier. It felt weird. They had smooth conversations at Aurora Haven but it did not feel weird because they were not at their base, but coming back here he was still acting the same made her feel weird. "The personal trainer would be coming tomorrow," he said as she put herself under the covers. "Why?" she said sitting up on the bed. "You said you want to exercise better so I got us a persona trainer" he explained.

"Silas will have picked up that energy surge. The Grey Sector is no longer a blind spot." ​I watched him—the man I once craved, the man who had died for me nine times—and felt a new kind of "Oxygen Debt." I could breathe perfectly fine, but I was suffocating under the weight of his indifference. ​"Julian?" ​"Yes, Patient 01?" ​"I'm going to make you remember," I whispered, the black vein on my wrist glowing with a quiet, defiant violet. "Even if I have to die an eleventh time to do it."

Her initial frown was the usual scowl she gave generally to people who were not Xavier. After some minutes, Xavier strolled in, looking like the main character from a Hollywood movie. He looks unfairly good in a tailored grey suit, the fabric hugging his broad shoulders as if it were made just for him. The deep cream shirt beneath softens the severity of the suit, the open collar giving him an effortless, confident edge. He perfectly met up to the standard of the man that was always in the blogs, whom the girls fantasize about — composed, powerful, and painfully aware of the effect he has when he walks into a room. Not flashy. Just devastatingly put together.