Salesman X Reader Novels & Stories

Xalen gave me the one-word answer, but he took his nose out of the books before him, looking at me as if I were about to vanish any second. I queried, “You won’t answer my question?” “What question?” Xalen shot back at me with the same stoic expression that I didn’t like one bit. “I asked what you were doing here,” I said. “I didn’t know you still worked here.” Even though what I wanted to say was, “I didn’t think you still lived here,” I settled for a less mean version. “I don’t work here,” Xalen uttered, holding my gaze. “I came here because I need a few books that haven’t been moved to our home.”

His eyes lit up, and he hurried toward Zaire and Lotus with glee in his brown eyes. “Muse. Yes, my muse is here.” He seethed in joy. Immediately, he bent on one knee and stretched out his hands toward Lotus. “Beauty, what's your name? I'm Anonymous X, one of the most famous designers in the country. Beauty, can you be my model? See, I'm so tired of seeing those unnatural beauties with scheming acts, but seeing a fresh beauty, I feel like I now have the energy to deliver a world-stunning design that'll awe the whole world. Why don't you say yes to me in order to do the world a just cause? I promise I'll give you hefty benefits…” Anonymous X, the famous designer, continues to rattle on without

"Elara and Merida invited me too." Xavier quickly tapped the e-reader screen, which displayed a line he'd already written. "You're just an afterthought." Leonard silently shot him a look.

I'll have to think a lot over what he said. I didn't do anything after I reached home. We have each other's number, but we don't text. I wanted to ask him about what he said and why. But it was useless. If he wants to lie, he'll lie. What can I do? I can only see that tomorrow, I'll read his face expressions. I'm an observer, right!? INTRODUCING - Xander Name : Xander Smith Age : 18 years Father : Robert Smith Mother : Lily Smith

Cara walks into the sitting room to a welcoming view of the two brothers, one in a grey suit reading today's newspaper and the other, shirtless and pressing his phone. It will take Cara sometime to get used to the similar faces but she doesn't mind waking up to this view. Xander is the first to notice her presence as he looks up from his newspaper and gives her a quick glance then focuses on his newspaper again. "Hey you," Xavier looks up from his phone. Cara walks over to sit on the couch where Xander is sitting, shifting a little purposely ensuring she inches close to him. He looks up from his newspaper gives her a weird look which she expects.

“How about you polish something for me next?” I didn’t turn. Didn’t even flinch. But Xaden did. He was in front of me before I could blink, stepping between me and the soldier with the kind of quiet threat that made the air heavy. “Touch her,” Xaden said, calm and deadly, “and you’ll spend the next week learning how to eat without teeth.” The guy backed off, muttering under his breath. Xaden didn’t even look at him again. He turned to me instead, that cold, unreadable look still on his face.

Salesman Vega took of a spear from his storage ring and started channeling mana into it. "The legendary Lightning Tiger Blue Spear, you're taking that out to deal with little old me?" Xasha had reappeared in front of Salesman Vega with a lifeless Storm Caller in his hand. "Boy, what's that strange technique you've been using. I thought you were a wind user. How are you using illusion magic? Is it the result of another one of your magic devices?" "Wouldn't you like to know," Xasha said with a polite smile. "Watch out," DelaPo screamed in exasperation.

he questioned, a smirk in his eyes. Refusing to back down, Xavier declared, "I have observed countless authors who prefer to let their works do the talking." Sensing Xavier's deception, the author asked a thought-provoking inquiry. "And how many authors have you truly observed, my friend?" Xavier fled, a teasing sneer tugging at his lips, caught off a surprise. "That, my friend, is something I am not at liberty to share," he retorted, his tone murky. Undaunted, the author continued his voice with a calm cadence. "How about the readers? Should they keep quiet when they enthusiastically express their thoughts and opinions while discussing their favorite novels with friends?"