Sans X Chara Novels & Stories

There was a dragon tattooed down his whole back. Looked so lifelike. I was half expecting it to start moving. My eyes trailed further down to his lower back, where the letters S.I.X were inscribed. So wait six isn't actually a number, but an acronym? He turned slightly, enough for me to get a view of his front, but not for him to see me standing there.

Xana leans forward and quickly presses the receiver button allowing her to make the next call, again it is answered within three rings, “Sora. Return to the Den.” “Right away, Your Highness.” Again Xana quickly presses the receiver button and makes her last call. This one, however, took longer to answer, she was just about to end the call and try again when his arrogant voice came over the line, “I’m busy…” “BLADE!”

Charles glanced at the girl before him, she looked so scared that he couldn't help but chuckle. Sasha's brows furrowed. Charles walked closer to Sasha "Let me introduce myself properly. Am Charles xor" he said in a hoarse tone extending his hand for a shake. Sasha glanced at his hand and shook him. "Sasha Sen" "Wife of Phoenix Sen?" he asked. She nodded He smiled and that somehow made her feel relieved "I'll love to meet your husband again," he said and walked back to Silvia

Saxon so excited, he started laughing out loud and jumped off the disk and into the crash of Black Rhinos, laughing all the way. "Show off," Xasha was annoyed at his father, he decided to take him down a peg. He waved his hand and erected wind walls along the ground, separating the Rhinos from each and making it so that they couldn't turn around. This made it easier for Saxon to kill them.

Here she is thinking he is no longer an ass, it turns out he just can't help it. "Wait for pictures," Xavier yells as he holds out his iPhone. "I don't do pictures." Xander dismisses. "Just one," Xavier insists, making the pair move closer for a picture. "Okay, let's go now," Xander says. "Have fun," Cassie yells. "Oh, I will," Cara mutters to herself. ~~~

Chapter 35 Sansa's POV Extending a piece of bread towards Ray, Xavier tried to bridge the chasm that had formed between them, invoking their shared past. "Don't be shy. We were cousins, best friends. Remember?" Xavier's voice held a touch of longing, a flicker of hope for rekindling their once-close bond. Ray remained silent, his gaze fixed on the table, avoiding Xavier's pleading eyes. The weight of their fractured relationship hung in the air, an unspoken barrier that seemed insurmountable.

Andrea hummed, “You’re pretty calm, Charlie. Aren’t you scared? We’re in the hospital again.” Charlotte shook her head. “His Highness visited me earlier and told me that if I get excited, the big brothers in white will take me away. The pain and weakness are a curse that will go away in time, so I just need to make sure I won’t get too wild. I can’t jump around like a rabbit or run around like a dog. But I can smile like a bobcat at Mommy, so I will!” There went the big grin of happiness.

I tried my best to not get affected by his unique scent that stirred my senses, which seemed to zero in right in the centermost of my body. I know I can’t deny this physical attraction I have for him but I want to keep it for myself. “You’re going to have trouble doing it because your aura is more positive than negative, Xerra,” the strange being said. “Most Aryans, with the right teachers, can do what I can. It’s because Aryans naturally have more negative than positive energy,” he logically added.

Or maybe it was just him. Xavier cleared his throat as he sat, ignoring the jab and acting like he didn’t hear a word. He interlocked his fingers and raised his head to look at Horacio. He silently wished to punch that smug smile off the man’s face but then again, Xavier was a man of sound reasoning and although he knew he could do whatever the fuck pleases him in that moment, he wouldn’t hurt Horacio. “Good afternoon to you too, Dr. Horacio,” Xavier said, not bothering to sound polite as he felt the man didn’t deserve it, sarcasm dripping off his tone.

POV: Heather “I’m sorry Xan, I didn’t know you had other plans for the night,” I let out sarcastically, moving to leave his arms. But he held me back, holding me firmly in place to stop me from moving. He still had his eyes on me, and by this time he couldn’t glare anymore. The anger seems to have disappeared from his face and he’s staring at me in a way that made me feel special.