Sans X Fell Novels & Stories

Unlike his character, he actually gave a lot of explanation today. Maybe, I am over thinking like Lillian said. Any man would be in lot of pressure when they see their company they built falling apart. I don’t seriousness of the issue, but there is a lot more than what they are saying. Even Sasha said that Xavier has not attended her calls for past two days. She said that something is bothering him very much. Xavier is a strong man, stronger than Alexander. He won’t easily troubled by his company issues unless it is going to bankrupt. I can’t see that happening.

<><><><><><> . And again that nonsense of Xavier, he didn’t pick Sia’s phone call. It’s the time of him executing their final plan but Xavier, he was refused to contact with him. Sia drove to his room and to her dismay he was not there, she stomped her foot on ground in anger. “What the fuck is your problem, Xavier?” she hissed, her voice trembling with rage. "There’s Rican and Alessa fucking each other like animals, and all I can hear are their moans and screams! Meanwhile, you're standing here like a fucking stick. Do something!"

Shawn glared icily at him. “This isn't some iconic show, Xane. There's absolutely no reason to put up a show. Just go ahead and spill whatever the hell it is that you wanted to say.” “Shhhh!” Justin Xane hissed. “It's my territory. I do whatever the hell I want.” “Yeah, but hitting Serenity isn't one of them!” Shawn hollered back. Justin Xane in return grabbed my hair once more, tighter this time. I bit my lips to suppress the pained groan about to escape them.

Xavier sounded pissed. Short of words, Savannah sniffed, got out of bed and headed to the bathroom. Xavier got his pants on and scrolled through his phone with no exact thing to do. He hated getting into any form of argument with Savannah, mostly because she is quite emotional and gets affected by hurtful words despite the stiff facade she puts on.

“I don't care about the T&N company, Nessa. I'm worth more than that piece of trash company” “Huh”. Vanessa didn't understand Xavier. ‘If he didn't care about the T&N company, then why did he help them fix the virus problem?’. She wondered. And because she could not figure out the answer herself, she asked him, “If you don't care about the T&N company, then why did you fix the virus problem for them?”. Xavier smirked and chuckled. His chuckling was so scary that Vanessa felt goosebumps. Xavier’s eyes were piercing as he said, “Of course, I ought to fix the virus problem for them”.

– S Xavier’s chest heaved. “Who the hell is ‘S’? And why now?” “I don’t know who it is,” Arielle whispered. “But they want everything ruined.” Xavier turned toward the door. “Then let’s ruin them first.” At the Santoro Mansion… Mr. Santoro slammed his glass against the fireplace mantle. The sound of shattering crystal echoed through the room. “Who leaked that footage?” he growled. His assistant trembled. “W-We’re not sure. It came from an untraceable account. The message said more will follow if Xavier doesn’t end things with the girl.”

Instead, he focuses on the task at hand and tries to prepare himself mentally for the launch. As the plane lands in City D, Xander feels so nervous. He knows that the launch is a big deal, and he wants to make sure that everything goes smoothly. But as he steps off the plane and makes his way towards the baggage claim, he can't help but feel sad he isn't with Susan. He wishes he could hold her hands right now. Immediately, he calls her but no response, did again but no response. He is left worrying. Is she okay? Could it be that she was not with her phone? Or did anything happen to her? Why is she not not picking up for crying out loud? He is lost in his own thought.

She feels the tension even if she doesn’t understand all of it. I know I fucked up with Xander. I know how bad it looks. I still don’t care. I won’t let anyone disrespect her. Not him. Not anyone. My phone vibrates inside my jacket. I leave it there. Marco’s phone buzzes right after. He checks it, his jaw tightening. “And so it starts,” he mutters. “What?” He turns the screen toward me. The video is shaky. Grainy. Still clear enough. Me. My fist. Xander Chen. The Gala of Hearts. The Éclat Magazine watermark sits in the corner like a warning.

Big ugly sobs wrack my body . “This can’t be fucking happening again.” I cry as I throw my phone across the room, angry and sad at the injustice of it all. Xander I stand under the hot spray until I feel all the tension and exhaustion of the last few days slowing drain out of me. I wrap a towel around my waist and grab another to dry my hair. I dip my head and vigorously rub my wet hair as I enter the room. I drop the towel I’m using to dry my hair onto the bed and nearly fall over myself when I realise I am not alone. There spread out on the centre of my bed wearing absolutely nothing is my ex Amelia.

"Listen here, little gold di—" "Shut up! Don't you dare finish that sentence!" Xavier gets up abruptly from his seat causing it to scrape against the tile. His fist and jaw clench and unclench as if he's trying to calm himself. "We're together and that's that; there's nothing you can do to change it. You have nothing over—" "Of course—" "Well, tell them. Be my guest because that's what you are, nothing more." A smirk quickly replaces his anger. "So go on Ms. Sosa. Be. My. Guest."