Sans X Novels & Stories

he said and averted his eyes. I just ignored that and looked for clothes again. This is one of my favorites whenever I have a mission. We don't have to go shopping anymore because this building has its own clothes storage. Some of them are imported and have not yet come out on the market. Others are very expensive but are free here in the corporation when you have a mission. I’m holding the blue blazzer when my eyes almost pop out at the price. Its cost millions! But because I have a mission it's just free.

The sweet scent of mortals in their prime as they entertain their exuberance. It has always been his pleasure. What better way to live in a world where his kind are called monsters. He leaves the women and goes to the bar where Bryan is on duty. Bryan serves his boss a glass of bourbon. No need to ask, he knows his boss after all. “I didn’t see you guys today,” Marcel’s French accent annoys the sphinx. “I almost forgot that you are still alive, Smeagle” Samuel mocks him. Marcel sniffs into the air and spits.

"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."

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.

“ Be outspoken. This office is soundproof anyway.” “I know that,” Morgan snarled at her. “Anyway, It’s Rude.” “Rude? Who’s rude?” Sandra asked, perplexed. “The rude waiter...” Morgan said reluctantly. It took a brief moment for Sandra to realize. “The hottie? Oh my gosh, how cool did he fight them off?” Sandra asked, childishly. “Don’t make it sound like that. I hated and still hate the encounter,” Morgan pointed out but Sandra ignored her.

I said and left the room, I sighed in relief immediately I left. It is weird being in love, it is my first time as well as Xander's but why does the situation have to be complicated. I wish my life is without complication for once! ****** Brad smirk as Debris picture was suggested as the face of his company, he had a successful business meeting with Xander Knox and he plans on staying in the country for a while. "Is she the best?" He asked his assistant. "Yes, she gained lots of popularity after a scandal with her ex new fiancee," the assistant replied and searched for the video on his pad.

“Xena, could I have my phone back?” Xena turned away and held it out to her without a word. She didn’t even thank Sasha.

He holds her gaze. “Angry,” he says. A beat. Then, “For you.” She doesn’t say anything to that, just looks down at her own hands for a second, and he lets the silence sit there, unforced, until she finally exhales and nods. ~ Down in the war room an hour later, Marcus delivers what little the operative gave up before he stopped talking entirely as David listens silently. “No address,” Marcus tells him. “No name. Nothing we can actually use. Just this.”

“Please… give me one more chance.” He pounded against the glass. “The Ferguson Group may be in trouble, but I can still save it. As long as you forgive me, I will return everything that belongs to you. I will make it up to you. We can go back to the way things were before.” Samuel looked at Ethan indifferently, his voice ice cold. “Mr. Ferguson, my sister did not come here to hear your apology.” Ethan turned toward Samuel, panic filling his eyes. “I know you hate me. I hate myself too.

Her eyes were filled with nothing but sadness. “I’m not sure but we’ll loss nothing if we observe precautions.” I faced Xyrus. “Xyrus, are you sure that you’re a Harrison? There is no XH in my list, only XY,” I asked in askance. He was taken aback with what I said and it took him some time before responding. There is also no SC and SH among us. Am I wrong? Is the hint just mere speculations? “Yes, I am a Harrison,” he replied firmly. The firmness in his reply just made me doubt him more.