Sans X Novels & Stories

I saw my team’s face turned pale. I heaved a sigh. "I'm sorry, Ma'am. I'm not with myself this week." I admitted. I immediately browse the summary plan of the presentation. "I get their point in this plan. It's good. But maybe instead of me, why not we get Ms. Sheena and instead of 'So in love' we change the copy to 'Made for love' since Ms. Sheena is the designer of Inarez Bag and Mr. Gavin is the owner of Inarez."

he said again but all he got was a buzz. "Smith, where....." a voice came live from the walkie talkie but was cut short with the buzz sound again. "Major Mark do you copy" he said into the talkie again, he's getting impatient. "I'm out" Austin said switching his SCAR riffle to his GP100 .357 revolver and put a big hole in the head of a female infected . "What's going on Smith?" I asked out of frustration. "The signal is weak" he replied trying to connect Major Mark again.

He is truly living up to his billionaire reputation. Santino takes out his sleek phone from the pocket of his black dress pants and dials the number. The phone rings and my brother doesn’t pick up. I shiver when Maximo’s passes me a teasing stare that has a threatening edge to it. Santino only groans before he dials it again. It rings for some time, I worry he isn’t going to pick up. I stick my thumb in my mouth and slowly chew the nail. Maximo tilts his head as he stares at me with those cold, icy gray eyes. I avoid his gaze entirely, and he laughs.

I lit a fat cigar and inhaled it, closing my eyes. “Damien, I swear I did everything. I contacted the media and I gave them everything. I don't know how she washed it out. I don't know how she found out about the money we were moving. I promise I did everyt……” I cut in. “Shut up, Chevy. You talk too damn much. I want results. I don't need your silly excuses.” I opened my eyes and watched as cold sweats poured down his face. “Do you know what I hate more than incompetence?”

“You should be scared, Marquess. After all, you know I can destroy you no matter what your rank is.” Santi went quiet and mumbled back. “I know.” “Good.” Xanthe could feel the tension. No wonder Isis was always fooling around with the Marquess, when he gets serious like this, he’s scary. So Xanthe broke the ice. “So…” She said with a smile. “Are we buying a fridge at the mall? What kind?” Santi answered. “The most expensive one.” She grimaced and smiled, why was she not surprised?

“We don't have to call him.” She clicked the contact information. There was an encrypted messaging address and a phone number. Emma's eyes widened. “Oh, we're definitely calling him.” “No,” Naomi said. Everyone looked at her. “We message him.” Leonard nodded. “She's right.” Emma looked offended. “Why?” “Because if we're pretending to buy illegal gas, we probably shouldn't sound like three doctors who have never bought anything more dangerous than ibuprofen.” Sofia typed. Hello. I'm interested in purchasing one tank of Thanox.

Jane duly notified us with what they are calling the bag. What the fuck? I cursed deep inside of me. Xavier and I shared a look and it was obvious that we are about to burst into laughter but we both chose to stay calm. I don’t think what they call their bags doesn’t matter anyway, it’s just a bag of flour and after this, we’ll eventually return it to Mrs. Harding. “Okay.” “Their name’s Sasha, by the way.” “Okay, Sasha. Let’s give you a face.” Watching Xavier in this newly bright version was just a delight. I don’t feel any sort of hate or fear and I guess that’s a good thing. “Do you have any Sharpie with you?”

Vince whispered, his head bowed in shame. Once Vince departed, Xavier’s phone chimed. It was another batch of photos from Xander, accompanied by a frantic, self-righteous voice note: "Xavier, look at what she’s doing! I thought she was just high-spirited, but this... this is a disgrace to the family name..." Xavier didn't listen to the end. With a sudden, violent motion, he hurled the phone against the stone pillar of the gates. The screen shattered into a thousand jagged pieces, a reflection of his current state of mind.

It's a surprise I'm not jumping at it, but my mind is nowhere near doing that. "I'm not in the mood, Heather. " I grumble and she furrows her brows, taking steps back with her arms folded against her chest. "Are you serious right now? Sinclair Leovough is saying no to free sex? Well, that's a first. " She chuckles and I snicker, pushing at her to move to the couch. "You're serious?! You're rejecting me?" She trails behind me, standing before me with raised brows. "It's not so shocking. Stop overreacting. " I groan and she shakes her head with a laugh, holding up a finger, saying, "Oh, it certainly is. You never reject me, Sinclair. And I think I know the reason. "

“He will be allowed to see our kids twice a year. But it'll have to be in the day time, in our house and with both of us present. If he ever tries anything wrong, I'll never let him near our kids again.” Not surprisingly, that makes me smile, “I’m okay with that.” “Besides,” I add, “twice a year is the exact number of times I think I can stand his horrible cologne.” Xander chuckles then laughs, “It’s called Sovereign.” “It’s horrible.” I add and wrinkle my nose. "I like yours better.” “Oh yeah? What’s mine?” he asks, amused. "I don't know," I say without thinking. "But I know I love it on you."