Sans X Novels & Stories

she says snapping more pictures with a look of pure glee on her face "Do you think I could sit on one of the lions like thoughs people, so you can get my picture?" "Hahahha Lanna, you do remember why we're here don't you?" Acre asked laughing "Well yes of course but look, it's London guys, it's so exciting" she replies jumping up and down clapping her hands. "So are you enjoying the sights?" a voice asks beside me making me jump "Calm down," he said as I spin to grab his throat and he knocks my hand away "How did you do that?" "Ahhh I can mask my scent, it's a talent I've had since I was a child, it helps me move around freely, I'm who everyone calls the boss but my name is Gregory"

I lift my body quickly, making X open his eyes, curious. — What was it? - question , surprised. — Well, you already got what you wanted, now you can go back to Switzerland, where you belong.- I reply by straightening my hair. I look at him and I stay serious —What? Do you really think I came all this way just to fuck you? - asks X.

“Yes. I won’t do it again.” XXX

“You want to talk to someone,you know share” Summer asked, “No” Scar answered coldly. “You know sharing makes it easier to bear” Summer pressed further. “I don't need a therapist” She answered with emphasis on the word therapist. “Well not really a therapist,but don't you want to know how he is doing,like him selling Atheon out of nowhere maybe you can call him” Summer insisted patiently. “No I won't do that, it's his life he can fuck it anyway”

he told Susan without turning. She swallowed. “We proved PX-5 could expand the sensory cortex by thirty percent in forty-eight hours. But we couldn’t stop it. It keeps climbing until the brain treats reality like a megaphone and tears itself apart.” “Like our friend in the alley,” Bruno muttered. “High-def horror.” Susan nodded once. “They called it ‘Supernatural’ because the venture boys needed a sexy deck. The lab called it PX-5. The men in suits called it Phase. Like it was an operation.”

I didn’t like what I feel because I was already admiring this man whom I didn’t know of and about. I sipped from my sparkling glass again, still without the intent to speak with this stranger. “I never thought I’d see you here again, Xerra,” he said suddenly. In the corner of my eye, I saw him look at me. As the gentle breeze blew, his out of this world unique spicy sent reached to my nostrils. Never had I smelled someone like him. It was kind of… stimulating my senses. Okay, that was weird again.

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He replied. “Then why did you marry Amy Sans five month ago?” He moved more closer to his mike, “Nope. I didn’t marry Amy Sans five months ago. I never married her and never even thought of marrying her.” My phone rang. I looked at screen with annoyance. It is Xavier. I picked up and said hello hurriedly. “What the hell is he doing?” He shouted on the other side. “What I said that he was going to do before.” “Is he serious? That’s not how he answers them.”

Valerie: Morning sunlight spilled across the terrace, warm and soft against my skin as I stepped outside. The breeze carried the faint scent of pine and fresh earth, the quiet hum of the pack grounds far below. Everything felt calmer now, steadier, like the world had finally exhaled after months of choking tension. “Val.” I turned. Xavier stood in the doorway, dressed in a dark shirt with the sleeves rolled to his forearms. His eyes, those steady storm-blue eyes, held something different today. A warmth. A nervousness. A spark I hadn’t seen since the very beginning.

Xavier I was infuriated by her actions, my frustration rising as I watched her casually dismiss Sage’s apology. The air felt tense and heavy, the room filled with the sound of our heated argument. The scent of frustration and misunderstanding lingered in the air, adding to the growing tension. Renna, as the Luna of our pack, should know better. I longed for her to see beyond her constant suspicion, to realise that Saga was nothing more than a dear friend to me. If only she could truly understand.