Sans X Papyrus Novels & Stories

I have a strong feeling my life is once again going to turn into an unhinged drama. XAVIER’S P.O.V I sat across the table facing Alpha Xander. A prideful look on his face as he sipped the wine in the glass. “American garbage as usual,” he said as he looked at the wine glass like it was expired milk he sipped. I kept on a plain face as I looked at him.

Man from the other side speak. And the rage started boiling.. "What do you want Mr. Xavier?? You are no more a shareholder here" Nicholas said coldly.. "I have a better thing than your shares Nicholas.. You know that"xavier laughed.. And suddenly a file popped up in his laptop and he opened.. "Thank you for leaving her Nick.. I got my treasure back... " He said.. And Nicholas kept looking at the photo... Naomi's is laying on a white sheet naked!!, ... Her fair skin is shining due to the sun ray .... Xavier is on top of her kissing her lips .. Her eyes closed, most probably sleeping...

And that part of him that his family said was disgusting came alive instantly. His throat and lips suddenly dried up, and for a moment, he was worried he couldn't breathe. “Hey,” Xavier cooed, nudging the man slightly, and it drew Stephen from the haze he was drowning. “I am sorry,” Stephen apologized once he found his voice, feeling completely mortified for making a fool of himself. His velvety voice washed over Xavier, making the Playboy shudder. It was no secret that Xavier played for both teams, but he has never had a man affect him the way the sexy stranger was doing.

" Xander asked him and starts checking the file again but he keeps quiet. "Max if you come here to show me silent performance then get out right now. I don't have for this nonsense. You already know I am in bad mood" Xavier told him. "Sir, they works are preparing the file from the beginning. They want to show the sample of the new file" Max said to him nervously. "Where is it?" Xavier asked. Max gave him a file. Xavier took the file and started checking. "No. There is a lack in the production section. Told them I want a perfect file" Xavier said.

Xander adjusted the silver-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, lit a cigarette and said, "You can scram now." "What kind of person chases a brother away without even giving them a drink after helping them out?" Shawn then sat on a sofa and said, "I'm not leaving today without that drink." Xander said, "Please pour a drink for Mr. Cooper, Susanna." "Does Mr. Cooper really need a drink? He doesn't look parched at all," replied Susanna in an unfriendly tone.

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?”

Raphael only moaned louder, clawing down Xavier’s back with his nails, blood mixing with sweat, with want, with vengeance. When Xavier finally freed his pulsing c*ck and pressed it to Raphael’s entrance, he paused for a second. "Tell me," he ordered, his voice was rough, barely holding back. "Say it. Give me your fucking consent." Raphael’s eyes locked with his. Hands slipped on Xavier’s neck, wild and shining. "Do it. Ruin me, dear brother." The first thrust was brutal, without prepping. "AGH-HHH…" Raphael screamed. As blod coated Xavier’s cck, the realization hit Xavier.

I was lost in thought and wondered why he was just telling me about the whole plan of seeing his parents. I wonder how soon the wedding will be. I sat there battling with my fears and anxiety. Xavier cleared his throat and broke the silence. “Sooooo” he dragged, leaning forward, hands resting on the table. “Who is Sydney Poe as a person?” I roll my eyes. “Well your PA….turning wife soon” He smiles—the type that you do when trying to control a full-blown laughter. “Aside from being my PA of course” He adds, trying to resist a chuckle.

Valerie: Steam curled from the marble tub, fogging the mirrors and softening the edges of the room. The scent of sandalwood drifted through the air, one of his, not mine. At this point I didn't even have it in me to try and choose the scent. I sat inside the tub, watching as Xavier poured in more soap to the hot water. His sleeves were rolled up, the veins in his forearms catching the light. For once, there was no command in his movements, no arrogance. Just silence. He ran his finger over my cheek, right where there was a scratch. The Rogues have left their mark. But then again, of course they did.

He grimaced, "A man knows when to count his loss and sit back." "So you don't have anything that is in it for you, in all this?" The distrust in Xavier's eyes made him almost chuckle. The guy seriously had trust issues but you couldn't be coy and trusting if you were a gladiator in the business world and amass wealth as he did. "Who said I didn't have anything in it for me?" Xavier rolled his eyes and brought out his checkbook, tear out a leaflet, signed, and handed him a pen to write whatever amount he wanted.