Sans X Sans Novels & Stories

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.

Every thought of safety while driving flew out the window, not like I ever cared about that. Anyway, stylist, go get Bvlgari I am the ultimate Svengali You, you bitches can't even spell that You, you hoes bugging, repel that Let me tell you this, sister I am, I am colder than a blister 'Cause my flow's so sick, and I'm a lunatic I sang along my head bobbing as the beat got harder, Nicki Minaj knew the right song to sing I mean she's such a cool woman the real deal.

Chapter 83 Sansa's Pov Xavier took advantage of my frailty as darkness engulfed my awareness. He delighted in my anguish, gaining energy from my anguish and loving the satisfaction of fully destroying me. My fists clenched, my teary eyes betraying the sorrow within. "Have I offended you in any way?" he appeared in front of me in an instant, wearing his T-shirt and sporting a nasty grin. "How on earth could you?" I burst into rage, my fingers fiercely grabbing his collar.

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Anxiety surged within me, and I curled up, pulling my knees to my chest, burying my face in them as my body trembled uncontrollably. The anxiety attack intensified, making it hard to breathe. My face turned red, and I gasped for air, desperate to find relief. Yet they continued laughing and making cruel jokes, shattering my self-esteem even further. Just as I was about to give in and let the attack consume me, I heard a throat clearing. Despite the chaos, it cut through the noise, and everyone looked up. "Fuck, it's Slim," someone mumbled, and Hayden leaned against the doorway, his imposing figure towering over them.

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?”

“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.

As his air supply lowered and his chest began to burn tightly, Xzavier’s fight or flight kicked in as he began to kick and scratch at his girlfriend in an attempt to free his windpipe. “W-why?” Xzavier raspily choked out as he changed his defense plan and was now frantically searching his nightstand for everything and anything that would cease the sudden attack. His heart sank when his girlfriend did nothing but squeeze harder as a wicked and sly smile slid onto her face. Xzavier, who was now seeing stars, finally got his hand around the glass of water he always left on his nightstand at night. With his freehand and all the force he could muster into his increasingly weakening muscles, Xzavi

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.