Sans X Sans Novels & Stories

Xavier asked Sarah with a shocked expression after a few minutes of silence. "Isn't it obvious? I don't loathe you, but I detest you. If I had the power to make people vanish by just snapping my fingers, then just know that you would already vanish from the surface of the earth," Sarah said to Xavier, her voice filled with anger and hatred. Meanwhile, she still maintained a smiling face, something that still left Xavier astonished. Despite how angry she was, she still managed to conceal it with her smiling face.

Jason relaxes sniffing in fresh air, "It's about xyla" Nadir rolls her eyes sarcastically, "Don't bring up the fabric thingy" "No it's not about that it's totally different but more intense"

Me: Alright, send me a name or I’m just going to call out the first one that comes to mind. Typing bubbles. Gone. Silence. Then finally. SpectatorX: You really don’t have to do it. I grit my teeth. Me: Yeah, I do. You bought it. You get what you paid for. More silence. Then it lands: SpectatorX: Xavier. I whisper it once, slow. Xavier. Letting it roll around my tongue, savoring it like chocolate melting in my mouth. It feels real, heavy. Dangerous. I can’t stop the grin that curls. I type back: Sexy. I like it.

which is shown as a few underscores ( _ _ _ ). SG- we have a job for you, but things are changing Sphinx- I’ll do the job but what’s changing? SG- this jobs’ special, we need a face to face—no records Sphinx- I can’t, these chats are encrypted by me, do you no longer trust me SG- we do but this one needs no leads to us especially Sphinx- who would I have to meet SG- only me and my two most trusted. I understand your need for your identity to remain anonymous.

Lorenzo: The room smelled of aged whiskey and gun oil, the faintest scent of iron still lingering from the last time one of my men had been careless. Annalise sat across from me, one leg crossed over the other, swirling the glass in her hand like she was trying to drown her nerves in amber. “She’s broken,” she said finally, voice low. “And Xavier’s breaking with her. You should be pleased. Isn’t this what you wanted? You can stand taller now. You need to drown yourself in drinks. Mind you, you don’t even need to keep roaming around her.”

Her heart raced with each calculation; each scenario spun her imagination faster. Her phone buzzed with a text from Ishtiyaq: “Stay away from her. I mean it. I don’t care if you want him. Don’t you dare touch her.” Sana smirked, biting her lower lip. “Relax, darling. We’ll see who wins.”

Which of course he eats up, and gives his thanks with a big sloppy lick. I made it to the dealership, and after looking around for a while, I found the one I wanted, a 2017 Ford Escape. Unfortunately, I don't quite have enough money just yet. And I learned that having no credit is just as bad as having bad credit. No one wants to give you a loan when you don't have any credit, but you need credit to get it. It's the same as when I tried to get a job. No one wanted to hire you without an address, yet I needed a job to get one.

But I was frozen just what the fuck could I say to that even his words could put me in a state of sexual amazement. “I am… It’s just that…I don’t know how to say this.” That is an understatement how does one tell a man who just blew your mind without taking anything for his self that your scared his dick might be too big. I grew quiet, bowing my head unable to think of a way to explain without the conversation ending in complete embarrassment. It’s not like I was a virgin or anything but I sure as hell wasn’t prepared anything of his gargantuan size.

Xander is a devil who I can't kill, but only watch him do whatever he likes to me. Fuck!... I wish I could find someone to kill him.

he said to me as he tossed an envelope on the table in front of me, it spilled with lots of money inside. "With all due respect sir, Enzo is not paying me for the relationship we have and what is between Enzo and I is very real, not transactional." I said to him, feeling quite pissed off already. He then snapped his head to me in an instant, yanking my hair back in the chair I was still sitting in, as I winced at the pain. His eyes were far different from Enzo, his eyes held nothing but death, like everything around him died.