Society X Novels & Stories

It is terrible to imagine what the future holds for us. When Memorable bought the ingredients and left the store, he saw that the house two young people were sitting on a bench and arguing with each other. The street debates of young politicians were not hard to hear. This time they were rude to each other. Memorable decided to listen to them. They were talking about society. They wanted to convince each other that they were right: – Can you Express your thoughts about the society? What's it? What is its purpose?

"We organize events, support charitable causes, and generally help each other navigate the complexities of our roles." I nodded, still trying to grasp the full extent of what she was saying. The idea of such a group was foreign to me, but it made sense given the social and business networks Xavier was part of. These women, with their polished appearances and poised manners, were an integral part of that world.

And this strange refreshing feeling of dating someone, not in my usual circle. I had always been cautious about who I slept with—they were always people at the same school or university or doing work in tech or finance. The same usual crowd. So, needless to say, Xavier was refreshingly different. We were on the phone for hours last night, and he told me about his classes in political science. His modeling gigs supported his school fee. He wished to work for an NGO after he graduated. He told me about his dreams to save the world and other life aspirations and that he couldn’t wait to see me again. Oh, how interesting. And how different his life was from mine. He was different from anyone I k

Cash added. “People can’t be taken if they don’t want to be. If he wants to be with Brittany, then he’ll be with Brittany. If not, then that’s that,” I countered. “And you’re just willingly giving up?” Wes asked skeptically. “I'm not giving up on anything. Again, only people who want to be taken will let themselves be taken," I pointed out. “You’ve got guts,” Cash commented as Six and Brittany came back. She looked sad as she walked over to her friends. “So?” Cash asked Six once he’d sat down. “I did what I should’ve done two years ago,” Six replied.

“Maybe she saw how foolish I was, how ignorant I was to plain details, details that ought to have been recorded for decades now. I thought, wishing I could go back into the past and find out what she was talking about. The Xavier Enterprise is no mere organisation, It is a foundation laid on the sweats and suffering of warriors,fighters and men alike. It is a jungle of survivors, victors,men not old wimps on wheelchairs and “I ought to have known that at the very least”, I thought out loud, all the time feeling more stupid than I initially did.

It was a perilous journey, fraught with danger and uncertainty, but we remained undeterred. With each revelation, the puzzle pieces started to fall into place, revealing a chilling truth that sent chills down my spine. Xander's involvement with the underground secret society ran deeper than we had initially imagined. He had been not just a member, but a key figure, entangled in a web of power, influence, and manipulation. The more we learned, the more I realized the gravity of the situation. The consequences of Xander's actions extended far beyond his own life. They had the potential to disrupt the delicate balance of society and endanger the lives of those we held dear.

The large lonely mansion which oozed nothing but affluence did not only house these money making halls but also had rooms above which caged workers who made this money and the bosses who ruled over them. The workers were members of X-habit, a crime conglomerate whose activities were no lesser than running guns, doing drugs and the like. The Big Four: Steven Chase, Baron Sage, Iphan Carter and Kane Richmond bossed over the conglomerate, with Steven as the head, more of a Godfather.

"And I know that she knows where we met." "She does?" Filomena questions, raising an eyebrow and staring at me. "Since you don't remember me, we met in Senegal... when you visited Richard." "Oh, right," X says, pretending to remember. "I apologize for not remembering you." "Alright, I know it was only two days and it was difficult to remember everyone who was part of the organization. But I'm glad that someone there actually cares about helping others." "I only do what Jesus taught us: Love your neighbor as yourself," X says, staring intensely at me. Unbelievable how low he can stoop, loving your neighbor as yourself? Yeah, right...

Even without his powers, his instinct to be the Shield was instant. ​"I’m the Executor," the man said, tapping his cane on the cobblestones. "Silas was a tenant. He rented this reality from us to run his little 'lives.' Since he failed to pay his final installment, the property has reverted to the original owners." ​"The Board," I spat, standing up to face him. ​"The Board was just a name Silas gave to his fear," the Executor replied with a thin, bloodless smile. "We are the Architects. And you, Elowen, are the most expensive piece of equipment we’ve ever manufactured. We’d like it back."

Colza answered briefly. Colza added, "Well, based on my experience with your father, the war won't stop until the society will stop from being harsh too," He stared at him, "Let me ask you," "What is it?" Xavier asked back as he glanced back at his eyes. "Why's the society harsh?" Colza asked. Xavier thought about seconds then gave an answer, "Because of the people?" "Other than the people, where's the root of being harsh?" Colza questioned him again.