Spy X Family Christmas Romane & Geschichten

"Even with Sophie's rules? Even with your ex-wife watching? Even with everyone knowing?" "Especially with all of that. Because it means we're real. Not hiding. Not pretending." He brought my hand to his lips and kissed it softly. "I want this, Maya. I want you. All the complications included." "I want you too." We sat there holding hands in the dark living room, the movie playing to an audience of two, the Christmas tree lights twinkling. This wasn't how I'd imagined my Christmas. Falling for my best friend's father. Navigating family drama. Sharing him with his ex-wife.

"Come on dad and mom are really excited to see you." Selena lead us to the other side of the room, exchanging broad smiles, here and there until we finally got to an old couple. "Xavy." The lady spoke first, letting out a thrilled squeal before pulling Xavier into a bone crashing hug. 'Hello there Mrs cutter." Xavier chuckles lightly in return. He then turn to the man next to Mrs Cutter after been released. Both gentleman doing a shoulder bump. Am identical grin splashed on their faces. I can't still believe I just referred to Xavier as a gentleman. I must be really loosing it.

"But anyway, could you tell mom that I'll be staying over at Christina's house today." My eyebrows raised up. I remembered that in this timeline, Xavier was able to find his mate on the day of his birthday. Christina was one of the newcomers who moved here a few months ago. Ever since then, they were inseparable. Except for the times where Christina's dad wants to challenge Xavier in order for them to stay together. Obviously, Christina's dad has no say but Xavier does not mind at all. He wanted Christina's family to like him and if it meant doing crazy challenges with her dad then so be it.

Alpha Xavier's POV I smirked in satisfaction as I watched the man in front of me grunting in agony as the hot blazing rod was placed on his back, searing his skin with blood sizzling out. His wife and two children were all tied to a chair each, gagged as they stared at their tortured father. No one dares challenge me and get away with it; I'm the devil himself, the most powerful. This man tried running away from this pack with his family. The punishment for that is always death. "Dad, why don't you just let me skin him alive instead!" My son, Xander, who seemed to have been lost in thought all this time, finally spoke out with a frown.

By the time Yves Golding got home, it was already midnight. I was lying in bed, staring at a photo of him and Melissa Lane. His abs showed faintly beneath his red Santa suit as she leaned against them, eyes shyly closed. Their colleagues had left comments below the post, saying that they were a perfect match and that Yves was quite bold. Melissa commented, "You guys, stop making things up. Mr. Golding was just being kind by keeping a lonely soul like me company for Christmas!"

When she steps back, I notice how much Tyler resembles her — same eyes, same smile — only hers carries softness where his holds restraint. Mr. Walker soon joins us, wearing an apron and a proud grin. “Come in! Dinner’s almost ready!” The living room glows under soft lights. Family photos fill the peach-colored walls — moments frozen in time. Tyler as a kid, laughing. Tyler as a teen, awkwardly tall and bright-eyed. I can’t help but wonder when that smile faded. We sit, and conversation flows. They’re easy people — welcoming, warm. For once, I feel the ghost of belonging.

No wonder the Xander family, powerful as they were, never managed to find the black box back then. It had been wrapped in signal-blocking fabric, sealed inside an iron box, and buried in a place no one would ever think to look. Chris’s cold fingertips brushed the orange casing. His voice was hoarse. “Take it and have the data recovered.” * The first thing Winter did after waking up was call Zion over. Seeing how calm she looked now, Zion still couldn’t forget how close she had come to breaking down at the Scott family’s old house. He frowned, his chest tightening.