Vessel X Reader Novels & Stories

“V City is also close to X City and it’s only an hour away by boat. And you can visit them every week.” “Let them take shelter for some time. After Evan and Tina get married. He will probably forget it and won’t disturb you.” Pausing for a while, Kester continued, “Ora still has not been exposed. You don’t need to worry about her. Just let her stay by your side!” Hearing that, I looked at him with some hesitation. X City and V City were separated only by sea. Although V City was small, it was the only city in the country where gambling was allowed. And the Helsen family was one of the top three gambling tycoons in V City.

It brooded. Jet-black, sharp-angled, waxed to within an inch of its life. The deck was slatted in honey-colored wood and lit like a designer spa commercial. It didn’t look like it was meant to float. It looked like it was supposed to rise from the depths and eat the rest of the fleet. I caught the silver lettering across the hull. Vidr. I slowed, already bracing myself. “Vidr? What even is that? Sounds like a sleep aid.”

My breath hitched. There, in bold print, was a clear photo: Xavier leaning in, kissing the cheek of a woman inside a car. WHO IS THAT WOMAN TO XAVIER CROSS? the headline screamed. The cup trembled in my hand, coffee rippling close to the edge.

This time, pissed at everything. In the distance, I see the ship Xander's on. I can already sense him there, quicker, because of the mind-link connection, and the one of the Werewolves, "there," he says with an unfazed tone, talking through the link and my eyes fixate on it.

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.

Every moment he wasted locating Reader was another moment in which neither of them were safe. They had to board before their level was sealed shut. "Reader!" Guard fought against his form's thick fingers to try to navigate the terminal which showed the location of every living entity in Records. Xuhelion were known for their stamina in battle, not for their dexterity. If he only had a little more time... "Guard?" Reader was far enough into Records for his voice to be a whisper in Guard's mind. Focusing on him allowed Guard to determine he was still on the floor with the most sacred of texts---and he had been reading as usual. No sense of urgency existed in his voice.

It's been long since I felt such heat burning in me, the last time Xavier fucked me, I didn't feel it. You know what, I think Vanessa was right when she said Xender looks more romantic. That's absolutely right. Xender might be innocent in the face, the saint peter of ages, but trust me, he is a badass when it comes to sex and he doesn't know any shit about innocence.

A bright yellow beam fired into the side of the thing and it immediately turned and rushed at me. “Here we go....” the harbinger started flying towards me and I opened fire, shredding it before it could reach. “Yeah, definitely not a VTOL, this is way cooler” Others noticed their fallen counterpart and started rushing to the ship. “Uh, X? You done yet?” X was by the side, brows furrowed in concentration. “Ko’vren? What else do we have here? I looked at the holographic screen and saw something suspiciously similar to a Railgun. I tapped it and a 3D model attached to my arm. I saw the 'arm' of the Railgun outside the ship. “Okay....let’s see what you can do.” Ko'vren locked on to a bunch of t

But the asset had started to talk to him. Not about the Family, or the threats, or the Don's cruel machade. She spoke of her sketches, the smell of the sea, and the books she loved. ​"Do you ever read, Xavier?" she asked one afternoon, curled on the window seat with a tattered copy of a book of poetry. ​He kept his gaze fixed on the double doors. "Yes, Ma'am. Technical manuals, Operational reports, Satellite telemetry." ​Alessia laughed a bright, warm, entirely unexpected sound that made something inside Xavier's chest hitch.

They were disappointed by the unexpected turn of events, and their desires remained unsatisfied. A crewman approached Xavier, gently extending a book that the mysterious author had borrowed the night before. Xavier's interest was immediately sparked as he opened the book, his gaze drawn directly to a marked page that held a surprise. As his gaze settled on the paper, Xavier was overcome with awe. At the very beginning of the specified page, there was a note written by the enigmatic author himself. It was a private message, intended just for Xavier, a reader who adored the author's work.