Winx Club Male Characters Novels & Stories

Me: "Ok, it sounds good, but what do I have to do to win this role?" Father: "From the general description in the paper and the website, they need young studs of about your age to prance around in skimpy costumes as if they were fighters on a future earth that was no longer used to 'real men'. You end up in these ceremonial costumes the atomic war survivors give you, which show off your physique and your 'gifts' down below. As a result, the producers insist on actors who will be built like Mr. Universe, but also with 'units' of epic proportion. Now, if this sounds 'doable' we would have to immediately go to work on changing your physique from good to incredible. About the 'unit', I don't thi

Majority are just standing there staring at the two dead guys, and wondering what the fuck happened. Wisp rushes over to me, her hazel eyes glassy, lips thinned. Her short denim skirt barely covers her pussy. The busty leather thing she has covering her tits is no better. Storm and Texas are going to turn her hide. We might be an all sexist club but the guys who have claimed one of our own, whether temporarily or permanent take their commitments very fucking seriously. And there's no doubt that Texas isn't going to let her slide this one out with a few fucks. We don't mind the girls dressing in skimpy shit around the Clubhouse. In public we mind, we’re territorial motherfuckers and have kill

Outside the hotel, a dozen cars blocked the entire entrance to the bar, with a black luxurious car stopping in the middle. The car door opened and a man in a black suit walked out. The man seemed to be in his forties and had a cross-shaped scar on his cheek. It was the Winged Tiger, Xander Long. By his sides were two of his most trusted men, and behind him were forty men standing viciously with weapons in their hands. At the same time, Leon, Louisa, Mason, and his men swarmed out of the bar. The two groups reached a standstill.

“Worthless information. His sole motive was to flaunt the newspaper headline proclaiming him the next Clarence Darrow,” “Ah, so now he’s an egotistical, lying, cheating, self-centered, horny pig,” Karen finished her drink, went to the bar refilled her glass, and fixed one for Rachel. “Add to that his reaction when he found out Alex had spent the night, and what we have is a pissed-off, egotistical, lying, cheating, self-centered, horny pig!” “Who happens to be prosecuting your case,” Karen said. “Which makes him a very dangerous, pissed-off, egotistical lying, cheating, self-centered, horny pig. What it doesn’t make him is a guy still in love with me. What it makes him is a total schmuck!”

Griffin began as he jumped off his car , "If you don't have a crush on Sirius, I guess you wouldn't mind if I tell you, Sirius is making out with a male omega in the changing room." Hailey's mind stopped working for awhile. A male omega? June is a male omega. "Ju-june Weng?" She whispered to herself. "Oh so that's his name!" Griffin exclaimed. Hailey narrowed her eyes at Griffin, "Why do you ask?" Griffin shrugged,"That June Weng has got Sirius wrapped around his little fingers, I don't mind being the other one wrapped around his other little hand." What is so special about him? Hailey wondered as she threw on last glare at Griffin and stormed towards the changing room only to find it locked

"I got you." Joan didn't want me to quit working at the club, but that hustling was just not for me. At some point in my life, I knew I would look back and ask myself, "What the hell was I thinking?" Tucked away on the thirtieth floor of a skyscraper, Secre X was a private and exclusive members-only gentlemen's club, where only elite businessmen—mostly married and bored—were admitted. It had no more than about thirty members and each member rented their own booth. Scott made loads from those guys.

They have chiseled jaws enough to cut anyone and are good-looking with bodies that are lean but muscular. He smiled at me charmingly and I was taken back " Hi, Aurora, my name is Alexander Stormcold, you can call me Xander," The others introduced themselves, the woman's name was Gabi Molaros and the other male was Michigan Molaros, the beta of the blood moon pack.

Surrounded by 4 other guys who escorted me here, and in front of him stood the owner of Fight Club where I work as a fighter. "Welcome! Xavier, right?" The big boss gestured to me to take a drink which I denied. The fact he knows my name doesn't fancy me, obviously, he must have known my data. "And I'm still wondering who you could be?" I mused, causing the owner of the club's eyes to shoot out of his sockets. The man laughed, before introducing himself. "I'm Kyle. The right-hand man of the Kings." Okay. That explains all this black clothing and shady acts. Kings are the most dangerous gang who almost runs more than 3 halves of the city. Nobody dares to cross them or ends up losing their liv

The hatred would be there while I watched him do whatever he liked with anyone he wanted to do with. Xander is the son of Alpha Xavier, and there was just no difference in cruelty. They were both so heartless and powerful. I could tell Xander would be more gruesome than his father the moment he became the Alpha. My name is Hutton. I am the Alpha Prince of the Blue Moon Pack, one of the most powerful yet intimidated by the Red Moon Pack.

They were werewolves, yet they had businesses in the human world. “What do you think about the club?” Xander wondered, keeping his eyes on me as the two of us sat next to one another. “I like the place, but I'm just astonished honestly,” I admit, taking my coat off and placing it beside me. “Why?” he wondered. It was hard to read his facial expression in this light. “I didn't know you guys have a double life,” I replied. A waiter came and took our orders. Surprisingly, Xander didn't object when I ordered an alcoholic drink— Rowena ordered it for me to be exact.