X-animes Novels & Stories

“Let’s go see Sophia.” She nods, her smile shaky but genuine, and together we leave the room, stepping into the future that’s finally free from Darius’ control. “Wait,” she says, grabbing my arm. “What does that mean?” I frown. “What does what mean?” “What you keep calling me,” she bites her bottom lip. “Anima—” “Anima mia,” I say, smiling as I take her face in my hands. “It means ‘my soul’; a part of me I thought I lost until I found you in that little town.”

He growled, and the sound vibrated as it hummed from his throat. “Stop playing Xerxes, you know my name is Meadow.” The she-wolf stepped up to him and nudged him with her snout. He smelt of pine cones and cherries. The wolf was caught off guard as the she-wolf licked the side of his face. “I am not Xerxes,” the wolf groaned. Meadow was confused. “What should I call you then?” Meadow purred, thinking that her mate likes role-playing. “I am Alazar,” he rumbled proudly.

“But more time is not a permanent solution.” There’s a naked woman sucking Xaden’s cock with vigour and Xander’s eyes are fixed on the scene like his life depends on it. I rest against a wall, crossing my ankles and folding my arms over my chest, uninterested. “We are going to die, then...” Xaden grunts, his hips buck on the banquet chair. He’s close. “Fuck! Fuck death.” Xander can finally look away. “I am curious about what she looks like, though.”

POV: Heather “Oh No! Get out of my head, Xan! What are you doing to me, why won’t you leave me alone?” I yelled at the top of my voice, startling Marietta who seems shocked by my outburst. “Hmmm, that’s my girl. I love the sound of my name from your mouth, I love how you call me Xan. But you can do better, butterfly. How about sugar or daddy?” He let out seductively, making me feel goosebumps all over my body. He has a way of getting into my head that I just don’t understand. First, he had discovered I have a wolf and even bonded with my wolf. And now he listens in on my conversation like a freaking stalker.

“Now, Axeris, what name shall I scribble on your grave?” “I’m Xanth d’Croix.” He frowned at her on top of him, gritted his teeth and with all the might he had, pushed her away from him, he watched her calm down like a bucket of ice water had been poured on her. He heaved and stood rigid. “Xanth Axeris d’Croix.”

“I’ll leave you guys alone.” Just as he was about to close the door, he heard a muffled voice from under the blankets. “You know who’s better than Xavier?” Zane’s voice, filled with excitement, reached his ears. “Teacher Bella Abram,” Alana chimed in without missing a beat. “She’s like a fairy.” Xavier froze. “Yeah,” Zane continued, his voice full of admiration. “She’s so nice and fun. She never yells like Xavier.” Alana giggled. “She’s probably magic. Xavier’s more like a big, scary beast.”

Her brothers walked out and shut the door behind them, leaving her in her cold room, with her damp tears collapsing in on themselves and her loud sobs that she kept to herself. 🌹 The tailors measured dutifully, whispering to themselves. They’d secretly give her pitying looks as if knowing the fate before her, but she caught those looks. If they thought they were sly, then she was James Bond. But it wasn't just them, though, all the maids, the guards, so-called henchmen, they all gave her those pitying looks. “Anaya,” She jerked furiously and accidentally knocked the tailor down,

“Don’t tell me to stop. Don’t tell me what to do. You wanted this war, Annalise, but now that it’s ugly, you’re afraid of it. That is the main difference between us, I am not going to stop this until it is done.” Her lips trembled, just slightly. “You’re not listening. If you push too far, Xavier will kill you. He’s not like the others you’ve crossed. You can play all you want, but he is going to have his men digging into who you are. How much longer do you think you can play before they find out that you are a game?” “I am going to play long enough for her to fall into my game. Then when that happens, I am going to pull her down with me.”

I patted his back and settled down next to him. Xan is a portable hacking machine. You request someone's location or their secret wealth they've hidden and kept under different names in the bank and he'll get them to you within five seconds. He just needs a laptop. "I'm creating some new hacking softwares which I'll sell you for billions." "I have purchased enough from you. I don't think I'd need anything new for now." "You'll regret your words once it's ready, asshole." "We'll see." I said and watched him type with the fierceness that one shows on piano keys. His fingers were literally dancing on the keyboard without causing a mistake. "Where are others?"