X Deadpool Novels & Stories

I was happy and I nearly forgot about Japhet or dad, because in these months no assassination attack took place. I turned on the television for my daughter to watch cartoons but I saw news broadcasting all over. "VERY IMPORTANT! After two years of silence, Mafia Boss Xavier Hill of DarZ group has raided the Mayor of London for being corrupt," the anchor in the news channel read the headlines, causing me to freeze in my seat. 'Xavier is Japhet codename. Is he alive?'

I let the metal scrape her skin, blood dripping from her forehead. She winced, biting her lip till it drew all the blood left in her. “Any last words?” I asked, quite eager to know. Ari spat at me in disgust. “Fuck you.” The bullet penetrated through her head flying out from the back of her head. She dropped dead, and everything seemed to seize. All my enemies were dead. Of course there would be new ones, but for now they were dead. Ari Xavier was as dead as her late father, Lucian Xavier.

Exorcism or proper burial rites can banish them. How a Hindu undead spirit got to Underdenver was anybody’s guess, but I was becoming less and less surprised at anything anymore. X came out of his room in our apartment, looking unlike himself. Mr. X was known as the Man in Black who dressed Victorian while all the others dressed as 1950’s G-men. Impersonating Mr. M, X had to look the part, and so he did. “What about the real Mr. M?” I asked. “The real Mr. M is dead, but no one knows it but me. I’ve kept the knowledge of his death from becoming known so that I can use him as an alternate identity.”

I did not even need to glance to my side to know that Dre had been the one to blast multiple Ninja Daggers (Kunai) at the corpse’s back in Xeon’s hand. “Not them. Only the one in Xeon’s fucking arms which shall be broken soon, even if the bitch was the first to make a move on him. I - don’t - fucking - care - but - that - fucking - asshole - is - dead - as - well,” he declared and Xeon visibly gulped after his smirk fell. Yup. He is dead if Dre says so. He is an unbending, highly possessive, jealous d*ck. He will have Xeon’s head if he said it.

At first glance, he looked like every other survivor Evelyn had met since the world ended. Dirty clothes. Exhausted eyes. Too thin. But something about him felt wrong. Not dangerous. Drained. As though he had already used up every ounce of fear he possessed, leaving nothing left. The man swayed slightly on his feet. One of the guards tightened his grip on his rifle. "Name." The stranger blinked slowly. "Dean." His voice sounded rough. Like he hadn't spoken to another person in days. "Any bites?" Dean shook his head. "No."

Nothing but a cut on his face was found. Despite the lack of injuries, Damien walked out traumatized. It was too much for a ten year old boy to handle. He lost both his parents, was being stalked by the press after he just survived a plan crash. He was famous but he didn't like it anymore. As a result he went selectively mute, he suffered anxiety and depression, he was put on medication, had an appointment with a psychiatrist and psychologist every third day. He missed out on a year of education and once he returned failed a grade. His life was a total disaster.

she dragged losing feeling in the right side of her body and she fell. He stood over her and cleaned his lip. “Muscle relaxant. Your skin must be so strong for you not to feel a sting”. “Pou...passhole….” she drooled onto the dirty ground. “Yeah” and he picked her up a little bit hard. The relaxant made her really heavy, and he dropped her onto the dumpster to stretch his back. There was no sound of approaching footsteps before he was tackled to the ground. And before he could react a cloth was over his nose and he was out.

Thirty-nine "We have been infiltrated by Ajax and his men." Xavier announced. Payne shot Melinda a look. "How bad is it?" Payne clenched and unclenched his fists, fighting the biting pain in his nose and the desire to shoot Melinda. "We are outnumbered." Xavier narrowed his eyes at Payne's bleeding nose, then stared in shock at Melinda's bloodied lips. She halted her movements when she felt Xavier's eyes on her. "Hector?" "Dead."

His voice was low and clear as he announced, "He has been dead for over three days. The body shows clear signs of postmortem lividity and early bloating. The victim appears to have died from mechanical suffocation." Hearing the words "dead for over three days", Dad reeled. The color drained from his face instantly, leaving him as pale as a sheet of paper. When an officer pulled back the white cloth covering my face for identification, Dad finally got a clear look at my swollen, distorted features, mottled with dark purple spots. He could no longer explain it away as paint or a tantrum. The next second, he doubled over against the wall, dry-heaving violently as if he were going to throw up hi

There is another tattoo on his shoulder, but I can't make out what it is from this far away, His tank top and bag were on the floor. Even from this distance, I see his piercing green eyes flashing at me. My throat runs dry, despite myself. He looks like a Greek god. He smirked at me when he saw me staring at him and turned away to do some pull-ups. Xander Black POV: I usually come to the gym now and then to burn off some anger, but sometimes now and then Ms. bitch ass would be here. I was doing some deadlifts while hearing a playlist but currently playing was "16 Shots" by Stefflon Don it was my favorite song in the playlist called "Tequila Sunrise" it's my all-time go. But when I turned my