X Files Fanfic Novels & Stories

I plead. “I Xander Stone…” he chest heaves with another cough as he pauses. “Hereby reject you Tika Heather as my mate…..”. The pain that hits my chest this time takes my breath away. I am unable to hold him of give him comfort as his body contorts and his back bows. Our screams fill the air and it feels like something inside me shreds to pieces. As my dragon howls in my head my senses are blinded as everything goes black.

Raising my brow as I looked at their exchange, I made a note that my best friend definitely had a thing with this guy and this was my time to pay her back for helping me with Quinn. I cleared my throat that made both of them jump slightly on their own place. My best friend blushed while the guy scratched his head timidly. "We're okay. Thanks..." I said, trailing off and gestured for him to tell us his name. "Alec... My name is Alec and this is Xander," he answered, draping his arms over his friend's shoulder. Tiana giggled. "Awesome names. They sound gay together." Hilary elbowed her lightly on her side.

I whimper as I shut my eyes, trying to take my head far before he stops me by placing his free hand under my chin. The pain of his touch electrifies my whole cells. I imagine death, the ruthless phantom that feeds on lives, especially innocent ones. I would not call mine innocent though, which is why I could not help but think that if I die today, will I be able to see my mother? “Young flesh,” Xaulfur groans, much to my surprise. His voice has a wolfish growl, pushing its way brutally into my eardrums. When I open my eyes, I find his face in front of mine. He could be tall, but I am tall enough to reach the point where I now watch his Adam's apple move as he speaks again.

“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.”

"I forgot to send you the file about this one, I was in a hurry to leave the town and in hurry this one information was left out." "Who the hell is he?" I asked still looking at the picture, anger visible in my voice. "Calm down dude. He is not her boyfriend, he is just a friend of hers. Well not is but was." I gave him a confused look. "His name is Benjamin. Steve. Your wifey lost her job and she went to him I guess to ask for help as he was her only male friend, her other female friend is also as broke as she is, But this asshole tried to rape her instead of helping her. She however managed to escape out of there and save herself."

Listening to the story about Sarah and Damien, I found a shroud coming over my mind as the warmth that settled in my chest started to turn cold. I remembered my conversation with Penny and the other girls about how cold and domineering Xaden was. I remembered they spoke about the quick flings he’s had, and even if they begged him to continue the relationship, he ditched them and cared for nothing. “What about you, Xaden? Any past relationships or previous flings I should be aware of?” My voice was measured and steady, and Xaden’s shoulders fell as it grew silent in the car. The only sound was the tires on asphalt.

she glances at the bulge in my pants. "Oh, you’re definitely going to suck my cock, Kira." I rub her parted lips with a thumb. "Wear that lipstick I like tomorrow." Her eyes widen when understanding dawns on her. Did she think this was a one-time thing? I meant it when I said I was going to act out all those fantasies of hers as well as some of my own. ______ Shane’s text message arrives as I reach my car. [I found Grisha’s lackey.] It’s accompanied by the picture of a man stripped to his underwear and strung up the roof of Shane’s favorite spot—the container he prefers to call ‘purgatory’.

His mouth latched onto Raphael’s throat, sucking brutal hickeys as his hands pried Raphael’s legs apart. "Do you even know what the fuck you’re doing?" Xavier hissed. "I hate you," Raphael spat, breathless. "Then why do you need my cock to satisfy your little hole?" Xavier’s fingers found his entrance... wet, pulsing, desperate. He slid two fingers inside with terrifying ease. "It’s already so wet." "Dripping like a virgin bitch in heat," he growled. Raphael only moaned louder, clawing down Xavier’s back with his nails, blood mixing with sweat, with want, with vengeance.

“Lexy,” the voice whispered as a hand punched through my stomach. “You should have joined me.” So that’s it huh? This is how I die, a stake through my stomach and I don’t even get to see who did it? “Wake up! Lexy, wake up!” someone yelled at me. I shot upright in my seat, sweat streaming down my forehead. Next to me stood my girlfriend, Janea. She was tall with curly, jet-black hair, and smooth hazelnut colored skin.

"You earned it after the week from hell." Afnie picked through her hand with laser focus. "We should do it again. Maybe skip the brothel next time though." "And miss all that entertainment?" Nala grinned at her cards. I opened my mouth to answer when the door exploded inward hard enough to bounce off the wall. We all jumped like we'd been shocked. Xahen filled the doorway. He swayed on his feet, gripping the frame to stay upright. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, his pants were undone and hanging so low on his hips I could see ink disappearing beneath the waistband. His dark hair stuck to his forehead in messy strands.