X Files Fanfic Novels & Stories

“I’ve waited forever to hold you. You’re mine. All mine.” She didn’t push him away. She didn’t even flinch. Her heart beat faster, but not from fear. From something… more. “You’re kinda intense,” she whispered, biting back a smile. “And you’re kinda perfect,” he shot back, grinning. “I could write poetry about your freckles.” Alana blinked. “Wait, I have freckles?” “You do now,” Xander declared proudly, then lowered his head, resting it right at the curve of her neck, right where the mark should go.

My eyes are wide, as I bite my lip, so many dirty thoughts going through my mind. "Tell me what you want." Xavier smirks at me, clearly enjoying the look of admiration I'm giving him. "I want to taste you." Xavier raises an eyebrow as he looks down at me. Before he has a chance to respond, I stand up, and push him gently into his chair. I kneel in front of him, spreading his legs apart as he guides his member closer to my face, so that I don't have to move much. I instinctively open my mouth wide, waiting for him to enter. Xavier smiles at me in pleasure, as I begin to suck on his member. I run my hands along his girth while I begin to lick the tip. Flicking my tongue over the sensitive skin

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.”

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.

Chapter Thirty Three: Reincarnation Xander did not move. Freya remained on her knees, clutching his legs weakly. Tears streamed down her face uncontrollably now. “It wasn't supposed to go this far,” she whispered desperately. “Xander please… please listen to me…I was angry, i felt humiliated. But i do love you deep down. I was just scared of opening up and getting hurt.” He slowly stepped back. Her hands slipped from his legs. The movement felt worse than a slap.