X Files Fiction Novels & Stories

LANCE It really seemed unbelievable that I was some sort of mythical creature from a story; one that was indeed thought to not have existed. Leave it to me to be some obscure thing no one had heard about except of course Xavier. Though, if anyone would know things no one else did it would be him, he had read every book in our library and then some; and was always getting more in. Our library was probably the biggest in the area, with ancient texts, fiction, nonfiction and more; not a place I spent a lot of time as I wasn’t much of a reader. That was mostly because Xavier wanted it that way, and to be honest it wasn’t so bad seeing as we had frequent visitors to it from other packs.

It was an invitation. Xander sat cross-legged in the grass beside me, his shoulder pressed against mine. The intense, blinding white fire that had consumed the Author's desk had left his clothes singed and smelling of ozone, but the skin beneath his collar was cool. The charcoal heart on his chest remained quiet, a dark, permanent crest that no longer pulsed with the frantic rhythm of a system error. He looked at the blank page in the stranger’s lap, his eyes steady and clear. "We spent so long writing the laws of the escape," Xander said, his voice dropping into the quiet space between the crackle of the logs. "I don't think I know how to tell a story that doesn't have a price at the end of

Kiara's pov "Caught in a lie" That was the name of the Novel I read. Our dear author just had to lock the chapters in the end, which made the last chapters open only if you pay. And always I left it as I don't want to waste my money for just a novel. I could have used it for something else.

“Xena, answer me this. What exactly is your relationship with Felix? How did the two of you meet? And why did he help the York family go public in the first place?” Xena’s heart clenched. A flicker of panic flashed through her eyes, but she forced it down almost immediately. She turned her face away and said, “I already told you. I was just providing stem cells for his mom. It was a simple transaction. Nothing more.” Beside them, Fiona’s eyes widened in shock. This was the first time she had ever heard the truth about Xena and Felix. Just a transaction?

Hello All You Beautiful People! I hope you've enjoyed the Xena-Axel chemistry so far. I just wanted to drop by and thank you all for reading my books. Also, just a gentle reminder, it is fictional romance and 'mej written by women' at the end of the day. I need to include a few bumps and flaws to ensure the plot and character development is interesting enough to keep you all hooked. I hope you have liked the book so far and continue to enjoy it further.

Christiano pointed out "Even his dimples." I went red. "Geez, I was bored." I blushed "You were reading my books too." Xavier picked up the top book from the pile I had read on the table "Werewolves, romance, fantasy....have you read all of these?" I nodded. Xavier shook his head. "Bookworm." he teased me "Am not." I frowned at him folding my hands "Yes you are spitfire." he leaned on the table and folded his arms too "No I'm....spitfire?"

"So how is your relationship with him, anyway? I mean, it’s a lie from your side, but he must be trying to kiss you or touch you. I don’t know what he was trying to say at that moment because my mind seemed to be half-dead. I frowned at his questions. Not again. ‘’Yeah! but we are not doing anything,’’ I lied, ''You sure?'' he asked, his brow furrowed. Anyway, Xavier has a beautiful collection of all genres of books. You should try some if you feel bored," he said, shrugging his shoulders. "Yeah, thanks for the care. You should attend to your clients," I said. I didn’t look at him and walked upstairs to my room. I laid my head on Xavier’s pillow and opened my phone’s screen to see texts from

“There. It’s all healed. Now stop crying.” X

So you didn't listen to my two suggestions at least listen to the last one. Did I say a lot? "You done?" he asked. "Huh?" "If you are done with all your gibberish talks then please read that file in your hand.” I nodded and opened the file. While going through the file my eyes widened. Wait. What? My eyes widened looking at the amount "15?million dollars?" I looked up at him. "What is this? Why do I have to pay someone fucking 15 million dollars?" "Language." He said then leaned back in his seat and crossed his leg resting his hand on either side of the sofa.

My secret words and my filthy thoughts. Heat flooded my face. I suddenly wanted the ground to open up and swallow me. “I…I attached the wrong file,” I whispered, voice cracking. “It was never meant for anyone.” He stepped closer. Close enough that I felt the faint heat of his body. “Yet you described everything with such precision. The way my voice would sound against your ears, how my fingers would feel sliding underneath your skirt while you tried so desperately to maintain your composure.” His gaze dropped to my mouth, then lower, tracing the rapid rise of my chest. “Does writing those scenes excite you, Freya Laurent? Did your body respond while you imagined me fucking you in this very o