X Freaks Novels & Stories

"My favorite team has a bout tonight. It's actually a double header, but I wanted to go to see High Rollers battle it out against Bone Breakers." "I take it you're a High Rollers fan?" She blushed a warm shade of embarrassment, and her eyes softened in the cutest way. "Actually, I'm a Grim D. Mise fan. She happens to be a High Roller." "What's a Grim D. Mise? Keep in mind, I know nothing about roller derby."

Xana slips on a hot-pink satin minidress complete with matching pink heels. “Damn, we still have it,” Xana says as we look ourselves over in my bathroom mirror. “We’re only twenty-seven, of course, we still have it. Now, I’m not sure if still have the dance moves or the stamina to hang out past midnight.” “Challenge accepted.” She laughs. We grab an Uber and head out, spending the next few hours dancing, laughing, and having too many fruity cocktails. “By the way, any new updates on Mr. Vaughn? Oh, should we keep calling him Mr. Eiffel Tower, if you know what I mean?” She gives a very dramatic wink, making me laugh.

The words I uttered surprised even myself. Cierra blinked. “Okay, that's huge. But I love that you're telling your truth.” “I know. I need this. I need a reminder that I exist outside of all the pain and heartbreak I harbour.” “But we'll start somewhere. We'll start with travelling. We're going on a vacation, bitch,” she said, screaming. Her excitement was so contagious, I was up and twerking with her in seconds. We spent the afternoon walking through the small art gallery near my place, my hands brushed over canvases. I laughed at pieces that looked ridiculous but we're termed modern art.

"Any suggestions for properly baptizing Megan's reformation to unbridled indulgence?" Okay I know I bring this upon myself but what the hell is this girl UpTo?

"Morrison's Hart Connection Raises Questions." Daniel leaned closer. "You're trending worldwide. Number one everywhere. People are digging into Morrison's background, finding her Hart connections." "But are they preparing?" "Some are. Outdoor supply stores reporting record sales. Generators, heaters, emergency food—selling out." Daniel showed her more coverage. "But the country is splitting: people who believe you and people who think you're causing mass hysteria." Maya looked at the images. Crowds gathering outside the FBI building. Signs saying "FREE MAYA" and "TELL US THE TRUTH" alongside signs saying "ARREST THE TERRORIST" and "STOP THE PANIC."

Big ugly sobs wrack my body . “This can’t be fucking happening again.” I cry as I throw my phone across the room, angry and sad at the injustice of it all. Xander I stand under the hot spray until I feel all the tension and exhaustion of the last few days slowing drain out of me. I wrap a towel around my waist and grab another to dry my hair. I dip my head and vigorously rub my wet hair as I enter the room. I drop the towel I’m using to dry my hair onto the bed and nearly fall over myself when I realise I am not alone. There spread out on the centre of my bed wearing absolutely nothing is my ex Amelia.

I signed, and a pout formed on her face. "Okay," she muttered under her breath as Xavier gave me a grateful smile. But before Xavier could give Summer an answer to one of her many questions, we were interrupted. "Look what we have here," a voice behind them said as the three of them turned to see Zack and his other two friends Mark and Peter. "It's a gathering of freaks." "Are you lost?" Summer asked as she glared at him. "What do you mean?" Zack asked. "You must be lost if you're speaking to us. Didn't you learn your lesson from picking on us last time?" Summer said, rolling her eyes at him.

I was busy admiring the epitome of beauty when the teacher jolted me out of my thoughts "can you introduce yourself to everyone"Mr Williams asked ushering me to talk "right" I answered still not taking my eyes off the beautiful damsel "I'm joel frickson,I got a transfer from new city high to kimkelly high.I hope I make a good classmate to everyone" I said and the class got noisy again and whispers and murmurs were heard from the girls. Yeah I've got cool great muscular voice

My name's Elizabeth Morgan, I'm 17 and a senior at Hillside High. If you didn't catch on, I live in this town called Hillside. We have lots of hills, and it's the most boring place I've ever lived. I don't recommend it to anyone. Anyways, back to the important stuff and the real reason why you're reading this. At my school, there's this one boy who is commonly known as the fuckboy. He's slept with every girl in our grade besides four of us. Those lucky four being myself, my best friend Ellie, and two other girls you'll probably hear about later.

I feel like my blood has gone cold after hearing three consecutive snaps of bones coming from Frix. “Sh*t! That sounds bad!” Markan cried in horror. “XENO!!!” He stretched his arms up, a gesture that he doesn’t want me to come near them. Kelly’s sweating terribly, the neckline of her shirt is already wet and Xeno’s trying to hold down Frix he won’t roll down the pit.