X Freaks Novels & Stories

When I was eighteen, my brothers, the bosses of our mafia family, brought home an adopted sister. And so, naive as I was, I became the biggest nuisance in the family. When Vivian's dress was torn, they blamed me. When Vivian was frightened by the gang violence, they still blamed me. Later, our turf was attacked, and Vivian was kidnapped by our rivals. My brothers, who used to adore me, looked at me with desperate, tearful eyes and broke down. "Piper, we are begging you. Please take Vivian's place, okay?" I quietly looked up at them and softly said, "Okay." So, on that stormy night, I walked alone into the enemy camp and took the place of their beloved princess. As for me, I was thro

“You—” Chris was seething, struggling to maintain his composure in the face of such vile insults. It was impossible to reason with someone so crude. “What do you want, Felix?” Xena’s voice cut through the tension, cold and steady. Felix sneered, his smile twisting into a snarl. “I want you dead! “I don’t care if the bastard in your belly is mine or not. You’re getting rid of it today! And then you’re leaving North City for good. I never want to see your face again.

Freddy tentatively asked, "Xen, do you have any grudges with Hesper? Isn't she from the Lanes? What issues could there be between the two of you?" "What do you mean?" Xenia sneered at his words. "She's one of the Lanes, while I am just your little lover. What issues could there be between us?" "I didn't mean it that way." Freddy quickly smiled and apologized. "I'm just a little curious." However, deep down, that was exactly what Freddy was thinking. Xenia used to be just a small internet celebrity, and now she was unemployed. Although her older sister was once a famous star, compared to Hesper, the prodigy among prodigies, Zenovia appeared utterly insignificant.

It’s been three days since I started talking to Jason on my socials, he asks questions trying to know more about me. Asking about my family, where I am from, where I’m based. Coincidentally, we stay in the same city, just few miles away from each other. He spams me with his pictures, always shirtless, and he has nice worked out abs and chest. He also has a cute face, and a nice voice. We make midnight calls, talking for hours, mostly dirty talks. Which builds sexual tensions between us, he asks me to send him sexy videos of myself, and I spam him with my regular videos.

she crack*d up laughing. “You are so dead,” I mouthed to Samantha and her eyes instantly turned into huge saucers before she turned back to the video calling sextuplet sister of hers. “So umm, Dre and Xeon should rest. They clearly did something hansy pansy in the forest, they clearly reek of “it”. Might openly say that they engaged in Olympic style sex. So I will call you back soon, Joy,” Samantha replied hurriedly.

A few I*******m stories and whispered phone calls later, the news reached the Savage family directly: Xander’s name attached to a scandalous gay p**n subscription. Back in her apartment, Freya grinned wider, sipping from a tall glass of chocolate milk. Every move she made had a ripple effect. She opened a new tab on her laptop, checking the social media chaos in real time. Every reaction, every notification, every trending post fueled her amusement. Even Xander’s fans weren’t safe; they argued, debated, and spread misinformation faster than she could type. It was beautiful.

These fools are fooling around. Xiera sang ‘Mad At Disney’ by Salem Ilese. The famous song played by teenagers today for like everywhere. Heck! The song doesn’t suit her, haha. I mean—because Xiera is an angel for me. The songs that suit her are the calming and relaxing slow songs. Somehow Xiera scored 98 just like Freya.

Exelle/Xiellenna My skin, once radiant, now bears the haunting marks of my suffering—bruises marring its pale surface. I stand before the mirror, a sorrowful weight pressing upon my heart. As I gaze at my reflection, the red and swollen eyes that stare back at me mirror the anguish within. My lips, wounded and adorned with dried blood in the corners, remain tightly pursed, withholding the words that long to be spoken.

Stupid fan! “Six, why are you here?” the guy asked. His number one fan was right about him being Spanish. “Well, I’m here to get breakfast, but I also wanted to introduce you to someone,” Six replied. “I'm actually meeting someone in your life?” the guy scowled. “Trust me, I'm just as shocked that I’m doing this. Rochelle Solano, meet Five. Five, Rochelle,” Six introduced Prominent, I repeat.. “Really?” I couldn't help but giggle. “I feel like I’m missing something here,” Five admitted.

I look at the two figures beside her. “Hi! I’m Felix. Please call me they/them.” It’s the person who was next to me in the meeting hall. Their grin is huge, and now take a look at their tie-dye t-shirt, capris, and brown sandals. “Xenia,” the girl next to Felix says, with a shy smile. She’s short by werewolf standards. Probably like 5’5’’. She has long brown hair and brown eyes to match, and she’s wearing a cute yellow sundress, paired with black sandals. Oddly, has glasses on.