X Men First Class Charles Xavier Novels & Stories

Before the contract was even signed, the client's representative casually said he was craving pancakes with maple syrup. I didn't hesitate. I texted my fiancé, Nigel Cross, and asked him to stand in line and grab some. He came back with the box, all proud of himself. The client took one bite, and within seconds, his face went red. Hives bloomed across his neck. He shot to his feet, furious, and called the whole deal off on the spot. Then he turned around and handed the million-dollar order to Olivia Field, the intern who had rushed to grab him allergy meds. Three months of grinding work were gone just like that. I stood there, my throat tight, trying not to fall apart. Nigel squeezed my shoulder, his voice soft as he said, "It was just bad luck. Don't beat yourself up." I nodded weakly, drained of energy. But the second I stepped away, I heard him laughing in the break room with his friend. "That guy's seriously allergic to mango. Good thing I added mango syrup to the pancakes. Olivia's about to score a huge year-end bonus. Enough for a down payment on her new apartment." His friend hesitated. "Melissa hasn't slept in a month over that deal. She was working while she was sick. She needed that money for her mom's surgery—" Nigel waved him off, already annoyed. "She has me. Isn't that enough? Olivia earned this." My hands curled into fists so tightly that my nails dug into my palms. Bad luck? Yeah, right. Nigel had planned every second of it. And now, he thought he could smooth it over by marrying me someday, toss me a few cheap words, and I would just swallow it. I was done with that disgusting man.

Emma is the daughter of the First Dragon Lord and the First human.. Unaware of her power and balance she holds over magical and human realm, the chance meeting and a new job open the doors of possibilities, love, intrigue, family and magic...... +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Straddling the man whose lap I am sitting on, I feel his thick, large, fullness inside me.. The connection is unreal.. I feel him fill me and wanting more.. I am hungrily kissing him, wanting him.. I am taking him all the way inside me, panting, sliding up and down on his cock.. The image I see feels real.. I feel wetness between my legs, the burning need for him, every little sensation of his sliding shaft, a burning desire for this man, my juices coating my legs... I want him inside me, I want to feel his touch..We scream in ecstasy and the image blurs. I see a child..

A security guard caught a snake in our apartment complex and delivered it straight to my door. I was just about to scream when floating comments cut in. [The male lead got dumped and turned back into his real form just to spy on his girlfriend, and he actually got caught? This is funny as hell!] [He got dumped, and his girlfriend hates him. He's probably gonna cry himself to sleep!] [Aww, poor little snake can't curl up on his girlfriend tonight.] The big black snake looked pitiful in the guard's hands. It secretly sized me up with its slit pupils. I tried holding out my hand, and the black snake stared in disbelief. Two seconds later, it obediently rubbed its head against my fingers.

In my previous life, during my birthday party, my wife Ruby’s so‑called best friend, Hayden, walked up to me with a glass of wine and a smirk. “Ruby had a little too much to drink last night,” he said. “I helped her shower. Hope you do not mind.” I lost my temper on the spot, and I demanded a divorce. I left with nothing because I wanted to get away from the two of them as quickly as possible. In the end, I died alone in a rented apartment. No one came to see me, not even once. After my death, Ruby’s company went public without any trouble. Her wedding with Hayden became the talk of the city. Everyone called them a perfect match. When they mentioned me, there was only ever one line: "That man just had bad luck. He was never meant for anything better." When I opened my eyes again, I was back at my birthday party. Hayden walked up to me once more and repeated the exact same words. This time, I did not get angry. I smiled. I reached for Yara, my closest friend, who had come with me, and slipped my arm through hers in an intimate gesture. Under Ruby and Hayden's stunned gazes, Yara blinked innocently at Ruby, whose face had gone pale. "Ruby, don't be jealous. Jeff and I grew up together." She paused just long enough, then added with a faint smile, "After all, I was the one who taught him his first time."

Catalina Caressa Marisol Ziva, a girl who was abused since a very tender age of six. Going through the trauma she does, it makes it difficult for her to trust anyone and she is terrified of anyone she doesn't know. In one of her torturous days, she comes face to face with her mate. Terrified of the outcomes, combined with the life she led, she does one thing that comes to her mind! She runs! Runs away from her mate and pack and vanishes without a trace! No one knows where she is or how she is, they only know that she is alive! Roscoe Fraser Aurelio Cedar, the Alpha of the Silver Moon pack has always been taught to love, protect and care for his mate. He is taught that a mate is to be treated with atmost respect. He has been searching for his mate for years now. When he comes face to face with his mate and she runs away from him, he is left heartbroken, thinking his mate doesn't want him. Not completely knowing why his mate ran away, he tries to find her but the more the time passes, the more he loses hope. Little did he know that his mate will be before him in the unexpected hour. Catalina has till date regretted her decision of running away from her mate. She searches everywhere she can for him. Will she be able to find him ever? Will he forgive her for running away from him, if she does find him? Will they find love in each other?

"I want you," She said to him, her hands on his chest, her thighs trapping him between the bed and the headboard, her eyes boring deep into his. "Take what you need, flower." his voice was a whisper, one that left dark promises in it's wake of what was to come. "I'm all yours..." ... Halle witnesses a murder, something she wished she could run from but instead finds herself housing the murderer for three whole days, doing almost everything at gun point. But that was not what made things even more difficult for her, it was the tension between them. Those mysterious brown eyes... That cold smile... That deep voice... His warm breath against her skin. She knew she couldn't love him... He walks out of her life as suddenly as he barged into it and she finds herself pushing those three days spent with him to the back of her mind, a dream that was over. Three years later, she finds herself in his house as the woman being paid to be birth him an heir. She is dragged into his dark world, shown the true nature of his empire. In the end, will it be blood or love between them? .....

Rachel is an intelligent and book-minded teenage girl. She and her best friend, Nana’s favorite quote is “Books before boys” and they did well to abide by this until a new grade (10th grade)started and everything started turning upside down. Rachel finally got noticed by her crush and a new guy in school also started liking her but it doesn’t end there. All guys want to have her. Is it her beauty, intelligence, personality that attracted guys to her? That, she also don’t know. Will Rachel keep to the “Books before boys” policy? and the first kiss she have always anticipated, who will take her first kiss? and most especially, who will she end up with it?

On my birthday—the same day Troy hyped some "surprise" for me online—I saw a photo that afternoon. He was on my horse. With his assistant. His shirt hung open, red finger marks dragged across his chest. Caption? [First time in my life. Thanks to him.] The comments went wild: [Jealous of whoever touched those abs.] [That position... damn.] Troy liked that one. My chest went cold. I thought that side of him was just for me. Turns out—it could be anyone. I washed the horse myself. Scrubbed off every trace. Then I signed the ranch over to him. "You can give the rest away. Pick whoever you want." He lit up. I said yes to the arranged marriage.

Natasha Reese believed love could survive the end of the world. She gave up everything for Josh — her dangerous past as a special forces operative, her freedom, and her deepest secrets — to build a safe home with the man she loved. But when his childhood friend Evelyn stepped into their lives, Natasha watched her marriage slowly crumble. Her husband grew distant. Her mother-in-law turned against her. And when her hidden truth was exposed, the man she adored cast her out into the dead world to die. She should have died. Instead, Natasha rose stronger than ever, leading an elite strike team and carrying a power that could save what remains of humanity. The infected won’t touch her. The survivors look to her with hope. But when Josh returns, haunted by regret and desperate to win back the heart he broke, he finds Natasha in the arms of another man. Aaron Ross — powerful, dangerous, and willing to burn the world down for her. The only man who offers Natasha the kind of love and devotion Josh never could. Now torn between the husband who betrayed her and the man who wants to claim her completely, Natasha must make a choice that will decide not only her heart… but the future of humanity itself.

For the past two weeks, my best friend, Matthew Douglas, had been dodging me. While scrolling, I came across a tarot livestream and decided to use it to check whether something had gone wrong between us. I had barely sent two gifts into the stream when an anonymous male account unmuted himself. His voice was deliberately disguised, but he spoke with barely concealed glee. "Tarot master, I'm about to run off to Sanyara with my best friend's fiancée. Read my cards. Will he catch us?" I recognized the cadence, the pauses. I was still frowning at my screen when the tarot reader flipped a card and said, "The cards show some risk. My advice? Lay a smokescreen first. Tell him your company is sending you on a business trip. Stagger the timing, and you'll be in the clear." A second later, my phone lit up. A message from Matthew appeared. Matthew: [Sorry, man. I can't make it to your suit fitting this week. An investor just sprung a last-minute site visit on me in Sanyara. My bad!]