X Men Novel Novels & Stories

His chest rose and fell with a deep, rhythmic breath, his abs tightening under my gaze. Michael's movements were sharp and decisive as he yanked his shirt from his body. He was broader than Divine, his muscles a testament to years of brutal training, each one carved and honed to perfection. Standing there, shirtless and utterly dominant, they were a study in contrast but a united front in their desire. Michael reached for his belt, the metal buckle clinking sharply against the silence, his gaze locked on me. "Let's go to the bedroom," he rumbled, his voice dropping to a gravelly growl that resonated deep in my core. "I'm going to fuck the hell out of you."

His eyes were as misty asthe fog on north Manhattan on winter solstice and could not be deared no matter how many times the old man waved his hands. He felt like a victim of weed douse (thoroughly bathed in Indian hemp) "Fghdknkhasknskhds, adghfghdgqddqwdg." He muttered incoherently as he fought against insanity from the sheer information cum experience overload. "Hmm" the old man waved his hand and Tom found himself in a totally new place and environment where he will sober up.

Promises are meant to be broken. _____________________________________ Damien is Maria’s Master _____________________________________ You thought I will let him die this easily. He needs to pay for the pain he caused an innocent. There is something he never felt. Regret. He needs to feel that too which he will. And for those who wanted Xavier and Valerie together. Get some help. Sinister, Xavier, and Valerie were the main characters from the start of the book as I just gave them faces. Never have I said that Xavier was the ONLY Male lead. He is the Male lead and Sinister too from the very start.

My gaze slowly lifted toward him. My jaw nearly dropped open when I saw the man holding a gun. He wore a red long-sleeved polo with the upper buttons left undone, exposing the tattoos crawling across his neck and chest. Even his arms were covered in ink because he had rolled his sleeves up to his elbows. His hair was cut clean and short, almost military-style. I still couldn’t fully see his face in the dim light, but his presence alone was overwhelming. “So there are no more women here willing to get paid to touch you, huh? That’s why you’re forcing yourself on someone now?” the man with the gun asked coldly.

Lucas and Houston occupied the seats directly in front of us. “Seen who?” I asked. “The new guy,” she said, like I should’ve already known. I frowned. “What new guy?” She leaned in slightly, lowering her voice just enough to sound conspiratorial. “The transfer student. I think his name is… Alexander?” Her voice sounded uncharacteristically excited. In all my life, I’d never heard Elsa sound so excited over anything. Except maybe BTS. And her mystery novels. Lucas turned around in his seat. “Wait, are we talking about the new guy?” he asked.

I poured myself a glass of water and drank it in one go. Nikolai “The Devil” Costello, El Padrino. I shook my head, nope, not going to believe it unless I talk to him myself. I made my way out of the kitchen and went straight to the library. Since I had nothing to do, I settled on reading a book. I surveyed the huge library and finally found a book that seemed interesting enough to read. “Mafia and Mafiosi by Henner Hess” With a book in my hand, I walked back to Nikolai's seat to read but halted in my steps as I saw him already sitting on it.

None of this is his fault; I'm just frustrated. The man smiles, revealing a few missing teeth. He opens the door and gestures for us to go inside, but neither Alec nor I make a move. "It's time to rip the band-aid off, take the chicken, and make the broth." The man rubs his hands together and shuffles back down the hallway towards the main part of the warehouse. "Well, that was a waste of time," Alec mutters. "I know." I press my fingers to my aching temples. It's been so long since I've slept properly, and with the constant adrenaline now gone, I'm crashing.

The large lonely mansion which oozed nothing but affluence did not only house these money making halls but also had rooms above which caged workers who made this money and the bosses who ruled over them. The workers were members of X-habit, a crime conglomerate whose activities were no lesser than running guns, doing drugs and the like. The Big Four: Steven Chase, Baron Sage, Iphan Carter and Kane Richmond bossed over the conglomerate, with Steven as the head, more of a Godfather.

’ I was now married to not just any man, but a Made man, a dangerously handsome man, a soon-to-be Bratva. It felt all too wrong, but I had to live with it. There was nothing I could do about it. “Thank you.” I returned her smile with the same enthusiasm. “Lead her to my room.” Vincenzo ordered and my head whipped in his direction. A Made man never cracks a joke and Vincenzo wouldn’t be the first. To ease the tension warming up in the form of a pool in my stomach, I had counted his earlier words as a joke.

He stated trembling with horror before smiling “Incredible that after more than eight months Mark had sex with you when he finally decided to do it again.” “Yeah, that's... Wait, what?” I looked at him impressed. “Mark spent eight months without sex?” Alex stared back at me. “Didn't you know?” He asked shocked “Shit, I thought you were one of those couples who told each other everything...” “And we do.” I stammered “But we weren't there yet.” “And did he tell you about his fear of heights?” “What?!” “Shit, I better shut up.” “Wait...”