X Men Parents Guide Novels & Stories

X stood up and walked over to the curtain, peeking out of the window, "do you know I have no memories of my parents." "I'm sorry to hear that. Did something happen to them?" Said her dad. "Dad, shut up already." "Boss, please let me slit his throat?" Mr. X closed the curtain and held the blade in his hand. The fear, the anticipation of what was about to happen, Claire's dad had never felt so scared before. Claire confidently walked up to Mr. X, "let's say you kill anyone here. How would that benefit you? This here is not worth it, let my dad go, and I will go with you.”

“They were the nicest people in the whole of Manhattan.” Jimin stared down at him. “So they stopped being nice?” “Even worse,” Xavier sighed. “They tried to kill me.” “Such a pity,” Jimin said, his face showing no sign of pity. “Makes me wonder what your dad saw in humans. I’m sure your new family would take good care of you. Come on in.” Xavier held his breath as Jimin knocked on the door and opened immediately without waiting for the family’s approval. They walked into the house and looked around. It looked rather empty.

He said pointing to the door. "Son , you ask me to walk out of your office?”. " Yes Get out of my office and never see you again.“ He insisted on still pointing at the door. “Jeffrey, you will regret this." He said as he angrily left the office. Jeffrey stood up after the father and shut the door with anger “I'm Jefsexy now to be addressed as a woman. I have the right to make decisions for my self. All mother fuckers of a father or relatives should go to hell". He screamed in his office as he reached out his hands to get a glass of whiskey.

X says, raising his hand in our direction. "The pleasure is all ours," my husband responds, shaking X's hand firmly. We leave the corridor, and I don't dare to look back, although I can feel X's gaze burning into my back. We take the sleeping kids and head to our car. We don't dare say goodbye to my parents, whom I doubt even noticed our absence. We settle the kids into their respective seats, get into the car, and my husband drives us home. He makes some small talk, but I'm not there... I'm lost in my thoughts, wishing that all of this was just a nightmare.

MICHAELA The department store is busy on a Saturday. Marcus and I move through it slowly.. him with the cart, me with the list, both of us discovering in real time what it looks like when a father who missed twenty-four years tries to make up for some of it in a baby goods section. He holds up two versions of the same blanket and looks at me with the expression of a man who wants to get this right and does not have the reference points yet. "Both," I say.

She was right, the moon goddess had made her to be perfect in every way and she was. When my father was done talking with Xavier and I, he dismissed us and went back to his room. He and my mother had spent their whole day inside their rooms, I was starting to worry. “Do you think they are fine?” I ask Xavier. He looks at our father’s retreating figure and turns back to me, “Yes, I do. They just get tired easily now. after all they are getting old.”

“But if I had it my way, I’d want my favorite girl in the world right there with me.” He leaned in like he was going to kiss me. I pulled away fast. “Oh my god, can you stop being weird and go find a girl to screw?” “You’re here,” he said. “And you’re a girl.” “That would be incest.” “Barely,” he shrugged. “Our parents hate each other.” I snorted. “Marissa would lose her damn mind.” “She already has,” he muttered. My dad had literally threatened to punish me the next time he saw me with Xavier. The moment Xavier’s parents came up, all logic died in his brain.

I think X had picked a yellow one to make the Sharpie marker easy to read against the background color. “Hi, Uncle Carl.” “Hey, kid.” “This is for you. I don’t know what it means.” “I’ll figure it out.” I winked at him in a show of confidence that I didn’t necessarily feel. I briefly considered trying to keep J over here with Savitri and me, of telling him not to go back to his dad. I looked at Savitri, and if she could read my thoughts, she shook her head. I thought about the weapon X had, and wondered what else he might have that I knew nothing about. I remembered the thorium reactor cars that Men in Black drive. What else did they have? If I tried to keep J now, if I didn’t play by the ru

While everyone got ready to take their leave, the man who remained silent through the entire ordeal spoke, freezing everyone in their trance. “Sir,” Xavier addressed my father, “I’d like to have a word with Zia.” Dad gazed at me, “I’ll drive her home myself.” Xavier’s tone is calm, but for some reason, the urge to hold my mother’s hand, ask her to not leave me alone with him is getting intense. I swallowed hard, nodding towards my parents. “You know I own a colt, right?” Dad patted Xavier’s shoulder, chuckling. “I do, sir,” was his firm response.

Lying in bed with Xavier, Zachary sneaked a glance at his bastard father and warned him, "Mr. Xavier, I'll have you know that lots of men like my mommy. Don't think you can fool her." Sounding unusually serious, Xavier replied, "Why do you think I would do that?"