Novel & Cerita X

Xander, as if sensing something is wrong, places a large hand on my thigh. “Everything okay, Kenna? You’ve gone white as a ghost. Do you need some water?” He reaches to the cabinet in the back of the limo and opens it, revealing a drinks cabinet stocked with everything brandy, whiskey, wine, champagne and soft drinks to snacks. Xander takes out a bottle of water, unscrews the cap and pours it into one of the crystal tumblers then passes it to me. I take a sip, the cold water refreshing as it flows down my throat and into my stomach.

Every calculation could bring them closer—or send them further away from Cynthia. Interference on the signal caused a surge of frustration. Xavier clenched his fists. “Focus!” he barked. “Nothing can go wrong now. We don’t have the luxury of mistakes.” The team quickly adjusted frequencies, tweaked antennas, and filtered out background noise. Slowly, the signal became more consistent, giving them a more precise fix. Xavier leaned over the screen, eyes narrowing at the coordinates. The location was finally coming into focus.

Building the foundation of something that felt genuinely sustainable. The leather of the couch was cool against my back, but everything else in the room was burning. Eli was a heavy, solid weight pressing me down into the cushions, his hands framing my face like I was the only thing in the world that mattered. I could feel the ragged rhythm of his breathing against my neck, a hot, steady pulse that matched the frantic drumming in my own chest. "You have no idea," he rasped, his voice vibrating deep in his throat. He pulled back just enough to look me in the eye, and the intensity there was staggering—a mix of raw hunger and something so fiercely protective it

00ms] Xander stepped into the center of the projection, his presence causing the holographic lines to ripple and bow toward him. As the Living Core, he was the anchor of our world, but even he looked grim. The silver runes on his arms were pulsing with a violent, staccato rhythm—the sound of the Earth itself bracing for impact.

Minutes passed and the tutor continued explaining a physics concept that bordered on college-level theory. Then— Beep. Jaxon didn’t react, he just kept writing. Beep again. His wrist twitched slightly as his smartwatch. Another beep. The tutor paused mid-sentence. “Do you need to get that?” “No,” Jaxon replied quickly. “It’s fine. Probably a spam.” He tried to focus. “Alright,” the tutor continued. “Now, if velocity changes under constant acceleration—” Beep. Beep. Jaxon swallowed.The watch didn’t look like it was going to stop anytime soon.

"Cuff them. All of them." "Wait! We found—" "You found nothing. X erased it. I can feel the quantum signature from here. Every file in that bunker is gone. Every document. Every photograph. Rendered into probability clouds." Chen looked almost sympathetic. "I told you this was over your head. X has technology that breaks reality. You cannot fight that with motorcycles and determination." "But Samuel Cross—Marcus's brother—he has—"

"But dude, I said I'm sorry. It hasn't gotten to this" "Of course it has. You know I forgot to add the phrase, 'again' to my first sentence. You know this is the third time you'll be doing this shit. I've caught you twice and I spared you 'cause you promised you weren't gonna do this shit anymore, but here you are caught red handed. You deserve to rot in hell, man. You fucking know that when you take these things, it's gonna cause a glitch in the sales and what's worse? You'll become a traitor to X-habit. Scratch that! You're already one. Move your broke ass upstairs" "But man-"

I shrug. “Okay, I like her.” she points to me and looks at Rhea. “I’m Veronica by the way. Veronica Ryan. Grade B.” “Grade?” I raise a brow, confused. “A Grade basically tells how dangerous a person is. And before you ask, the difference between A’s and B’s is that A’s have committed murder.” “But mine is asterisked?” “It’s never been given before but I’m guessing it means numerous counts of murder.” Yeah. That makes sense.

Ace tightened his grip on the steering wheel as they made their way to the hospital. His eyes flicked to the rearview mirror every few seconds, but he kept his face calm, not wanting to show any sign of worry in front of Lisa. His heart raced as thoughts swirled around his head—thoughts about their unborn baby, about Lisa, and the endless threats that seemed to surround them every day.

Paxton helped her up and led her down a hallway all the way to the back of the house to a door on the right next to a back door entrance. Riley sat on the exam table as Penelope sat in a chair next to her and Dr. Paxton grabbed a clip board and some gloves. "Tell me about your symptoms. When did they start? Anything for me to help." "They just started this morning. I haven't been able to stop throwing up. I feel tired and run down. I've never experienced this before? "Are you mated?" "I am. My mate is A