X Over Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"O-Okay. I-I will do whatever you want me to do, Xav. I will do everything you want me to do... for you, I will." . C.M. LOUDEN

He'll just stare at you from head to toe just to see your wrong move. -*- Xyrene Fion Fugo While Xyrene is already 19 and 5'6 and currently studying Law, she is too much for her daddy's friend JV. This is her closest to everyone and she's the mini me of Xiana, what xiana is like she is, she got her mother's attitude of being easy to sulk but also easy to tame. When She's 10 she liked her older brother Cohan! She kept kissing cohan lips and as a brother cohan didn't have that until xyrene woke up which was wrong, she was laughing at herself because she fell in love with her own older brother. She admitted to her parents but they only gave her one answer. She just loves her brother and that's

Together, we would write our own destiny, navigating the twists and turns of life's intricate tapestry, forever bound by love's unbreakable bond. I took a deep breath, trying to steady my racing heart as I stood in front of the old, weathered wooden door. The room beyond held secrets, hidden memories of Xander's past relationships that I had stumbled upon by chance. It was a discovery that had left me questioning the depths of his heart, wondering if I truly knew him as well as I thought.

Tears rolled my eyes, Landon came and, I immediately wiped my tears, "I made some popcorns," Darius stood there, but I left. ***** Can someone guess who is Xander and Aoife? Yes, you can find them in my other book falling in love witheach other- WHEN A BULLY FALLS IN LOVE

Who the hell am I? Talia (online) — A married woman, no children. I play for just over a month every day, usually in the morning. But lately... I’m playing at night. RLC has become my big distraction to my loneliness... Now enough about me, who is Mr. X? Mr. X is typing... Mr. X is typing... Mr. X is typing... Mr. X seems to be typing infinitely, or it was just my anxiety to know more about him...

Then, I picked up my phone. I wanted to send Ruby a message. I wanted to tell her that I had found Casper. I had just unlocked my phone when the chat suddenly flooded in. [Oh my god! Ms. Xander is really carrying bricks!] [She has blisters on her hands… I checked the later parts of the story. She really is extremely rich. Can someone explain what is going on?]

Hobbies: Reading, singing, and make-overs Music: Pretty's On The inside, Perfect Two, Faded, Unity Singers: Alan Walker Books: Harry Potter, Twilight, Romeo and Juliet Author: William Shakespeare, Stephenie Meyer Sports: None. Bestfriends: Hamie, Myca, Trina, Rain Told ya. Xiera's so feminine. She doesn’t like sports because she doesn’t want to get sweaty. And she loves make-ups, so when we we're in high school she already wear make-ups. But, it's not thick! It's too light, that you won't even notice that she wears a make-up, because it looks natural. She doesn't use Eyelash Extensions, because her eyelashes are already long.

Allegra’s Pov In the dim glow of moonlight, Xander and I engage in conversation, and with each word, I'm drawn more into his world. His strength and commanding presence are captivating, making me realize how much I'm drawn to him. We delve into the intricacies of the mating ceremony, a topic that doesn't exactly excite me, but I listen intently because it's him sharing it with me. As the night grows colder, I can't help but shiver, and instinctively, Xander wraps an arm around me, pulling me closer. It's a comforting gesture, and despite the mundane topic, I find myself enjoying the warmth of his proximity.

*** **** So Xavier's in again🥴🚶 Some of you liked him, some of you didn't... But let's see what he'll do...is he really nice or is he not? I like him...I mean he's hot...I could live against his muscular chest🤤 but Celeste seem to prefer Zillon's chest.... Your thoughts...your gems🥰😈✌️

I begin feeding her , while still talking to her. “My queen…” I hear the voice that I had been dying to hear ever since I woke up from my unconscious state. My head snaps to the entrance to see a very dirty and sweaty Xavier. Though his face and hands were covered in dirt , and his clothes were soaked with perspiration , I could not help but feel attracted to him. I feel my eyes are latched on to him , it felt so hard to tear them away. I noticed every single detail about him – from the way his chest rose and fell from his rapid breathing , to the tiny droplets of sweat that dripped from the tip of his hair. He was simply a sight for sore eyes , though dirty.