X Overs Novels & Stories

I rushed forward at an infected that was about forcing itself into the available space in the forklift and slammed the Ak against his face, it staggered backwards and in another swift slam, it's neck broke making it's head bend to it's left shoulder. Lorenzo and Smith looked straight into my eyes seeing my savage mode turned on, they got motivated as Smith drew out a Seven inches sized axe from one of the opened tool boxes. "Hey" he called at me, tossing a crowbar which I caught expertly and crushed an infected's head with a swift swing. Austin and Lorenzo kept shooting as my eyes drifted to Lorenzo, leaning on a box to keep himself steady. He's becoming weak, I thought. He's lost too much b

' After Xoan left, Xora felt something was happening inside her. Her body felt inexplicably burning hot, and she immediately suspected this was the aftereffect of the powder the director sprinkled on her earlier. Given the extraordinary circumstances, she did not have time to sense the origin of the powder, but from experience, this could not be poison. This was an aphrodisiac. The moment Xora thought of this, her whole body went limp as though all her bones had been removed. She felt like a heap of melting mud. At that moment, her phone rang. Struggling, she reached out to grab her phone. It was a WhatsApp call from Henry.

He pushed inside with one long, relentless thrust. Odessa cried out, a sharp, beautiful sound that was swallowed by the roaring wind. She was impossibly tight, her fae body stretching to accommodate his girth. Xandros held her, whispering dark, soothing words in her ear as Zarek began to move. His thrusts were deep and measured, each one a promise of stability, of raw, untamable life force.

Dexter folded his arms and stood confidently, saying, "Of course, I am the 108th descendant of Adil Olsen. Back in the day, Hippocrates was able to perform surgery to heal wounds but I can heal penis with knife wounds." Upon hearing Dexter's confident words and looking at the two men who were already able to stand, Xavier was completely convinced by his words. When he glanced at the spot where the cut was made, he couldn't help but start crying. "Mr. Olsen, why didn't you come earlier?! I... I..." Xavier sobbed uncontrollably, barely able to speak. Dexter looked at Xavier with a puzzled expression. He didn't even know this person, so why was he waiting for him and ended up crying?

Exelle/Xiellenna My skin, once radiant, now bears the haunting marks of my suffering—bruises marring its pale surface. I stand before the mirror, a sorrowful weight pressing upon my heart. As I gaze at my reflection, the red and swollen eyes that stare back at me mirror the anguish within. My lips, wounded and adorned with dried blood in the corners, remain tightly pursed, withholding the words that long to be spoken.

"See? She's desperate now because she got exposed. And what makes you think yours is the real one? The ticket in my hand is proof enough." The woman dropped a bombshell that froze everyone in place. "My proof is simple: the 50 million has already been deposited into my bank account!"

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X shot aimlessly, hitting even the equipment in the van, as the wolf tore off his arm. Oxford cursed under his breath, watching X fight for his life. A large figure stepped in front of the vehicle, and Oxford instinctively reached for the gun at his waist—but before he could move an inch, he was shot three times in the shoulder. The pain was so intense that Oxford’s lips parted in a silent scream. Valentino tilted his head, a wicked grin on his face. Soon, X lay dead in the van, most of his limbs dismembered. Oxford’s disheveled hair was clamped in Valentino’s massive hand, the grip so tight it sent sharp pain into his scalp, making him wince.

Tyler starred at Xavier in shock as he raised his glass. "To Maya and Xavier forever." Everybody chorused. Xavier grinned. They have sold their lies to the smartest people he knew successfully.

I curse glaring at the wooden door. I turn to leave but stop when I heard coughs from the other side of the door. "Is that you Xavier?" I ask before slowly pushing the door open." Am coming in are you decent." Well I hope he isn't, the bad side of my mind hopes. Pervert. I walk to the bed, they was a figure wrapped in a blanket. "Oh my chocolate, what happened to you?" I gasp in shock. Xavier face is blue beads of sweats gracing his fore head as he shivers from under the blanket.