X Overs Novels & Stories

"We've already known each other." "The name's Xanthus Osteen. Let's get our first meeting right." Xanthus stretched out his hand towards her. His finger joints were well-defined, and there was a faint pink in the palm of his hand and the inner side of his fingers. For a moment, a thought flitted across Cynthia's mind. "Maybe that's how doctors' hands look like."

“Oh, Alex took me there on Monday, but he pulled me out when I asked about a strange piece of cloth, plus that's where I met Gena.” “That girl is hilarious, but your boyfriend is an idiot and he's going to pay for it when he sees your new underwear.” She rummaged through several bags and handed me a very nice black bra with a... “That!” I exclaimed seeing the piece "That's what Alex didn't want to explain to me what it was." Olivia laughed, I guess from my expression. “This is a thong, Abbie. And it goes like this,” she explained showing me “The smallest strip is supposed to go between your buttocks, that makes us feel sexy and it drives men crazy.”

said another. Dev sat around the living room with his mother and the Saxenas. He kind of felt nervous. One, ever since he could remember, Rajan Saxena, a retired NRI, was never-so-friendly looking. With his haphazard smile, close-cut hair, square jaw and stony face, he looked more like a retired cop than an NRI. Dev dared not look at him. He feared that Rajan with his black, beady eyes could see right through him and access his deepest, dirtiest secrets, one that only he knew.

Valerie: Morning sunlight spilled across the terrace, warm and soft against my skin as I stepped outside. The breeze carried the faint scent of pine and fresh earth, the quiet hum of the pack grounds far below. Everything felt calmer now, steadier, like the world had finally exhaled after months of choking tension. “Val.” I turned. Xavier stood in the doorway, dressed in a dark shirt with the sleeves rolled to his forearms. His eyes, those steady storm-blue eyes, held something different today. A warmth. A nervousness. A spark I hadn’t seen since the very beginning.

I am Xerra, a superbeing from a remote galaxy far away from the Milky Way called Ciriculus. I live in this fourth-dimensional world called Aryan wherein everything is possible. Well… almost everything… I scanned the familiar domain I was in. I was surrounded by the green and blue giant trees that seemed to reach the still dark sky. I had always loved the relaxing smell of the leaves in the Aiglean Forest and the gentle touch of fresh mountain dews before the sun rises.

The further they went, the uglier the history became. Thanox had reportedly been considered for use as a chemical weapon because it did not simply displace oxygen from the environment. It interfered with the body's ability to use the oxygen already present. A person could breathe air containing what appeared to be an adequate concentration of oxygen and still develop severe cellular hypoxia. Naomi read the sentence twice. Her skin prickled. “That sounds familiar.” Leonard glanced at her. “The patients.” She nodded. “Normal oxygen readings.” “While their cells were starving.”

Despite the lethargy, the cheering from the audience creates a blaring sound that overpowered the entire arena, louder than it could ever be. Of course, it’s Wyatt Benjamin, the one who singlehandedly perished the hundreds of disguised members of Royal Defense sent by the kingdom of dark magicians months ago. Or at least, that's what they thought it is. Crarene, the kingdom of the above-mentioned creatures, is the first and worst enemy of Oqazia. That is why anyone who contributes a lot in solving or stopping the chaos they are constantly causing earns glory from the people.

It's been long since I felt such heat burning in me, the last time Xavier fucked me, I didn't feel it. You know what, I think Vanessa was right when she said Xender looks more romantic. That's absolutely right. Xender might be innocent in the face, the saint peter of ages, but trust me, he is a badass when it comes to sex and he doesn't know any shit about innocence.