X Overs Novels & Stories

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.

Xavier said and once more some people yelled out in excitement and thrill. Xavier snapped his fingers and one of the club hostess came forward to him with a small bag which he collected and opened. He then brought out a satchet of the drug with the labeled name on it that read X-1 and raised it up for everyone to see. “Everyone!…. I present to you! The one and only X-1!!!!” Xavier said and raised his hand higher and the people exclaimed in excitement once more as they hoped to get a taste. “I know you all are eager to have a taste of this products, that is why I invited most of you all today” Xavier said and snapped his fingers again and this time around more club hostesses came out all line

"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."

:⁠-⁠$ Xavier what are you about to do with your Angel? ser feliz 🌹

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.

Naomi couldn’t make her legs move. The pathology lab felt smaller, the air heavier, the fluorescent lights buzzing louder against her skull. Leonard’s words kept circling, refusing to land anywhere safe. “They’re getting oxygen,” he had said, voice low. “Their bodies just… aren’t using it.”

xoxo ~Aridah.

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.