X Smg4 Novels & Stories

At this moment, every breath he takes seems to hit harder than the last, but he forces himself to keep his eyes open and stay calm. “Ah, awake at last,” Sage follows the shadow on the ground and finds Xander sitting on a rock, smoking from a cigar, with his leg crossed over the other. He smirks at Sage, his brown eyes glinting dangerously through the fire, but the cave only seems to grow colder. Sage shifts, trying to straighten, but the ropes bite into his wrists. He hates the weakness in his limbs and hates the way his head spins, but still, he glares.

"Xavier, Sector 4 is completely unlit at this hour—" "I don't care," he interrupted, his dark eyes burning with an unshakeable, absolute finality. "No one touches what we built." Without another word, Xavier sprinted out of the server room. The Sector 4 substation was a desolate, concrete junction building located on the dark edge of the railyard, surrounded by towering chain-link fences and the heavy midnight fog. Xavier tore through the security gates, his massive frame moving with lethal, athletic speed.

There was a dragon tattooed down his whole back. Looked so lifelike. I was half expecting it to start moving. My eyes trailed further down to his lower back, where the letters S.I.X were inscribed. So wait six isn't actually a number, but an acronym? He turned slightly, enough for me to get a view of his front, but not for him to see me standing there.

Matthew has been sulking for a few days. He really took being a virgin at forty straight to the heart. Ambrose tried apologizing multiple times, but Matthew wouldn't budge. It's like talking to a wall at this point—a giant handsome wall. Matthew was lying face down on their bed, ignoring Ambrose with all his might so Ambrose laid on top of him and wrapped his arms around his waist. He placed kisses all over his neck and felt Matthew writhe underneath him.

JP growled, moaning at the sound that their sweat-sheened skin made as it slapped together. "I love you too and I don't care who knows it." And with that, JP repeated those three sacred words over again between kisses and defined in each thrust and touch. He kissed away every tear of pain that fell from his half-brother's eyes. He wouldn't stop and he didn't, not until they were both cumming so hard they thought it was going to take their breath with it as it flowed out of them. ******** Sage sat on the white sofa glaring at her phone and waiting for Beach to answer her two missed calls and dozens of text messages but none came and that only made her angrier. She got on her feet in a flash a

Escort Services by Alex Smith I twirled the card in my hand and contemplated saving the number or not. I decided to save a number, just in case, before throwing out the calling card. I saved the contact with the name Alex Smith before shoving the phone in my pocket. I dropped myself on the couch, letting out a deep sigh.

I like you in the little red hoodie! A comment glowing red remained in the middle of the screen, unlike other comments that just flew by. The moment Meph saw it, a system notification popped up, too: DING HDzwZvx sent you 10 star shards ] Based on what he just saw, 100 of those were considered a bet on the large side. Then 10 was actually not too low, for a mission reward. Still, Meph needed more data, hopefully some actual deal, to get a more accurate understanding.

We took back the lifter that left us down and walked out of the company’s building. We were about to enter our car when we saw Smith, Xavier’s best friend. He was with a white young chubby lady, whom I presumed to be his wife. Immediately we saw them, Xavier moved toward them pulling me along. I was tired and I wanted to go home. They were also moving in our direction. “Congratulations, Mr Xavier or should I say Mr Gladmir" Smith whispered to Xavier. “Hey, thanks man, but you know the, G, is prohibited here," he said as they shake hands together. “I know right? Just kidding, I don't want them to put an earn to something that hasn't started yet… Omg, if only they knew with whom they are deali

​The silence inside the car was suffocating. ​I sat in the passenger seat, my eyes fixed on the window as the blurred lights of the city streaked past. Every time Julian shifted gears, his arm brushed against mine. There were no sparks. No violet flares. Just the cold, terrifying sensation of cloth against cloth. ​"We’re heading North," Julian said, his eyes locked on the road. "There is a coastal facility—an old quarantine station. The Board’s satellites struggle with the salt-spray interference. We’ll be invisible there."

The large lonely mansion which oozed nothing but affluence did not only house these money making halls but also had rooms above which caged workers who made this money and the bosses who ruled over them. The workers were members of X-habit, a crime conglomerate whose activities were no lesser than running guns, doing drugs and the like. The Big Four: Steven Chase, Baron Sage, Iphan Carter and Kane Richmond bossed over the conglomerate, with Steven as the head, more of a Godfather.