X Tails Novels & Stories

​My breath hitched, dying in my throat. ​Xavier stepped out, a white towel tied loosely precisely, dangerously loosely—around his waist. It hung low on his hips, held by nothing more than a haphazard knot that looked like a single tug would send it to the floor. Water droplets clung to his skin, tracing the terrifyingly perfect lines of his body. ​

“Red thongs on.” This would definitely drive him mad. Tessy came back before he replied. “So…shall we leave?” I grinned. Xander's message rang just as Tessy bent to take her phone which was beside mine. “I'd love a threesome.” He sent a picture of his erection below the text. Tessy's face lit up. “You still sucking his cock?” “Well… he's good…” I felt a little embarrassed that Tessy was against me sleeping with Professor Xander because he once gave her detention over a little mistake.

The only thing left is the weakness she's still feeling. We came down from the truck with me grabbing my lucky axe and my backpack. I tucked my Beretta into my belt and got my axe ready in hand. I saw Austin arming himself with his Kimber Custom TLE II (EM) 1911 pistol and a blade he produced from his backpack. Clara took her katana from the back of the truck and used it to support herself as she walked .

Steven said as he remembered a now dead Thogg's blood which had already clotted on the living room floor. "Roger that boss" Cage stamped his fisted right palm on the left part of his chest. The remaining part of the gang bowed their heads as The Big Four walked out of the room. What just happened to Thogg was part of the X-habit game. Play by the rules or get punished in return. Commit a sin and get ready to pay a sacrifice. That was X-habit.

She wasn’t ready for the truth and she sure wasn’t ready for what she was about to see next. On bringing out the contents in the envelop she saw pictures of teenagers her age, all wearing white hospital gowns with numbers tattooed by the side of their necks. Her dad had “X” some with a red marker, out of the 15 headshot and profile of teenagers only 6 had the “X” What does the X mean? Her hand trembled and her breath became shaky, she didn’t know or understand what she was looking at “Experiment 14_ Cole Meyers_ Chimera testing “X”

X smiles at her curiosity, "The tailfeathers are a sight to behold," Mr. X tells her in a gravelly voice. Ada shyly pushes his boxers down. The tailfeathers are done in a metallic ink and sparkle in reds, oranges, purples and greens. They are splayed out over his member and upper thighs. Ada takes in his dick. It's shorter than Duke but thicker. "Are you a virgin?" Mr. X asks. "No," Ada tells him.

Nodding my head as yes , I followed her to the infirmary and the nurse started to treat my woulds, "By the way, don't do that again" Tylor said out of nowhere , "Do what?" Unable to understand her , I asked in confusion, "Don't ever speak to Xavier in that tone , you're quite lucky he has boxing practice today or else I don't know, what would that guy do to you" She said as the fear was clearly visible in her eyes , just who is this Xavier anyway? "Why? What do you mean?" " 'Xavier Bass' he's a university's 'Big Bad' and if you want to study without getting yourself in trouble than you better stay away from him"

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“Shut up. She’s perfect.” “She’s both,” Xavier says from the grass, where he’s sitting cross-legged beside Taylon’s little blanket spread. He’s got one of her toys in his hand—a soft stuffed fox with oversized ears. He glances up at Tyler, smiling widely. “She’s your daughter. Of course she’s going to be terrifying.” “She’s going to eat her enemies alive,” Tyler says proudly. “She already does,” Landon mutters. And me? I just watch.

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.