Xaden Casting Novels & Stories

Pull off every string between him and Kenzo. This time. He’s not living to tell the story. He would have killed him while he was still young, he hadn’t known he would grow up to be this strong. Zara came down from the stairs. Clan in her skimpy sleeveless pajamas. Her nipple shoot her out, and the pajamas could barely cover her thighs. Her footsteps were light, she walks with elegance and power. She was no doubt a beauty. “Dad?” “Zara darling. Be quick!”

“She’s seeing Marle as well as hearing her voice attempting to manipulate her into doubting her bond with Creed. The woman who has been appearing to her calls herself Arlen.” “Marlena,” Viktor elaborates. “I heard Father calling Marle that name when I was in Tiarin’s realm.” A growl of frustration reverberates through me. “So we were right with Cherie being her failsafe, but why would she want her to doubt Creed, though? Marle planned to resurrect Xamnir in my body. You’d think she’d want to do the same with Creed since he’s the Volkov Alpha.” I thought we had a handle on her plans. Was I wrong again?

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.

“Because if you keep talking, I might forget I’m just the cleaner and accidentally jam this dagger straight through your smug mouth.” That shut them up. The first guy blinked, startled. The second raised his hands in mock surrender, chuckling—but not as confident anymore. “You’ve got bite,” he muttered. “No,” I said, meeting his gaze. “I’ve got claws.” They moved on. Chloe whistled low. “Damn. That was hot.” I exhaled slowly, turning back to the rack, and nearly collided with someone already standing there. Xaden. Of course. He didn’t move. Just picked up a blade, fingers dragging along the edge of the steel. His expression was unreadable, but his eyes—silver-flecked, glacier-gray eyes—watch

Kaden says. He leads me into the bathroom, and I gasp. There are candles alight all around the tub. It definitely has a spa feel to it. I give him a kiss, and he leaves me to soak in peace. I strip and climb into the tub. I let out a sigh when the hot water relaxes my muscles and nerves. I already know that I will tell Zach that he and the others can talk with my father and brothers. I soak in the tub till the water starts cooling down. I climb out of the tub and wrap a towel around myself. I walk out of the bathroom but stop suddenly when I see Kaden lying on the bed in just his boxers. He isn’t looking at me, but I see a smirk spread across his gorgeous face. I walk over to the

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.

Kaden shakes his head, rising from his seat and turning to walk away after exchanging a firm handshake with the principal. As he walks out, he puts on his dark-colored shades and steps into the sunlight. The rays bathe him, casting a radiant glow on his figure. His gaze falls directly on her, and he takes a moment to observe her, his eyes scanning her from head to toe. Parting his lips, he speaks with a deep, alluring voice, "Go inside -" His voice carries a soothing quality that washes over her, instantly calming her nerves. In an instant, her stress and exhaustion seem to melt away, replaced by a profound sense of tranquility. She finds herself captivated by his presence, unable to tear he

He looked less like a doctor and more like a predator who had learned how to wear a tie. ​"I can't," I admitted, my voice trembling. "The 'Oxygen Debt' is humming. It feels like the air is thinning." ​Julian stepped closer, his hand hovering just an inch from the small of my back. He didn't touch me—he couldn't, not without triggering the Shadow in this crowded room—but his heat was a physical weight. "That’s not the debt. That’s the Board. They’ve saturated the ventilation with dampeners to keep the 'Gifted' guests from using their abilities. It makes the air feel heavy for people like us."

“Do you think she should go to school today? I mean with everything that just happened.” “Bethany would want to get this done and over with, she’d definitely not agree.” He, Allan, hummed in agreement before sighing and looking out the window. Charon, I think I liked that name better. By evening Allan pulled up in front of an enormous white gate, it was beautiful and had different designs on it. On our way here Caleb had pulled over for Allan to take over because 'he was dead tired'. A tall dark man came out to ask a few questions before waving his hands in the air.