Xaden Riorson Black Novels & Stories

There is another tattoo on his shoulder, but I can't make out what it is from this far away, His tank top and bag were on the floor. Even from this distance, I see his piercing green eyes flashing at me. My throat runs dry, despite myself. He looks like a Greek god. He smirked at me when he saw me staring at him and turned away to do some pull-ups. Xander Black POV: I usually come to the gym now and then to burn off some anger, but sometimes now and then Ms. bitch ass would be here. I was doing some deadlifts while hearing a playlist but currently playing was "16 Shots" by Stefflon Don it was my favorite song in the playlist called "Tequila Sunrise" it's my all-time go. But when I turned my

~Introduction to the Male lead~ Name: Zion Black Knight. Age: 19 years. Lives in: Manchester. A British national. Height: 6.1ft, Fair skin, black eye. He is a high schooler. He is somebody that can't be restrained or tamed. The child of world's best and richest businessman, Andrew Black Knight. The one who brought the renovation in the entire IT industry. He is rich, handsome and intelligent with a photographic memory. Perfect in every way.

I whimpered, and he stared at me like a real mad woman in the trashcan, "Xavier is more powerful than Xander. He is Xander's father and has numerous guards and dark magic. He sits on his throne in the Red Moon Pack's Royal Chamber and rarely comes out unless he is about to go to war. How on earth do you think of killing him in your entire life!!!" Hutton growled, gritting his teeth in fury. I bowed my head to the ground, reminiscing about his words. He was right: how would I ever kill Xavier? I won't gain access to him freely without losing my life!!!

What the heck did Sarah hope to achieve by doing this again—to both of us this time? “T-Try to hold out as long as you can, Xaden,” I pleaded weakly, knowing I was asking a lot from him at the moment. “I’m trying… but, God, Maeve…” he groaned longingly, clenching his fists against the door, knuckles turning white, “you smell so fucking good…” In any other circumstances, those words would have made me blush, but instead, they filled me with fright. Xaden was one of the most powerful Alphas in the entire kingdom. If his drug-induced heat took complete control over him, then there would be nothing anyone could do to stop him.

I grabbed his pants, struggling to release his arousal, but froze at the knock on the door. "Who the hell is that?" Xaden barked. "Get the fuck off! I'm busy." He shouted. The knock persisted. "I'm sorry to disturb you, Khaun, but you"ll want to see this." Xavier called out. Releasing me abruptly, Xaden pulled up the zipper in his breeches and grabbed a shirt. I also, I quickly fumbled for my chemise, patting my wild her in place as I quickly wore a dress and slipped my feet into my turnshoes.

Aiden is part of Blackmarsh now, and so are both swords. Reese twitches the cloth out of the square and retreats outside the line, facing across from Black’s second. Aiden steps back into one corner, wisely keeping his eyes on his opponent. His weight is over his toes. He’s shed his jacket and teeshirt, leaving him bare to the waist. He’s not bulging with muscle, like Black, but there’s lean strength to him. He’s obviously no couch potato, now there’s no cloth hiding him. Black strolls into the opposite corner, wearing his arrogance like armour. He’s shirtless too, a gleaming, bronzed cross between a swimwear model and a bodybuilding contestant.

The shift in the air, a heaviness in my chest, they all made sense. The crowd parted like the sea itself bowed to him as he walked towards the forefront and stood. Alpha Ryker Blackthorn. Tall, powerfully built. Dressed in pitch-black leathers that fit like they were tailored to wrap around death itself. His hair was midnight-dark, tousled like he hadn’t slept in days, and his eyes, gods, those eyes were carved from winter. No warmth, no flicker of curiosity, just ice and piercing. He was beautiful, sinfully handsome.

They would have nothing else if they missed it. The Xanders thoroughly took the advice to heart. *** Adrian stopped speaking to them afterward. He pulled out his phone as he drove to place a call to Wyvern Peak’s headquarters in Azure Creek. As soon as the call was picked up, he said, “Look up a man named Benson Xavier, and call me back in ten minutes with the information.” “Yes, sir.” Riley looked toward Adrian in astonishment and quickly placed her hand on his. She said, “Adrian, are we really going to see him? I…I’ll feel so embarrassed.” Her face blushed scarlet.

The one Xaden had called Rodney, a quite talkative man who seemed tightly involved in the military, spoke. “Yes.” Xaden’s hand went closed around my breast and he idly squeezed the mound, pinching and tugging at my nipples while I squirmed and cringed on his lap. “Doesn’t he have another daughter My Lord?” “He does.” Xaden scrunched up his nose, an arrogant, disdainful expression on his face. “I didn’t like her. Looks too much like the old git. Horse face and all.” He grinned, still clutching my breasts without even looking at me. Like I was some sort of idle toy for him to play with. I burned with humiliation.

Osisiakalaka was standing barefooted in the verandah of his shrine when he began to feel dizzy. He drained half of the gourd of palm wine in one gulp, grimacing at whatever special flavour the woman in his shrine had filled it with. There was a deadening clunk of wood on wood, and the woman inside the shrine vibrated as the gourd fell from his grip and hit the table. A pulse ran through his skull. Osisiakalaka turned his head, eyes drawn to the palm wine, spattered on the floor. The woman inside his shrine brought a rag and asked for his permission to clean the spilled contents, he allowed her with a stretch of his hand.