Xaden Riorson Black Novels & Stories

He was the one who begged me to be his fake girlfriend and barely two hours into this arrangement he is suddenly confessing things like he actually means them and somehow I am the problem. A laugh slips out of me before I can stop it because this fucking bastard, it really is a thing with the Blacks, being unbelievably dense. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me, Kade Black, you’ve got to—” I cut myself off when I notice him pulling his shirt off, revealing blacked out tattoos across his chest and just as I expected full sleeves inked down his right arm. His body is lean and defined in a way that becomes impossible to ignore once he is no longer fully dressed and for a second my brain comple

she snarls, and the sound is sharp with irritation instead of seduction. Xander’s scent hits me a second later, cedar and bergamot, stronger than it should be because it’s laced with stress and anger. It’s so intense it makes my throat tighten with relief, because he’s here, and I’m not alone, and I’m not at her mercy anymore. “Alpha Xander Blackwood,” he says, voice controlled in that dangerous way that means he’s two seconds from violence. “And who the fuck are you?” She sneers at him.

“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

~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.

A deep grunt escaped my throat at the thought that she was also going to find out that I was her mate and would also perceive my scent. shit! I hissed and clenched my fist, bracing myself to reject her immediately; I wasn't worried about the pain because I was also planning to kill her. My name is Xander, the heir to the Red Moon Pack. Being the son of Alpha Xavier, I had to be more cruel than him, giving no space for romantic feelings, which do nothing other than make someone weak and act stupidly. Lena's POV.

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 wished the ground would open and swallow me alive. Xavier stood at the door, wearing all black and his shoulder length hair was a mess.I could tell that he had run his fingers through it a couple of times.He looked handsome just like always and I hated the fact that he made me moan his name while touching myself. I tried to resist touching myself but…I couldn't help it.The only image that occupied my mind was Xavier.I assumed that he was the one working on my pussy… His eyes trailed down my body from my face and I slowly pulled my legs together.I was wearing a black lacy bra which matched perfectly with the black lingerie.

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.