Xander From Bunkd Novels & Stories

“Xander, how did the last dose go? You seemed to have done what you said you wouldn’t do.” Xander only stared at the eldest among the brothers before looking away. “I have no choice. I lost sensation from the chest down. They just gave me a remote-controlled wheelchair to help myself. The doses worked for a moment hours after injection. I really want to believe the cure will fix me now.” He settled next to the long couch, closer to Brian. “Dad, I think his name is Brian Hopper, a newbie detective. He’s friends with Janelle, Delta, and Wolfram. Forgive him a bit.”

Xander places a hand on my shoulder, and I let him take over, albeit reluctantly. "Fine. You win, Xay. Tell us what's stressing you? This is unlike you. Unlike Beverions." "Nooo," he whines, obviously high up in the clouds, "You're my favourite. Don’t nag and act pregnant like he does—" "Xay, we don't do drugs." Xander’s face is hard stern that you'll almost think he's way older than us. "Think about your health." Xaden bites his bottom lip. His tongue's tip darts out impatiently as he hides his hands in the pockets of his hood sweater.

Xander had his two hands raised up in surrender, but he kept his eyes fixed on Richard, watching his every move. “Call off your men, and lay down your weapons before my feet.” He let out proudly, feeling victorious. Xander glared at him, refusing to do as he asked. I know he’s watching closely, waiting for a chance to strike and rescue me from Richard. He was only being careful because my life was at stake. One wrong move from him and Richard would snap my neck and run off into the woods, trying to get away from him.

He looks down on him while his hands are in his pocket. Anthony, as Xander calls him, looks a little intimidated, but he impressively holds his ground. “You know me, but I don’t know you. Who are you?” “Xander Luis.” He answers coldly. “I was wondering about my brother’s weird behavior, but I never once expected that it would be about bullying.” Xander sounds so remorseful that I could almost see him flare up in anger. He takes a threatening step forward, which makes the kids flinch nervously.

But don't worry we'll be your friends from now on. Xander spoke in a sweet voice as he extended his right hand forward. Evelyn looked at him nervously. He then took her hands and did a handshake. Xander: I am Xander Knights. Brandon jerked his hands away and shook hands with her. Brandon: Myself Brandon Tate. But you call me Bear. He spoke as he flashed her his beautiful box smile and made a cute face. Xander look at him with a disgusted face. Xander: Don't do that, you look terrible.

"Julia." Xander picked up a boy he had Blonde hair green eyes, maybe five, six, he looked nothing like Xander. "Knox, this is Bane. Bane this is your uncle Knox." Xander introduced. I smiled. " hi Bane." I waved at him. He waved back. "Hi." "Okay, now tell your uncle goodnight, and that you will see him at dinner next Friday." Julia told Bane, he shook his head. But obeyed. "Bye uncle, see you at dinner." Bane told me before Julia picked up and carried him upstairs. I turned to Xander after Julia was far enough away. "How old is he?." "Eight." Xander said. I didn't say anymore about it, but something wasn't right. I just had to do some digging.

Xander had known about Shawn's identity a long time ago, which was why he had been so confident. "Be careful. Don't let Benjamin's people's find them." … When Grace's plane took off, Xander had just finished getting a third IV drip of glucose. Someone pushed the door open and entered. "Even the mighty Mr. Fulton can get sick." It was Dexter. He looked amused. Xander plucked out the needle and covered the entry wound with a cotton bud. "What a rare visit from you, Mr. Hamilton. It seems like you'll be interrogating me today."

I inhale a deep breathe only to exhale a grieving sob. I'm never going to see my mama again. A strong hand touches my shoulder. I get such a big fright that I almost fall into the water, but the hands grab my waist, "Be careful!" It's a boy. I look up only to see dark brown eyes. So dark, they look black. "W-who're you?" I hesitantly ask. "I'm Xander, son of Alpha Nightwalker. We came to your mother's funeral." I nod understandingly. "Why are you here?" I asked softly.

Otherwise, the Smiths would be finished! What sort of man was Xander? He was a criminal overlord of Cansington. He owned many more assets than the Great Four but was murdered easily. The Smiths were nothing close to Xander. “Useless.” He scolded Yoel immediately, “Hurry up and send David back home. Beg for mercy in person and make sure to get Thea’s forgiveness. No, I have to go in person…”

They don’t get to be rude and treat me like a toy they don’t want to share, so they can learn to act like decent people or suffer. Xander flops next to me, but wisely keeps a visible distance between us. We eat and talk, Sierra joining in the conversation. Eventually the guys resign themselves to the fact that I am going to include Xander and join us. Once we all started talking and relaxing it was actually fun. Xander is a mix of Dakota and Sam, but has Cam’s responsible oldest child vibe. I really need to ask about his younger siblings.