Xander From Bunkd Novels & Stories

Xander chuckled softly hearing my reply, then while patting the back of my head very affectionately, he mumbled again in his honeyed tone, “Gullible girl. Gosh, why are you so cute Hazel!” Then in a swift motion, Xander stood up while carrying me in bridal style and continued again, “Let’s return to home then, my princess. This boring place is not at all a romantic destination for a couple like us.” “Ehhh! Put me down. Xander, you are still weak. Put me down right now,” I reacted in a worried tone but he didn’t bother to pay any attention to me at all, instead, he continued, looking in Ben’s direction, “It is good to see you here Ben and Galaxy. How are others doing? Are they ok or still und

I needed to make sure he understood the gravity of what was coming. Xander’s eyes narrowed, and he sighed, as if resigned to whatever fate was about to unfold. “They must be in New Village by now,” he muttered, his voice rough. “They are originally from Summer Strand, where I’m from. The plan was to scout all your places, take you out one by one.”

In just a few days, he was back in New York, when Lucas had told him what happened, they flew together to New York to meet Kane in his office. "This is not funny." Xander grinded his teeth, his demeanor changing, stiff as a rock, just the way they nicknamed him, "She's completely burnt half of my were-houses here in New York, and that note. She's playing with me." His hands fisted, his eyes growing red. Damn, he could literally hurt someone right now. His breath grew ragged.

It’s heartbreaking to hear and I feel my own tears begin to fall for the pain of those around me. After the service, Xander goes around, hugging family and friends. He introduces me to many people from the other packs, but most of their names went out of my head as quickly as they went in. Finally, he looks at me. “Are you ready to go home?” “Yes.” When we do, I see that Meadow and Tate are up and playing games with Penny and the sprites. “Go upstairs, I’ll be there in a moment,” I tell Xander. He nods and begins walking up the stairs.

He walked over and he was in front of me in a second. "Who are you?" His voice was deep and intimidating, far from what he looks like. I whimpered, "Xanthe..." The guy's forehead creased. "How do you know my name? I'm Sandy, and I'm asking," He took a step forward. "Who are you?" "Xanthe." I placed a hand on my chest. "Yes? What is it? Does your chest hurt?" I shook my head. "No, Xanthe is Xanthe." I tapped my chest twice while looking at his eyes.

He didn't want to know anything more about their family, except for the Butterfly company that was now his target. Xander shook his head in thought, when suddenly he heard a loud crash from the end of the road. He saw some people running towards the sound, it seemed that an accident had happened there. Although he is known as a super cold and cruel man, Xander's social spirit is still high among others. Xander ran towards the crowd, he saw a small boy lying on the asphalt with an open wound on his left leg. Blood gushed from the wound. Xander immediately peeked into the crowd and was about to help the residents without any action.

He made up his mind. He crouched and smiled at Norman who was scared shitless for his life. “Now, if I spare you, that won’t be fair to them, would it?” As Xander pointed his knife to the girls, Norman knew that it was a lost battle. Then he heard Xander’s calm but chilly voice in his ear. “I’m sure they begged you to spare them, didn’t they?” Xander didn’t let him turn his head back. He killed Norman as he knelt before him, looking at those he had killed.

I sat on her chaise lounge, leaned on her, and pressed a kiss against her lips. She opens her eyes. "Xander, you're back. Where have you been?" "I went for a meeting with Theo to ask him to join the war against my parents, and he agreed." "Oh, how is he?" "He's doing fine; he's happily mated, and his wife is pregnant with two pups." "I'm glad that he's happy and he will have a family soon; did he ask about me?"" I growled in annoyance, "Yeah, he wants to see you, bastards."

I reached home and found Xander waiting for me. . “Where the hell were you?”, He shouted, looking at me with concern. “I went to the restaurant and found that you had already left from there.” He added and then furrowed his eyebrow and nose. “You stink! Yuck.” . “Yeah! I am going to have a shower.”, I muttered and rushed toward my room. By the time I came back, Xander was waiting for me. I was about to open my mouth, but something else caught my attention. Xander was watching the news on TV and the reporter was saying about the mysterious killer, who sucked all the blood of the dead people. And the most surprising thing was those were those persons who were going to hurt me.

I inquired, my voice tinged with curiosity, occasionally unable to contain my amusement at his comical foolishness. "Stop your overthinking, big-headed girl. I'll whisk them away for a bachelor party. We'll have a night with strippers, leaving you behind," Xander declared, his laughter ringing with a hint of mischief. "You should revel in the company of these girls. Right from the start, I never quite fit in here. I'll rush to them, embrace them passionately, and then... I'll make a grand, self-destructive gesture, all for the sake of ensuring you have a blissful travel experience in Paris."