Xander From Bunkd Mga Nobela at Kwento

Xander stands up immediately picking up his jacket which he dropped on the couch before he begins the exit the sitting room. "Where are you going?" Xavier calls out. "I'll be right back." ~~~~

He's so big and tall and looks ready to crush anything he can get his hands on. So that sight of him holding a small and squirming bundle in a blanket takes me back. "Hello, Skylar." He says calmly. "My name is Xander. If it's alright with you, I have some questions I want to ask you. It's about your abusers... may I sit down and ask?"

"Are you ready for your present? I ain't waiting for the party. You look good though." I looked great, my blonde hair was curled into waves down my back, and my black dress was a tidbit daring with the 6 fingers above my knee but loose enough that uncle Marcus wouldn't throw me into an early casket. The ankle boot was my birthday present from my friend, Xander. I met Xander 3-years-ago. He was a new boy at the time and absolutely gorgeous. He was also partially Italian, although he didn't talk much about his upbringing besides his obsession with fast cars, which he got from his dad. He was one of the select few I didn’t scare away.

“Come on in guys.” Xander walks in first and immediately kneels down and says, “Nobody told me there would be dogs here! Hi guys, what are your names?” He says kneeling down to the floor, scratching behind their ears. “It’s cool, I guess I just don’t exist. That’s Kobe and Bear.” “Oh, you’re fine, I see you every day,” Xander says, still petting the dogs. Cade pulls me in for a kiss and says, “Hey baby girl.”

Xander lost and he was beaten to death. It was something that they had never expected! Who was Xander? He was the vice president of the Northmob Council, a big shot in his social circle who defeated countless renowned skilled fighters. He was so powerful that he could cause an earthquake with just a stamp of his foot. On the other hand, a big shot like Xander was actually beaten to death by Zayn in the meantime. Most importantly, Zayn was someone who had recently emerged over the past six months. Most people did not know him in the past.

Xander’s P.O.V. Xander, after getting to his family’s mansion where he has been living, took his bath, ate the meal that was prepared and given to him by his mother, and immediately left for Suzan’s mansion, where he hoped to talk out things with her and speak to her about the current situation of things on the ground, based on the news of those who hoped to fight and fall his technology empire. The moment he got to her mansion, he was welcomed with a warm kiss from her.

Xander ran towards the woods at the back of their house. He noticed Xavier’s silhouette there. He held the letter tightly in his hand, almost wrinkling it. “Vie!” Xander called, breathless. “We received an answer,” he added quickly. His usual deep voice was slightly high pitched from the excitement. Xavier emerged from between the trees wearing nothing but his work pants. His bare feet sank into the green moss. His hair was still wet from his swim in the lake.

Anita frowned and moved closer to him "I don't get why you and Alexa thinks that she is a liar, look at her.. so innocent and yet you bully her" *** Xander's black Maybach came to a halt in front of a building.. He glanced at the back to see the kid's wide smile, he stepped out of the car and came around to open the door for Kelvin.. Kelvin stepped out of the car with the aid of Xander.. Xander took a look at the building with a frown on his face.. "You live here?" Kelvin nodded and took his hand in his leading him into the building.. "Aren't you supposed to be in school? I guess you have an irresponsible parent"

… As I walked along the outer path of the territory, the crystal in my hand pulsed again, carrying a message from Jackson. “My car broke down on the way. I need you to wait for a bit.” I responded simply. “Alright.” I knew he could have just turn to his wolf form and come but he love keeping things cool like human. Jackson was my uncle Morgan Xander’s son, three years older than me, already twenty-seven, yet still uninterested in forming a bond with anyone. While I rarely returned to the main Xander household, I often visited Morgan’s home, because they had no daughter of their own and had always treated me as family.