Xander Hawthorne Novels & Stories

The driver’s face was swollen up from the beating, and he stared at Kayson viciously as he replied, “Logan Zabinski.” Kayson nodded and said, “I heard from Mr. Walton Sr. that you said I’ll die if we don’t release you? Who do you work for?” Logan stared at Kayson and replied, “I work for Mr. Xander Campbell!” Kayson did not know him, but Bradley frowned and said, “Xander Campbell? When did we offend him?” He then explained to Kayson, “Xander is a famous entrepreneur in Clouspring. He has many companies under his name, and all of them are large corporations.

He walked towards the Alpha, Xander. "You must be travelers since you don't smell like rogues. I'm Alpha Cole St Collins of the St Collins pack, can someone please tell me what the hell happened here?" Xander squared his shoulder. He is the same height with Cole 5.8ft. He walked towards him cautiously. "Alpha Cole, I am Xander Valsher , son of Alpha Mathew Valsher from Valsher pack in Arkansas this here are my pack mates. My mate Lydia, my brother Thomas and my sister Melissa, my friends Adrian and Carl.

his gaze pinned me like a dagger “…bears your hand, Luna Mia.” The chamber erupted. Gasps. Growls. Wolves shifting restlessly, whispers darting like blades. I froze, blood roaring in my ears. “That’s not true,” I managed, my voice trembling despite my effort to sound steady. But before I could say more, another voice smooth, venomous cut through the storm. Xander. He stepped from the crowd with the lazy swagger of a wolf who thought himself untouchable. His dark hair fell across his eyes, a glass of whiskey dangling carelessly in his hand. But his gaze…his gaze burned only for me.

Damien asks, he must have seen my terrified face. I nod, “Yeah, I’m good.” “Uhm okay, this is my best friend Max,” he says proudly. “Oh, it’s so nice to meet you, Max, Damien has said so much about you,” I reply, shaking his hand. “You too, Mr Forsythe,” he smiles back. “Oh no, please call me Xander,” I say, “When we are outside of course.” “Well, I’ll be in the car,” I say, and I scurry away to the car, X is standing outside on the phone and Charles is inside playing Candy Crush.

Instead, I smiled. "Karen Hunter, Mr Wilde's new assistance." I introduced myself, and he smiled. " Robert Wilson, Wilde's stylist," he said and shook my hand. "I love your haircut. It suits your face. I hope we get to hang out sometime?" Robert winked, handed me his card and he walked away. I hurried to Oscar's office to wait for him. Unfortunately for me, he was already there, and he wasn't pleased to see me. "You are late, Hunter," He said in a very condescending tone.

“When we raided the witches' coven, we found a book about the soul stone. The name beside it was Nathaniel. There are plenty of Nathaniels in this country, but if this one is truly a vampire, he could be planning to steal that girl’s soul. Or who knows what else he is planning with that stone? We can’t allow him to keep it and trap someone inside it.” I couldn’t imagine someone or something being so evil as to trap someone’s soul so they could never move on and be at peace. The vampire and human servant I watched and listened to seemed like an average couple. They didn’t interact with people except for their one maid and a delivery man sometimes. And that was only the woman, Victoria. She wa

A long wooden table covered in maps and tactical pawns dominates the room. Six men sit or stand at various points along the table. My Goddess-damned mind will only focus on one. At the far end of the table from his father, Xander looks up as we walk in. His auburn hair is braided back away from his face like all Tansy Beach men, revealing sharp cheekbones and lips I have held between my teeth. Vividly red lips. Far redder than I remember. In fact, he looks pale, like he’s spent every second of these last three weeks inside without sleeping.

“Sir, I am not thinking of anything. I do not have any place in your life enough to meddle in it. There is no need to explain your relationship to me. That is absurd.” “And I have decided that I want to, and I have to make things clear to you.” His persistence was beginning to irritate Nina. She held his gaze with a stern look in her eyes. “I just told you now. I Am. Not. Interested.” She emphasized. Xander acted like he had gone deaf and leaned towards her instead. “I don’t intend to back down until you hear me out. I am not dating Dawn. She is a long-time friend I have known before I ever met you. And she can be extra sometimes. She came by my house saying her dress had been stained and ne

Benjamin and Grace looked up. To their surprise, they saw Xander standing there. He wore a black coat and looked dashing in the bustling atmosphere. Grace instinctively stood up and asked, "Xander, why did you come here?" Xander didn't answer her. Instead, he spoke to Benjamin. "Mr. Hawkins, you're in the way." Benjamin's long legs were stretched out, blocking Xander's path. He didn't retract them immediately. His presence was just as imposing as Xander's.

Nolan: The knock on my office door came just as Alessandro left, thankfully before I said something I’d regret. I didn’t look up. Though the tension within the pack was not one that I did not notice, whoever came had masked their scent. Still, I knew that no one would be foolish to come and make a mistake like this one within my own grounds. “Enter.” The door creaked open slowly, and in walked Elder Mathew, ever regal in his pressed robes, his salt-and-pepper beard trimmed, posture impossibly upright. His presence always carried the weight of tradition. Of expectations. Of judgment.