Xander Hawthorne Novels & Stories

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.

Leo smiled evilly as he fixed his glasses on his face. “Mr. Xander Westwood is a really bad man who abandoned his family and treated the woman who birthed his kids like trash. I'd like to remain anonymous as I bring in more gist, more evidence coming soon”. He wrote a brief note and quickly closed the laptop and placed it in a hidden place. Meanwhile, Amanda was so engrossed in crafting a new design for her jewelry business when a knock from the door echoed….

“Either way, it looks like you’ll be staying with us for a while longer yet.” “That man... The one with dark hair who was sitting at the end of the table. He knows who I am.” Ethan runs a hand over his full lips, then leans back in his chair. “Aye. I think so too.” “Who is he?” His expression darkens. “His name is Blake. He’s the most dangerous male in the Kingdom of Wolves, and he has the power to either help us, or destroy us. There’s a feast tonight. I’ll speak with him then. And I need you to come with me.”

And then, I looked at Xander. He wasn't fighting. He was letting the ink swallow him, his eyes closed, his body ready to accept the liquidation because he believed his entire existence was a fraud. "Xander Thorne," I said, my voice cutting through the mechanical clacking of the rewrite. "I don't care about the First Draft."

He told himself, again and again, that it didn’t matter. That it couldn’t matter. By the time the wrought-iron gates of Lionel Hawthorne’s estate came into view, Xander had buried the flicker of hesitation deep enough to keep it from showing. The mansion loomed ahead, its stone façade cold and austere against the pale morning sky. Inside, the air smelled faintly of old leather, smoke, and expensive scotch. The butler, wordless as ever, led Xander down the hall to the massive study. The double doors swung open, and there he was His father

Panic flares hot through my chest, and a hysterical breakdown threatens to overwhelm me. If I weren’t scared out of my mind, I’d actually appreciate how attractive Xander is. He has longish, dark brown hair, and strands fall over his forehead, making him look like one of the bad boys Papa Rocky Ace always warned me about. His eyes are brown with golden flecks giving me the impression he’s a jokester. He’s not dressed in a suit like Olga’s other guards but is wearing black cargo pants, a black t-shirt, and boots. There are tattoos on the back of his hands running all the way up his forearms, where I can see his veins snaking beneath his skin.

, Xaver replied, chuckling slightly. Alexander was a sight to behold with daunting hazel eyes, golden hair sleeked back to perfection, high cheekbones and a quick easy smile for the ladies. A gentleman and a rogue. Perfect blend. "She's coming with me, by the way". "You didn't tell me Crystal was dead yet". Xaver narrowed his eyes, "She isn't. This charity event is business not pleasure and as my assistant, her presence is highly required". "Of course", Alex replied, "I'll bring Whitney then". Whitney was Xander's girlfriend of six years. She knew he literally walked around with his cock out but she stayed with him anyways.

He just asked his person investigator to find out everything about the Woods and about each and every person on that family just because he likes to be kept updated. "A woman like you could never satisfy me. Also, do not ever even think of insulting my wife or try to take her name from this filthy mouth of yours. Or you don't want to know what I'll do." Saying this, he walked away towards his peace, his rose. Xander was never a gentleman. He didn't care about anyone except his mother and grandpa until his Triantáfyllo came along. And when it comes to destroying people's lives, he did it happily. And he would do the same or even ten times worse to anyone who hurt his Triantáfyllo.

I personally didn’t see the fucking difference. Xander had dark brown hair and light brown eyes with flecks of honey. He was tall and muscular but on the leaner side than me. I towered over his 6’ 3” frame by a good 4-5 inches and was much, much wider and more muscular. I was a beast, the sheer size of me intimidating to everyone I have ever encountered. And I liked it that way.

I yawned and took the phone on bed. "Oh you sound tired get some rest you're gonna give me the deets tomorrow okay!" Cherry said and hang up. I switched off my phone and and fell asleep immediately. Xander put the cigarette on the ashtray and stood up with his hands on his pockets. He kept thinking about what happened at the restaurant. "I thought she wasn't smart but.." He chuckled as he recall what she told Debris. "She's different" He mumbled and pours himself a glass of whiskey. ***