Xander Hawthorne Novels & Stories

I went inside and bowed a little to the director and greeted him sweetly, "Good Morning, Director. Why did you call me?" "Meet him, he is Mr. Xander Walters." My director said, his hand gesturing toward the man. My eyes went wide when I heard his name. Woah! I knew who Xander was. It wasn't like I met him in person before. No, I never really got a chance to meet him from close but I had heard a lot about him through newspapers and my colleagues. He was one of the most renowned billionaires in our town. When I got a treat of his face, I was spellbound. Though there were bruises all over his body, he looked so handsome. I felt a shiver running down my spine when his eyes were deeply bored into

I miss you badly. Sincerely, Your Xander.

I pointed out quietly. "Touché. But I did it for a bet. Him? Who knows—maybe he *is* the dog." I laughed, almost forgetting the storm still churning inside me. Until—through the crowd of passing students—I saw *him*. Xander. He descended the library steps, dressed in a black jacket and a gray scarf wrapped around his neck like armor. His gaze stayed fixed ahead, unwavering. And when we were just a few feet apart, there was no smile. No nod. No acknowledgment that we had ever shared a night, a pain... a secret.

With that said, Xander walked away. Ethan can feel the dominating power radiating off of Xander. Once back home Xander went straight to the minibar in his study. Pouring himself alcohol he drank it in one go before letting out a low growl as that bitter thing burned his throat. He got a mate! A fucking mate! And she was none other than that shy girl.

He won't want to mention names to avoid being kicked out of the table. Instead, he stretched his arms out to the vain man in front of him, still searching for what his sister saw in him anyway, and with a satisfied smirk watch the awe in his eyes at the gesture. "I'm the Xavier Salvador. Nice to meet you," Brian met his shake enthusiastically while Melissa watched the exchange with a sardonic smile.

168 Hazel Swallowing hard, I took steps towards where Xander, the man of my life argued childishly with Connor and Seth about who would teach his nephew to fight and I wanted to laugh because how would he argue when it's time to know who would teach his own child to fight.

The first man, sensing her indifference, left without another word. Moments later, the younger man approached, sitting close beside her. His voice dropped to a husky whisper as he asked, "Are you interested?" Elara stayed silent, leaning in so close their faces nearly touched, then twirled the glass in her hand with a sly smile before pulling back. The man’s eyes roamed over her, taking in every curve. He slid his arm around her waist, pulling her closer as he whispered, "I’m Xander Hawke . And you, sexy?" Elara met his gaze and, in a sultry voice, said, "I’m Elara."

As I turned, I just happened to bump into someone, causing me to drop my Physics book to the floor. My eyes rolled to the heavens. Have I been cursed with cliche plots!? What the f*ck is this?! "Oh. Sorry." The guy in front of me said and he bent down to pick it up. But even as he kneeled, I could still see his face. He's Xander Andrew Lewis. The Vice President of the student council. He's known for being the hot one with his messy black hair and light blue eyes. Xander is also known for his happy go lucky attitude and his charming smiles. On the plus side, he's very athletic. Even way better than Sheen. Unfortunately, he doesn't sign up for the team. Some say that he is overqualified to be

A man who never dated, never smiled, never let anyone close. I should have let it go. Should have laughed at the absurdity of it all and gone to sleep. But curiosity is a cruel mistress, and mine was wide awake at 2 AM. I grabbed my phone. The screen glowed too brightly in the darkness, making me squint as I typed the name into the search bar. **Xander Black.** The results loaded instantly. And my world tilted on its axis. **Alexander "Xander" Black: CEO of Black Enterprises**

“Sorry, Mr. Griffin. I spoke out of turn.” Xander’s lips curled into a self-satisfied smirk. He was pleased with himself and prouder than he usually felt. Here, in this part of the world, he was king—unchallenged, above reproach, and feared by the Aeolus House. “This is the first time you’ve made this mistake, darling, so I’ll let it pass,” he said, his animosity ostensibly removed. He sized her up with lewd eyes and added, “My God, you’re a bodacious woman! My son, Hanson, has his eyes on you, sweetheart. When the Great Hunt is over, let us set up a date for you and my son.”