Xander Hawthorne Novels & Stories

It was unfortunate it was only a dream. I picked up my phone and started to stalk his handle. Xander Black. There was not much to see on his profile and it had not been updated in a while. I admired his photos and secretly saved a few. He said to stay away from him but it didn’t mean I wasn’t allowed to have pictures of him. As I continued to scroll down, I noticed a familiar name that liked all of his older pictures.

I said. I turn to walk away from him but he grabs my wrist and stops me. "Alexa, Xander is not the kind of person you'd date. He's a monster and he's killed many innocent people!" I narrow my eyes at him, why is he defaming Xander this way? Like there's some kind of grudge between them? Is Brett really a wolf hunter? "Xander, isn't someone you should mingle with, what's more having him as a boyfriend!"

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 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.

"And your height?" "Six feet and a quarter inch." She squinted, clearly calculating his proportions. "College?" "Yes," he said without hesitation. "Wellington Institute of Technology. I majored in Artificial Intelligence." Lena clicked her tongue, her expression practically screaming what a waste. "AI's a big deal these days," she said, her tone slightly snarky. "This is just a side job," Xander said smoothly, throwing me for a loop. Wait, what? He had a solid career and moonlighted as a male model in a nightclub?

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.”

"This is our first time meeting, but I know a lot about you." "Can you tell me of the things I’ve done in the past?" "Sure." Cian started, "You're Adrian Xander, a man from Swallowston. Your father was Henry Xander. He died due to a conspiracy many years ago. Later in life, you avenged him. "Your wife's name is Samantha Cowell. You both live at One Jewel Road in Swallowston. The two of you have a daughter called Nova.” Adrian nodded and gestured for Cian to continue, and the latter told him a lot of things.