Novel & Cerita Xander Hector

Matteo leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms over his chest, the deadpanned look still on his face, “And how do you propose we go about finding a man who by all other knowledge was declared dead?” Xander’s lip curled up distastefully, “Do I look like some low life gangbanger to you?” He scoffed, “I’m the Don of the fucking Mafia.” He leaned back in his chair with an arrogant smirk on his lips. Xander’s confidence sparked something in Lorenzo, “I’m listening.” “Alright then…” Xander leaned forward and began explaining the plan to them. *** “Hey you.” Xander’s arms encircled Serenity’s waist as he came up behind her and dropped his chin on her shoulder to peek into the pot over her sho

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.

"Mr. Will, I have another secret to tell you. Hazel’s current boyfriend, the one who caused Damon to get jealous the other day, is Xander Knox. He's not a simple person." Xander had been low-profile since his return, and few knew about his background. Now that the HX branch hadn’t officially launched yet, even fewer knew about the company. "Have you heard of the HX Corp abroad? Xander is the head of that company. You see, Hazel isn’t in a rush right now, it’s because she has everything planned out." Though HX wasn’t fully established in the domestic market yet, Mr. Will, as someone involved in business, was quite familiar with it.

Otherwise, the Smiths would be finished! What sort of man was Xander? He was a criminal overlord of Cansington. He owned many more assets than the Great Four but was murdered easily. The Smiths were nothing close to Xander. “Useless.” He scolded Yoel immediately, “Hurry up and send David back home. Beg for mercy in person and make sure to get Thea’s forgiveness. No, I have to go in person…”

It can’t it be…… It can’t it be right? You didn’t know? Xander was her son. He’s half Gibbous, by the way. You didn’t know? Xander was her son. He’s half Gibbous, by the way. You didn’t know? Xander was her son. He’s half Gibbous, by the way.

Until she realized she had no way out. “Who are you?” Her trembling voice came out as a whisper. “No need to be afraid, Luna,” he said, taking a step forward, though hesitantly. “My name is Xander, and I’m not from this city.” Terror spread through her slowly as she wondered how he knew her name. He had the brightest blue eyes Luna had ever seen. His scruffy beard matched his golden hair perfectly. “How do you know who I am?” she asked, this time louder.

I yelled holding my stomach. Just like Xavier decided to listen to me he stopped, his mischievous face stared at my red face as he looked at his face in the mirror and arranged his hair. He flashed his killer smile then nodded in satisfaction. "Have the worst day, Candy" He said with a smirk on his face. Xavier threw his bag pack over his left shoulder as he jumped down from the truck and walked over to my side to open the door for me. His signature smirk was still on his face as helped me down then brought out his phone from his pocket.

They didn't add that the pack and nest were evil in the news, though. Oh, and if you're wondering, I do go to school. My name is David walker. My last name was fake. Of course, it's after Allice. And in the supernatural world, they don't know my name. They call me Xavier, the Black death. And if they knew, I wouldn't have been in school. In their eyes, I'm just a typical teenager that doesn't have a single clue about supernatural creatures.

Xander spat, a look of pure disgust maring his features. Xander is a model alpha. He is pure hearted and cares for his pack members like no other so for him to witness another alpha behaving this way is just something he can’t wrap his mind around. Alphas are meant to be protectors. The hero. Not the fucking villain. It was taking everything in Xander not to rip out Ezra’s heart and stomp on it but he was holding himself back, letting me take the reins and handle this. I appreciated him and loved his faith in me.

Some just looked up at the ceiling in blank stupor, as if they had already swallowed it. Something twisted painfully in Xander’s stomach. This wasn’t what strength looked like. This wasn’t what his pack was supposed to be. He was quickly approached by a senior healer who seemed to have been sufficiently exhausted from lack of sleep that her posture was stooped, and her eyes downcast. “Alpha,” the man greeted quietly, his voice hoarse but respectful. “Report,” responded Xander immediately, his expression paying no attention to the scowl that had come to his face as he tried to make himself into the commander.