Novel & Cerita Xander Hector

" Xavier chuckles lightly in return. He then turn to the man next to Mrs Cutter after been released. Both gentleman doing a shoulder bump. Am identical grin splashed on their faces. I can't still believe I just referred to Xavier as a gentleman. I must be really loosing it. "And who is this lovely lady." Mrs cutter turns to me. "She's Pari, Xavier's date." Selena chirps before I got the chance to introduce myself. "You look beautiful." Mrs cutter gushed excitedly, arms wrapping around me like an octopus. "Thanks, Mrs cutter." At least some one appreciates my efforts in looking good, not like some people whose names begins with a X. "Call me Helena" Mr cutter smile cheerily. "Its nice to meet

Xander once told me he was the heir of the Montenegro Empire. Who is he marrying? “Oh, that’s Loraine Herrera. Gosh, I don’t like that girl. They say she’s pretentious and mean.” My eyes widened at what I heard. Loraine Herrera?! What the hell?! ****

His words were jumbled and staccato short. "Xander," the hooker said firmly. "My name is Alexander. Call me Xander." XXX

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.

Hunter: The road in was long and dumb quiet, the kind of quiet that tells you everything worth knowing has gone to ground. I kept the bike under the trees and moved on foot, boots chewing at the moss. Xavier’s words looped in my head: Find her before he does. Short, sharp, no room for mistakes. “Beta, are you sure that coming here is the right option?” One of the gammas, Brian, asked. “Are you going to question the Alpha, Brian?” I asked, and he shook his head.

Creed interrupted him “ Yeah, I actually spoke to grams and she helped me a lot. I can’t let what I did haunt me forever only because I won’t live forever. So we are going to move on from this and be okay..not just for ourselves but for our pack.” Taking in a deep breath and letting it out slowly I walk over to the dresser grabbing some clothes. Dropping my towel I start getting dressed. “ Charlotte!!” Alex yelled pushing Creed off the bed and onto the floor on the opposite side of the bed from the dresser.

"Xander, ~Now that you know the truth… As your savior, I could only wish one thing… … Please, let me go!~ -Hannah"

A deep grunt escaped my throat at the thought that she was also going to find out that I was her mate and would also perceive my scent. shit! I hissed and clenched my fist, bracing myself to reject her immediately; I wasn't worried about the pain because I was also planning to kill her. My name is Xander, the heir to the Red Moon Pack. Being the son of Alpha Xavier, I had to be more cruel than him, giving no space for romantic feelings, which do nothing other than make someone weak and act stupidly. Lena's POV.

I will be waiting for you at our usual spot. Forever yours, Xander. Xander? My mind immediately goes to the only Xander I know of: Xander Norton, the Eel leader who hates Estermond more than anything. Could it be possible for Grace’s Xander and Xander Norton to be the same man? My hands are shaking. It seems imposible and yet this Xander hated our society and thought Estermond was rotten, that sounds like an Eel to me. I can not believe what I am reading. I take the next photo and read the note written on the back.

The only thing keeping Alexandro grounded was the relentless pursuit of truth. Before he set sail again to search the eastern waters, he knew he had to learn everything he could. He had a name now—Maeron. A shadow of myth. A phantom whispered of in fear. If he was going to tear through the ocean to retrieve his wife, he needed to know who, or what, he was up against.