Xander Hector Novels & Stories

around his neck…with a rope. What is he trying to do? Let Romeo know that he knows his true identity? If he lets him know, then Romeo will know that I tipped off someone else about his identity. “How’s the report?” I ask Xander immediately to distract him from glaring at Romeo. “Great.” He answers. His grouch disappears, but instead it is replaced with a sadist smile. “But it would have been better if our other member showed up.” He wasn’t looking at Romeo, but Romeo still flinches. “Who’s your friend, Hailey?”

“Xander, how did the last dose go? You seemed to have done what you said you wouldn’t do.” Xander only stared at the eldest among the brothers before looking away. “I have no choice. I lost sensation from the chest down. They just gave me a remote-controlled wheelchair to help myself. The doses worked for a moment hours after injection. I really want to believe the cure will fix me now.” He settled next to the long couch, closer to Brian. “Dad, I think his name is Brian Hopper, a newbie detective. He’s friends with Janelle, Delta, and Wolfram. Forgive him a bit.”

His father, Nicodemus Robert Saint, was a highly respected business man in Harlowe who owned half the town's properties, and it's been said he had ties to the mafia and had the police, government officials, and the town's people all in his pocket, although no one knows for sure but Xander uses his father's power to influence people. Xander is the heartthrob of campus with his dark wavy brown hair, emerald green eyes that hint mischief, strong, broad shoulders, a chiseled jawline that could cut you, and a sculpted eight-pack abs which shows through the tight-fitting uniform shirts he wears with a 'V' indent that leads downward. I have seen him with his shirt off plenty of times at Nate's. Aft

“Then what is it?” Xander fiddled with his hair, looking tormented. "Come on, Sir! I am Xander! Xander William!" Xander said tiredly, this time his gaze was fixed on Crystal. “It is not that I want to demean your daughter, but I am too good, almost like a God really, to even enter a contest just for a spoiled brat like her."

I tried not to sound as stupid as I looked a moment ago. He smiled. “Neither but I dare say I have heard a lot about you.” I blinked, my lashes fluttering up in curiosity. It's true. He called me Luna a while ago. “Hi, I'm Xander. The pack Gamma. Everyone calls me X.” “Xander,” I muttered, searching my head for any kind of familiarity. “I heard the Alpha's voice. Was he being prickly again?” he asked, his tone light. First time I was hearing anyone refer Damon as prickly.

Xander thinks for a moment, then says, “I don’t see it as being a criminal. I belong to the Mafia family, where we kill for each other.” The corner of his mouth lifts, and seeing the smile on his attractive face makes my heart skip a beat. “But, I want to be a Mafia Bratva Boss.” “The head of the bratva, Viktor, is a good man. I hope I can become half the man he is.” Xander’s eyes flick to mine again. “And there’s Alexie Koslov, Viktor’s godfather. The man is a legend and my hero.” A serious expression darkens his brown irises. “It would be an honor to die for them.” Tilting his head, he asks, “What do you have that’s worth dying for?”

"Doing something? Of course not at Least not yet. The only person capable of doing something is HIM. FATHER. I'm just surprised you are able to hang out with a lady with your condition, truly baffling. Since you have found a lady, I guess it isn't wrong to have fun with her for some time as long as you haven't forgotten the rules" "And what if I have?" "A quick reminder will set your brain right and father always knows how to do that" He said. The man before XANDER was known as Arturo. His father's right hand and loyal servant. "Father knows about this girl you seem to take a liking to and surprisedly, he hasn't ordered for her head yet. As you know the old man isn't getting any younger and

"What? What are you saying,beta? Xander is Indian, isn't that right, Maria?" My mom said smiling at Maria. What? How come...? "Yes, yes absolutely. Xander is Indian." Maria said grinning widely. Is she telling a lie? Wait...no Maria wouldn't lie about such a thing. I should listen to her first. "But how?" I asked confused. "Oh. Actually Xander's mother , Zara was Indian. Her father was Indian too." She explained. This whole time Xander was silent. Only his grip tightened on my waist, but not to the point of hurting.

His eyes were fixed on his assassin Alpha and his beta, he knew that it would be his part to become Alpha considering that Knox had no heir or family. “Who?” “The Lycan, his name is Alpha Alaric, and you can check for proof that I wouldn’t do it.” Alessandro said. His eyes were fixed on the assassins that cornered the grounds, and I took a deep breath, knowing that things were going to be exhausting on Aurora if she held onto the barrier for a long while. “We are in a war against the hunters…” “We always have been.” He said, stopping Alessandro. “Only this time we have the Lycan and one of the rogue packs. Lucius.” I said, looking at Ryker who frowned.

(Xander) I was happy when I saw everyone was already at the airport when I arrived. I counted all fourteen of my workers, including their families, which turns out to be twenty-three. it doesn't matter, though. I was just glad that everyone is here, especially Rachael. my god, I couldn't take my eyes off her for a minute. I got lost looking at the way her jet-black hair was down, which seemed to be the exact way her mother was. it seems as if she had gotten her looks from her mother because Rachael was the replica.