Xander Jade Author Novels & Stories

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"Kalyssa, talk to me!" "I'm trying, but all you want to do is yell!" I set the grimoire on the counter so nothing would happen to it. He pinched the bridge of his nose to calm himself. Then he looked into my eyes, his lips forming a straight line. "Kalyssa, I understand that you want to know more about your people. But maybe he's not who he says he is." "Xander—" "Kalyssa, think about it!" He let out a long, calming breath. "He just shows up here and says he's an Arctic Wolf-Witch Hybrid! With everything that's going on with Balista right now, it just seems a bit too convenient for me."

Zion said when Xander came out of the room. Xander was wearing a grey suit with a black shirt with the first two buttons opened revealing his nice toned chest, he wasn't a fan of ties so he never had one, his black hair was combed to the back although a few strands fell over his forehead making him look like his face was sculpted by God himself. "Whatever...are you coming or are you gonna sit your lazy ass there?" Xander asks. "Just because I'm not a workaholic like you, doesn't make me lazy," Zion smirked.

I miss you badly. Sincerely, Your Xander.

Yet, as the dream hung in the balance, a new figure emerged on the periphery of the moonlit clearing: Xander, the former Alpha of the Red Moon Pack, and also Chastity's mate. In a surge of determination, Xander leaped into the dream, his presence a testament to the unbreakable bond that tethered him to Chastity. The trio—Dylan, Chastity, and Xander—standlocked in a tableau of destiny, the threads of the dream weaving a tapestry that transcended the boundaries of the subconscious.

“Because I’m a fucking coward. Because if I admit I love her, it becomes real. And if it’s real, then she can be taken from me. Like Mom was. Like Britney.” Ethan’s face hardens. “You’re not that boy anymore, Xavier. And Audrey’s not your mother. She’s a fighter. She survived shit that would’ve broken most people.” I nod, jaw clenched. “I know. But I also know Brandon’s still out there. And my father’s breathing down my neck with this engagement bullshit. Honestly, I feel like I’m drowning in every direction.” Ethan grips both my shoulders now, forcing me to look at him. “Then stop letting them drag you under,” his voice is harsh as he speaks. “You’re Xavier fucking Kingston. You’re the best

Xander places a hand on my shoulder, and I let him take over, albeit reluctantly. "Fine. You win, Xay. Tell us what's stressing you? This is unlike you. Unlike Beverions." "Nooo," he whines, obviously high up in the clouds, "You're my favourite. Don’t nag and act pregnant like he does—" "Xay, we don't do drugs." Xander’s face is hard stern that you'll almost think he's way older than us. "Think about your health." Xaden bites his bottom lip. His tongue's tip darts out impatiently as he hides his hands in the pockets of his hood sweater.

I took a deep breath, savoring the familiar fragrance of bergamot and vanilla. Even though I knew who was standing there, my hand still turned the doorknob. I made eye contact with Xander, whose eyes were a striking shade of red. I had expended a significant amount of energy throughout the day, making it difficult for me to resist the pressure and intimidation that accompanied his presence. I felt a shiver down my spine. "No energy to yell at me?" Xander asked with a crooked smile. He was wearing a two-button-down white shirt, black pants, and a leather jacket. A belt of daggers peered from his waist. Not that I cared too much to look in that direction.

"Xander, this is Elena Beckhoff. My editor." Xander grinned. So this was the woman making Kennedy's book a reality. "Pleased to meet you." Elena shook his hand, giving him a once over from head to toe before looking back to Kennedy. "You ever considered writing romance? Because, girl, you've got some excellent book fodder right here." Kennedy beamed at him. "I really do. If only she knew. "Xander's the sheriff here in Stone County." "Interim," he corrected. He'd stepped into the role right after his father's heart attack.

The family of Westwood went to the office with their friends majestically. They were soon greeted by Xander, who was already waiting for them at the office. “You are finally here. And why the fuck did you bring this cripple here? Well, the wheelchair suits him better. He will learn to keep his shit low.” Xander said and pointed at Jade. Everyone chuckled, knowing that he was just reading Jade. “I'm not a fucking cripple. Moreover, I'm in this fucking wheelchair because I get to be with my baby after this meeting.