Xander Jade Author Novels & Stories

Wendy’s voice carried from upstairs: “What is happening? Who gave him that?” Xander opened the letter, instantly blanching. It was a handwritten letter from the boy’s supposed mother, saying she needs child support and the world deserves to know his son. *** Freya’s apartment hummed with the satisfaction of control. Every character was reacting exactly how she had anticipated. Xander was scrambling. Flourish was fuming. The Savage family was losing their calm. She leaned closer to the screen, a mischievous glint in her eye, and typed her next tweet from the fake Savage family account:

he's already gone out the door. I didn't know how I feel about Xander. He hasn't said much to me, but he's been doing a lot. He's gotten me food, clothes, and also my poem book. He told me how he read it and saw that it was completely full. So he went to the store and bought me a brand new one. This one had a black leather cover with a wolf engraved in it. I mean yeah it's cool, but I still didn't feel good about him. A part of me is expecting this to be all fake. If it was...I'll run away. Far away. I'll run and find my brother.

The warm water felt great, erasing the dust on my walk through the pack, relieving my aching muscles. After changing into a comfortable cream-colored dress, I stepped out of the bathroom feeling much lighter. When I entered the bedroom, I found Xander sitting near the window. His dark hair was damped from his own shower. He lifted his gaze from the book in his hand. "There you are." I smiled. "What are you reading?" He carried out the heavy hardcover book. "I found this in Father's old library." As I walked over, curiosity sprung to life in me. "It's about the history of Nightmare Pack."

He fell to the ground with a loud thud, undeniably dead from that one attack. Everyone was shocked when they saw this. Jaden turned to look at Adrian fiercely. ‘He’s the one who threw that pen!’ At that moment, Adrian was already seated upright with the file removed from his face. Yet, he still seemed as calm as ever, which left Jaden shocked. Hydra had also noticed Adrian as he said, “I wasn’t expecting for there to be another veteran here. What’s your name?” Adrian smiled and leaned back into his chair. “My name is Adrian Xander. Some people know me as Draco.”

Drake demanded. Emily gave a small shake of her head. "I won't look." "Come on, Emily," he said as she looked at him. Always keep in mind that the alpha is a werewolf with a short fuse. Leia recited the line in her head. "No, Leia, you need to be quiet. " Just get out of my head and quit reading that book already!" She growled at her wolf companion.

"Huh! Then what? You'll withdraw your plans with us and tell Xander everything?" "No, I will discover it myself. The things that led me to this pit, the root cause of my pain, my anger, my truth, and my justice have nothing to do with yours. Let's have separate ways, Clyde," she pressed and the man only looked at her with such disappointment. "And one thing, I will ask you to do only one thing, know who your true enemy is," she ended and went out of the bar, leaving Clyde behind. . "I will be the one organizing the foundation anniversary," Xander announced to Jameson. He called him to the office just now to say that.

I am so nervous about him coming here tonight, nervous about us being around other people that isn’t in a school setting. Zander smirks and lifts his hand to touch my arm as if he could feel the nerves rolling off me. Tingles dance on my skin where he touched me. I see his eyes go dark, and a gold rim formed as Jace pushes forward. I feel Kia moving forward in response to her mate.

“And the lad really came alone? I don’t know if I should say he’s too proud or wildly arrogant.” “I think he’s genuinely got a death wish! Xander Griffin is the vice president of the Northmob Council, with unfathomable power. He was crowned the best hunter last year and I still remember how Xander slapped a brown bear that weighed a few hundred kilos to death during the hunt. His strength strikes fear in every man! Zayn has met his match this time…” “What do you mean by ‘met his match’? He’s going to die for sure.” “What a waste that Zayn is still so young and capable. Why did he have to take things so seriously and offend Xander?

Never let the expectations of others convince you that your soul is anything less than magnificent. A heavy, familiar footstep sounded on the floorboards behind her. The door to the writing room creaked open, letting in a draft of cooler air from the hallway. Aria did not turn around. She felt the immediate, enveloping warmth of her mate before he even placed a hand on her shoulder. Xander stepped up behind her wooden chair, his broad, solid chest pressing gently against her back. He wore a simple cotton tunic, his dark hair sleep-mussed, but his golden eyes were alert, clear, and completely focused on her.

--- I stood by the window of our penthouse, watching the city stretch into the horizon like a living, breathing dream. The nursery was nearly done. Pale sage walls, wooden furniture, hand-painted stars on the ceiling. We didn’t know the gender yet—we wanted to be surprised. But I already loved this tiny human more than I thought possible. A soft knock pulled me from my thoughts. Xander. He stepped in, hands in his pockets, looking more casual than I’d seen him in days. Gray hoodie. Sweatpants. Barefoot. "You okay?" he asked. I smiled. "Yeah. Just... thinking."