Xander Jade Author Novels & Stories

"Nothing. Just time. Just continuing to choose each other every day." "I can do that." "Me too." Later, as we got ready for bed, Jaxon showed me something on his phone. "The publisher sent the final cover design." I looked. It was beautiful. Simple. Powerful. "ASHES TO EMPIRE: Breaking Free from a Legacy of Violence" by Jaxon and Isla Winters. Our names. Together as co-authors. "It's real," I said. "It's real. Just a few months until publication." "Are you ready?"

Sharriah said, watching as he frowned immediately at her words, her words might have hurt his ego, "I'm not a little lad, I'm fifteen, eight months, three weeks and six days old, I'm entering sixteen, and in three month, I turn to a full fledged hunter, but I kill rabbits and squirrels and other animals. So! Am not a little lad." The little lad said again, and she was surprised at how fast he spoke, "What's your name then?" Sharriah asked, wondering the kind of names dragons bear, maybe, something ancient, "My name is Xander, who are you, and what do you come here looking for."

The air around him was distorting, and it felt like anytime from now that it would snap at its seams. "I am the Author! I have the power to rewrite everything," Xander screamed, standing up and slamming his hand onto the book, "If you won't play your parts, then I'll burn the theatre!" He grabbed a heavy glass inkwell and raised it above the book. "If I spill this, the Deletion completes. There will be no past. There will be no future. Just nothing." "Darius, the book!" I lunged, but Xander flicked his quill, and a wall of solid black ink erupted from the floor, throwing me back against a crumbling bookshelf.

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.

It was an invitation. Xander sat cross-legged in the grass beside me, his shoulder pressed against mine. The intense, blinding white fire that had consumed the Author's desk had left his clothes singed and smelling of ozone, but the skin beneath his collar was cool. The charcoal heart on his chest remained quiet, a dark, permanent crest that no longer pulsed with the frantic rhythm of a system error. He looked at the blank page in the stranger’s lap, his eyes steady and clear. "We spent so long writing the laws of the escape," Xander said, his voice dropping into the quiet space between the crackle of the logs. "I don't think I know how to tell a story that doesn't have a price at the end of

May you be miserable forever and ever. When I finally walked through my apartment door, my body ached from exhaustion, and my mind felt numb. It wasn’t just the long hours at work or the weight of my responsibilities—it was him. Xander. The way he treated me. The way he made me feel so small as if I were nothing more than a disposable piece in whatever grand scheme he was playing, I had made up my mind never to let him discover my three treasures. If he discovered they were his children, how would he react — he can't kill them for sure.

I wore a white beige turtleneck, baggy jeans, and a black jacket along with white sneakers. "So what has been on your mind? I heard that Xander and Mattheo were about to fight in the library" Amber let out while taking a sip out of her iced coffee "I guess I don't know" I shrugged while taking a sip out of my drink as well "It's more of a question that hasn't been answered" I continued "what's the question" Amber asked, "whatever it's nothing, how's it going with Leo?" Xander Black POV:

Her legs became weak but she controlled herself from falling into him. " Why are you asking me that sir?" "Xander. Don't call me sir but Xander." "Xander. Why the questions?" She removed his hands from her waist. " Is something wrong sir... I mean Xander.?" The way he was looking at her body sent shivers to Ariande. Ariande had put on a tight ripped jeans and a crop top. Her attire exposed all her physique to Xander. " You are beautiful, Ariande. So beautiful. " Ariande smacked his shoulder.

Ivanna knew there was no going back, she was doomed. But she also knew he wasn't gonna kill her when he already knew her originality. But the young master Xander is erratic. Ivanna carefully turned around, her fingers squeezing tight to the scared Sarah. They were both doomed. "Young Master Xander," They both bent their heads, Ivanna out of confusion. Her shaky fingers weren't hidden from the young master's eyes, causing his smirk to grow further.

Hello everyone! Sumi-yaah here, the author of 'What Page Are You On, Mr. Male Lead'. First of all, I wanted to thank you for all your support so far. Without you all, I wouldn't have the will to continue this novel at all. On that note, look at our new cover I commisioned from @JEIJANDEE on i*******m. She is a great artist and brought out what I think Heather looked like! What do you think of our new cover?