Xander Sanders Novels & Stories

Hunter grunted, obviously not impressed with what the man was doing. "Baby, this person is-" He didn't finish because the person to be introduced didn't allow him do the Introduction. "What he wanted to say is that I am Xander Arenas, xander as in short for Alexander." He took my hand and placed a kiss on it in an impressive way, before he raised his face up to give me smile. "And you are?"

He's so big and tall and looks ready to crush anything he can get his hands on. So that sight of him holding a small and squirming bundle in a blanket takes me back. "Hello, Skylar." He says calmly. "My name is Xander. If it's alright with you, I have some questions I want to ask you. It's about your abusers... may I sit down and ask?"

Evelyn's POV "I, Alpha Kyle Turner, reject you, Evelyn Sanders, as my mate." Alpha Kyle hoarse voice boomed in my ears making me freeze on my tracks, his voice laced with disgust. Crack! A cracking sound resounded inside my body and I felt as if a part of me was forcefully torn and taken away. My wolf howled in pain but there was nothing I could do about it. Tears flowed down my face as the pain became immeasurable, increasing with each second to the point I was unable to tolerate it. I could care less about the gazes on me. I was already used to it.

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

She sipped her white wine and then she decided to ask Xander some personal questions. Clearing her throat she asked " will you mind telling me about yourself and family?". He nodded his head" of course not". I'm Xander. Xander Ethelwulf, I'm 27 years old, I was raised by My very strict single father after we lost my mother to an accident and I have no siblings, he lied. Clara notices the change in his expression at the mention of his mom's death and she feels bad for bringing up painful memories,and she tries to apologize.

Xander is sensitive to others. Nadhea couldn't help but want to check what information Mr. Xander got while working at Smith's company. "Does Mr. Xander know everyone working? If so, is there anyone conspicuous besides Zayn and Brittany Brown?"nadhea asked glancing at the visitors in her room not waking up from her dream.

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.

I lift the weight again, my tone bored. “They need a pastor for the ceremony. Thought you’d want to know since we don’t usually do weddings here.” I raise an eyebrow but keep lifting. “Why would I care about some random couple tying the knot?” “They’re not random.” Ryder’s tone shifts, something teasing beneath it. “Get to the point, Ryder.” He pauses, and when he finally speaks, his words are like a bomb dropping. “The couple is Mr. Adam and Miss Piper Redding.” The weight slips from my hands, crashing onto my foot. Pain shoots through my leg, but I barely register it. The entire gym goes silent, everyone staring.

She could hear animalistic sounds coming from outside and while she was glad that they had not been killed, she wasn’t so sure about this time. She could hear the snapping of bones and she knew that the fight got more serious than it was before. Right outside, Alpha Xander stood above Alpha Norman. “Spare me please.” He begged. Xander wanted to spare him so he could be an example to other Alphas who wanted to be over ambitious. He needed to remind them that this was his territory and nothing happened without his permission. But then he looked at the three girls whose lifeless bodies lay in the grass. He made up his mind.

"And your height?" "Six feet and a quarter inch." She squinted, clearly calculating his proportions. "College?" "Yes," he said without hesitation. "Wellington Institute of Technology. I majored in Artificial Intelligence." Lena clicked her tongue, her expression practically screaming what a waste. "AI's a big deal these days," she said, her tone slightly snarky. "This is just a side job," Xander said smoothly, throwing me for a loop. Wait, what? He had a solid career and moonlighted as a male model in a nightclub?