Xander Sanders Novels & Stories

A young man stepped forward, his voice smooth and confident. Gabriella turned — and nearly froze. He didn’t look like an ordinary student. He was dressed sharply in a grey shirt and black suit trousers, his presence polished and commanding. And undeniably handsome. He smiled warmly at her and extended his hand. “Hi. I’m Xander, the club president.” Gabriella hesitated for half a second before reaching out to shake his hand, her heart fluttering slightly. She couldn’t believe her luck.

If that would happen, I can't imagine what the next scenarios will be. But to my surprise, he reached out to my hand, interlock it with his, and drag me to his side. I was not understanding anything until he spoke titling his head since I am now on his left side. "I am fetching you, what else?" He then looked at my friends and I was even more confounded when he draw a smile and extended his hand towards them offering a handshake, first to Leia. "I am Xander Evans, her fiance. Nice to meet you," and now the crowd started to gossip louder than ever.

“Xander, in the medical field, is known as the genius Zandros. Or perhaps, more accurately, the 'poor Zandros’.” “Why is he called 'poor Zandros’?” I asked, my brow furrowing in confusion. "I don't have a lot of details," he started cautiously, "but my source found some interesting facts about Xanders. He was famous for giving away all his company's profits to orphanages around the world. He didn't take a salary for himself. Despite his wealth, he lived a modest life, prioritizing his research over luxury. He was like a genius, a maverick who didn't conform to conventional human norms, maybe seeing money solely as a tool for his eccentric scientific endeavors."

Not once did he doubt. He was already calculating five steps ahead. Serena watched him with new eyes. She saw now the kind of burden he carried—the constant threat looming over his pack, his people, and now, her. And yet he bore it all without complaint, without weakness. He was a king in every sense of the word. And for the first time, admiration bloomed quietly inside her chest. Alexandro wasn’t just fighting for land. He was fighting for their future. He's fighting for his people. Those night walkers are savages, and they would ruin the balance of this world.

“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."

Xander lost and he was beaten to death. It was something that they had never expected! Who was Xander? He was the vice president of the Northmob Council, a big shot in his social circle who defeated countless renowned skilled fighters. He was so powerful that he could cause an earthquake with just a stamp of his foot. On the other hand, a big shot like Xander was actually beaten to death by Zayn in the meantime. Most importantly, Zayn was someone who had recently emerged over the past six months. Most people did not know him in the past.

Xander declared in reply too. To be continued ✌️✌️✌️

“Wendy, you need to behave yourself tonight.” Patrick spoke with deliberate patience. “Do you remember what I told you about Shawn Xander? He’s the younger son of the Xander family. He’s been abroad for years, outgoing by nature, and he’d be a good match for you. Don’t keep saying you don’t like him. You won’t know until you actually meet.”

taking another deep breath i slowly release it and walm down the stairs, The guy i now know is named Skyler watch's me as i descend the stairs before coming over to me as i reach the bottom. He holds out his hand and i graciously taking it "I'm Skyler, and might i say you look fucking delicious in those pants" i blush slightly not really knowing what to say other then to say thank you and introduce myself "I'm Harper and uh thanks" i give him a soft smile and walk past Nixon ignoring him completely.

His father is an American while his mother is a Polish, remembering his mother he cursed again. Sitting on the chair he tried to work but his mind kept drifting back to the girl he wonders how she's now. "F**k!!" Xander said brushing his hair with his hands. Knock......knock....knock "Come in" Xander said coldly, realizing it was his Personal Assistant louis,his brow knitted.