Xander Shakadera Novels & Stories

“Mr. Xander.” The contact lasted barely a second before she withdrew her hand. Her gaze slid past him without lingering. She remembered Zac and Skyla both saying he was injured. If they were talking about it, it had to be serious. Yet he looked perfectly fine. “Mr. Xander,” her colleagues said eagerly. It was her two colleagues’ first time meeting Chris in person. He was the man at the helm of the Xander empire, known for his decisive and ruthless tactics in the business world, yet strikingly handsome in a way that drew attention the moment he entered a room.

Says the guard. Lord Xander nods his head and stands up instantly. "I want our next conversation to be better, little fire. While you wouldn't tell me your identity, I will tell you mine. I am Xander, stepbrother to the Lycan king of the Western Bridge Pack. That alone must give you a heads-up." With a smile that could cause anyone's peril, he walks out of the room, and just before he'd leave me alone with just the girl, he orders, "Keep her company, Liliana." ***

"Scarlett." ******

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 continued talking as Thaddeus approached the ramp. “It's good to see so many people here for the full moon celebration! We're going to have a great run tonight. But I want to warn you... I don't trust these trees. They seem kind of shady,” Xander laughed, and a couple of giggles were heard. “Get it? Shade trees. They seem kind of shady,” Xander laughed even harder, and Thaddeus groaned while shaking his head. ‘This man and his dad jokes. I should have never given that man the microphone,’’ Thaddeus thought as he finally made it on the stage.

It was getting quite late and the potholes were barely visible, any reckless driver would be sorry they had used this road as a route. Mr Crocker had died this way–she thought. "A-ha!, gotch ya!." Xander Miler, a 5'9 feet tall boy, quite amazing for his age, shouted, pointing his index finger at her with an unbelievable wide grin showcasing his set of missing tooths. "Fine. You win, but only a little." Ericka Wood. Flashed him a knowing look before stingily tearing out a little piece of her bread. Xander outstretched his hand and quickly collected the little piece of bread before hurriedly running to the other side of the road.

Creed shrugged looking over to me “ Are you sure there isn’t another way? I’m sorry Char but I don’t want to see you getting hurt because that idiot Henry doesn’t know anything about being in the woods” Creed said annoyed with the whole situation “ I know how to survive in the woods. I've done it for years. Please don’t worry about me.” I said with a mouth full of muffin making Alex smile and shake his head. “ She's right, she should be fine but we need to get her set up with the equipment before bringing him up from his cell.” Alex said standing up from his chair

30 YEARS AGO "Hey Shakyra where are you off to this early in the morning?" called the curious tones of my best friend. As I hustled out the back door and across the yard, Xander D'Angelos eighteen-year-old boy that lived next door, I peeked over the wall that separated our homes, and spotted him going through his usual morning Taiichi exercise routine with his dad. He was shirtless, and I felt heat flush my cheeks at the sight of all his exposed muscles,

I win first pick and I look out to examine my options. I already know my first pick but I don’t know anybody's names. I point to the tall athletic guy with dark hair standing next to Cade. He was on my team these last two days and him and I worked well together on the court. He shoots Cade a smug look before he grins at me and walks over. “Sorry, I don’t think I know your name,” I say when he reaches me. “It’s Xander,” he replies with a smile.

Curled up on the grass with my sketchbook balanced on my knees. Waiting. A shadow falls over me. “I knew I’d find you here.” I look up instantly. Xander. Fourteen-year-old me thinks he’s the most beautiful person alive. Tall. Sweaty. Slightly out of breath from basketball practice. His dark shirt clings to him, damp with sweat and streaked faintly with dirt, curls messy from running across the court. And somehow he still looks unfairly perfect. He squats beside me, forearms resting loosely on his knees.