Xander Shakadera Novels & Stories

you will say. She stared at me. “It is still strength that you think is the answer, isn't it?” If you're asking yourself what else do I have to do? "His trust." I frowned. "What?" She smiled. Xander has faith in his own people; he knows his warriors will keep his family safe. I stared at her. Would you like them to be used again? I want you to be aware of his weakness. I shook my head. Now the warriors are frightened. “In that case, use someone who he does not suspect.”

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." ***

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.

She asked taking a quick glance over at me “ I have a mate, her name is cherry.” Ryan smiles “ Cherry like the stone fruit ? That’s so cute!” She smiles “ What about you?” She asked Creed “ no I’m not seeing anyone unless you count my pillow I see her every night” he winked She giggled “ gross” she said making the throwing up sound “ and you?” Creed asked me “ me? No, I don’t have anyone.” I said focusing on the road “ make a left after that stop sign” she said looking at me with sad eyes

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.

Xander ran towards the woods at the back of their house. He noticed Xavier’s silhouette there. He held the letter tightly in his hand, almost wrinkling it. “Vie!” Xander called, breathless. “We received an answer,” he added quickly. His usual deep voice was slightly high pitched from the excitement. Xavier emerged from between the trees wearing nothing but his work pants. His bare feet sank into the green moss. His hair was still wet from his swim in the lake.