Xander Shakadera Novels & Stories

I sat on her chaise lounge, leaned on her, and pressed a kiss against her lips. She opens her eyes. "Xander, you're back. Where have you been?" "I went for a meeting with Theo to ask him to join the war against my parents, and he agreed." "Oh, how is he?" "He's doing fine; he's happily mated, and his wife is pregnant with two pups." "I'm glad that he's happy and he will have a family soon; did he ask about me?"" I growled in annoyance, "Yeah, he wants to see you, bastards."

The driver’s face was swollen up from the beating, and he stared at Kayson viciously as he replied, “Logan Zabinski.” Kayson nodded and said, “I heard from Mr. Walton Sr. that you said I’ll die if we don’t release you? Who do you work for?” Logan stared at Kayson and replied, “I work for Mr. Xander Campbell!” Kayson did not know him, but Bradley frowned and said, “Xander Campbell? When did we offend him?” He then explained to Kayson, “Xander is a famous entrepreneur in Clouspring. He has many companies under his name, and all of them are large corporations.

Now, Xander thinks that Giselle is an expert in this kind of field or she just really likes money. This is the first time that Xander will be having a sex. He is a NGSB means No Girlfriend Since Birth and it also means that he is a virgin. Never been kissed and never been touched. While growing up. Xander is secluded from their mansion. He is not allowed to see any opposite gender except his mother. Xander shook his head as he closed his eyes and leaned his back on his swivel chair. He can't believe that he will having sex for the first time in his life to an exotic dancer just to have a child to inherit the Monteverde's group of companies.

It makes me want to cry and laugh and start a fight for joy. Xander stands inside the chalked ring, stripped to the waist. He’s not the bulkiest wolf in the room, but he also doesn’t need to be. He wears the scar across his shoulder like a sentence he learned from rather than a boast. He catches Rose’s eye and the grin that wants to take his face splits him right down the middle. Calder is all angles and impatience. He’s built like a stack of decisions no one argues with and he paces the far edge of the circle as if motion equals momentum and stares at Xander as if he can make him smaller with focus alone.

"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?

He could sense someone's presence lurking in the shadows, his eyes scanning the surroundings for any sign of movement. Suddenly, a figure materialized in front of Dakota, emerging from the darkness. Xander, the Shadowstalker, awaited him within, ready to challenge him with his mastery overshadows. "I know you, you are the twin brother of Shadowmaster, and your power is familiar with him..." Dakota said. And he laughed. "Yes, we may be twins, but my powers are far more different than him..." He laughed. Xander, his features concealed beneath a cloak of shadow. Dakota felt a chill run down his spine as he met the gaze of his formidable adversary. Xander's voice resonated with an air of calcula

Xander once told me he was the heir of the Montenegro Empire. Who is he marrying? “Oh, that’s Loraine Herrera. Gosh, I don’t like that girl. They say she’s pretentious and mean.” My eyes widened at what I heard. Loraine Herrera?! What the hell?! ****

He looked like an innocent fresh graduate with a clear and cold temperament. However, his facial features were 70% similar to Eric’s. He looked more related to Eric than Nathaniel, who was Eric’s nephew. Seeing Nicole’s surprised face, Yvette and Julie could not wait to call that man over. “He has nothing to do with Eric Ferguson. His name is Xander, a model who debuted abroad. I met him when I was running a show there. As soon as I saw him, I thought that you’d like him, so I brought him back!”

I gasped, my voice a wreck. "In the shade," Julian said, nodding toward a small tent made of parachutes. "He’s fine, Sara. Sleeping like he didn't just survive the end of the world." I looked around, my heart pounding. "Xander? Where is Xander?" Julian pointed toward the water's edge. Xander was standing in the surf, his back to me. He was wearing a tattered shirt, his hair a mess of salt and sand. He looked... normal. No violet eyes. No glowing veins. Just a man.

“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.”