Xander Shakadera Novels & Stories

Marianne argued and Xander scoffed. "Let's go home" Xander said and stood up. Marianne stood up and followed him to the car. *** Pedro sat in his office holding a document probably going through it. "Sir I think you need to see this" Jake his personal assistant said and hand over his phone to him. "Popular model Debris Fallon caught begging Xander Knox to take her back in front of his fiancee" the post reads with pictures of Debris and Xander in the restaurant.

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.”

Panic flares hot through my chest, and a hysterical breakdown threatens to overwhelm me. If I weren’t scared out of my mind, I’d actually appreciate how attractive Xander is. He has longish, dark brown hair, and strands fall over his forehead, making him look like one of the bad boys Papa Rocky Ace always warned me about. His eyes are brown with golden flecks giving me the impression he’s a jokester. He’s not dressed in a suit like Olga’s other guards but is wearing black cargo pants, a black t-shirt, and boots. There are tattoos on the back of his hands running all the way up his forearms, where I can see his veins snaking beneath his skin.

"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?

“What babe?” “For the first time in my life I have someone that I know for sure will show up when he says he will and that loves me and makes certain I know I am loved. I know even if I do become a whale, you will still be here loving me and I am so grateful for that certainty. It’s never been something I had before. Not with anyone. I am so grateful for you Xander.”

I shook my head like I'm getting myself in reality again. Anyway, I just want to introduce myself first. Hi! I'm Alexander Xeivier Mandilla. The younger brother of Yna Arice Mandilla. They just call me Xander. Yes, I'm noisy but I'm sweet, gentleman and generous. Oh yeah! That's me. Let's please ourselves HAHAHA. I get off the car too then I stepped big so that I can chase Xandra. Why she always walks so fast? She's so tiny and she steps like a giant.

The Luna queen calms him down. * * Xander stands in the middle of the training field… He cracks his fingers and brings out his claws. He turns to his fighters… Scanning them… Looking for who's strong enough to fight with him. “You!” He points at a guy. Though the guy is taller than Xander… He's standing at 6ft7 (2.01 meters).. But the moment Xander points at him… his legs starts shaking and fear appears in his eyes. “M-me…?” He stutters.

Damien asks, he must have seen my terrified face. I nod, “Yeah, I’m good.” “Uhm okay, this is my best friend Max,” he says proudly. “Oh, it’s so nice to meet you, Max, Damien has said so much about you,” I reply, shaking his hand. “You too, Mr Forsythe,” he smiles back. “Oh no, please call me Xander,” I say, “When we are outside of course.” “Well, I’ll be in the car,” I say, and I scurry away to the car, X is standing outside on the phone and Charles is inside playing Candy Crush.

After just a couple of hours with her, I knew the difference between an enemy and a friend. I was so exhausted by her stories and many questions, but I just didn’t want it to stop, I wanted her to keep gisting me about Xander, whom she fondly calls a knucklehead. It’s great to see that he has friends that would gladly give their lives for him. She told me about his broken heart, telling me how he has been unable to move on with his life, until now.