Xander Shakadera Novels & Stories

Xander places a hand on my shoulder, and I let him take over, albeit reluctantly. "Fine. You win, Xay. Tell us what's stressing you? This is unlike you. Unlike Beverions." "Nooo," he whines, obviously high up in the clouds, "You're my favourite. Don’t nag and act pregnant like he does—" "Xay, we don't do drugs." Xander’s face is hard stern that you'll almost think he's way older than us. "Think about your health." Xaden bites his bottom lip. His tongue's tip darts out impatiently as he hides his hands in the pockets of his hood sweater.

He was a good warrior, but a shit dad. The sounds of clapping around me bring me back to the main hall, looking up I see Alpha Zac motioning for me as he holds a silver dagger. Shit, my turn already. I smile and make my way to the podium he is standing at. “Isa will be joining the ranks as a warrior. We are excited to add her to the patrols and at training, teaching her our styles and learning moves she can offer.” “I, Alpha Zac of the Clear Creek pack, hear by joining you, Isla Miller, by blood oath”. He slices his palm, blood drips down into a goblet. He hands me the knife,

Edward said, voice low. Alexandro stepped forward and looked down at the child. He was so small. Fragile. But there was a strength in him, even now. “He looks like Jina,” Alexandro remarked. Edward smiled with pride. “He’s a fighter already. Came out yelling like a warrior.” Alexandro chuckled lightly. He bent slightly, placing a hand gently near the child—not touching, but close enough to feel the warmth. He hadn’t thought much about heirs before. He had always believed he had time. That power was enough. But in this moment, staring at this tiny life, this clean beginning… he felt something shift.

It was a surprise to find out that Adam Smith was still alive. "I want to meet Adam, deliver food and worship him to death. Let me meet him, Xander Jhonson," Nadhea said opening Xander's heart sincerely with a sad lament. Xander bluff himself does not understand can be weak with Nadhea. Zayn comes into the real world when Xander bows his head respectfully. The face of the Beta man named Xander immediately put high confidence in Nadhea.

He walked towards the Alpha, Xander. "You must be travelers since you don't smell like rogues. I'm Alpha Cole St Collins of the St Collins pack, can someone please tell me what the hell happened here?" Xander squared his shoulder. He is the same height with Cole 5.8ft. He walked towards him cautiously. "Alpha Cole, I am Xander Valsher , son of Alpha Mathew Valsher from Valsher pack in Arkansas this here are my pack mates. My mate Lydia, my brother Thomas and my sister Melissa, my friends Adrian and Carl.

They don’t get to be rude and treat me like a toy they don’t want to share, so they can learn to act like decent people or suffer. Xander flops next to me, but wisely keeps a visible distance between us. We eat and talk, Sierra joining in the conversation. Eventually the guys resign themselves to the fact that I am going to include Xander and join us. Once we all started talking and relaxing it was actually fun. Xander is a mix of Dakota and Sam, but has Cam’s responsible oldest child vibe. I really need to ask about his younger siblings.

He's so big and tall and looks ready to crush anything he can get his hands on. So that sight of him holding a small and squirming bundle in a blanket takes me back. "Hello, Skylar." He says calmly. "My name is Xander. If it's alright with you, I have some questions I want to ask you. It's about your abusers... may I sit down and ask?"

His father, Nicodemus Robert Saint, was a highly respected business man in Harlowe who owned half the town's properties, and it's been said he had ties to the mafia and had the police, government officials, and the town's people all in his pocket, although no one knows for sure but Xander uses his father's power to influence people. Xander is the heartthrob of campus with his dark wavy brown hair, emerald green eyes that hint mischief, strong, broad shoulders, a chiseled jawline that could cut you, and a sculpted eight-pack abs which shows through the tight-fitting uniform shirts he wears with a 'V' indent that leads downward. I have seen him with his shirt off plenty of times at Nate's. Aft

The lady spoke first then pull Xavier into a bone crushing hug. 'Hello Mrs cutter.". Xavier chuckles, he turns to the man after been released by Mrs cutter, then they did a shoulder bump. "And who is this lovely lady." Mrs cutter turns to me. "She's pari, Xavier's date." Selena chirps in. "You look beautiful." Mrs cutter says, then pulls me in for a hug. "Thanks, Mrs cutter." At least some one appreciates my efforts in looking good, not like some people whose names begins with a X.