Xander Wilde Gotham Mga Nobela at Kwento

But nothing prepares him for Xander, a rebellious, wild man who lives with no rules, and no shame. Xander is everything Elias’s family would hate: a stripper who lives for the thrill, unapologetic and untamed. Yet when their eyes meet, the chemistry is electric, pulling Elias into a world he never thought he could have. A world where passion burns hotter than anything he’s ever known.

“Mr. Gardie had no other choice. Xander's threat really shook his nerves. Xander accepted the offer of a hand with a forced smile. Maybe, this time I can be kind enough to not destroy Butterfly! But just look Gardie, the destruction of my father's life, due to your actions, will be avenged just as the Butterfly was destroyed at my hands! That's my promise. Xander said to himself. "What's next on my schedule, Harvey?" Xander asked as soon as he got into his super luxury car. Xander sat in the back seat while Harvey was next to the steering wheel. Harvey Santos, Xander's trusted person in the company. He is Xander's right hand and the place where Xander will share his sorrows and sorrows in hi

"Alpha Xander, I just want some peace and quiet. I won't go looking for a fight, but I'm not going to let people walk all over me, either." "The Blackthorns is having a gala this weekend," Xander said, offering the invitation at the perfect moment. "If you're free, come as my date. I want to introduce you to someone. It'll be good for your career."

I took her to bed and buried myself in her until dawn. It should have cleansed me. It didn’t. No matter how many times I drove into her, no matter how she clawed at my back and begged for more, it didn’t erase the image of indigo eyes staring into the camera as if he could see me through it. Helena finally slept, satisfied…….I didn’t. —- I had tried to kill the stupid human again this week. That is the part that burns the most. I, Xander Nightfall, heir to the Nightfall pack, trained from adolescence in the art of silent death, failed.

“Are you certain about this? It’s dangerous.” Xander’s gaze hardened, his voice dropping lower with a sinister smile. “I want them to believe they’ve won—so I can steal the happiness from their faces.”

one stylist declared. “Old Money Gothic,” said another. I stood in a silk robe, trying not to have a breakdown. Xander, of course, was chilling in a black turtleneck and slacks, flipping through a script for his next campaign. “You look like you were born for this,” I muttered. He glanced at me, smiled, and held up his phone to snap a picture. “Because I was.” I rolled my eyes. “I look like a sleep-deprived cat.” “Correction,” he said, standing to walk over. “You look like a woman on the edge of transformation. Powerful. Sharp. The camera’s lucky to have you.”

But she was wrong. Xander came home late. He was drunk. His eyes were red, and he was stumbling. When he saw Hazel waiting in the hallway, he glared at her. “Why are you still awake?” he slurred. “Are you waiting for me? Do you think I will look at you? You are ugly. You are nothing.” “I was just… waiting to see if you need anything,” Hazel said softly. “I need you to disappear!” Xander shouted, pushing her against the wall. “I hate seeing your face! It reminds me of everything I lost! You stole my life! You are a thief!”

I scream at him as I wipe my tears. "Little flower, we are not ashamed of you. You just took our reaction wrong" Xander says in a voice that is deeper than normal. I squint through the last of my blurry vision and realize that his golden human eyes aren't apparent. His eyes are now slitted and the color runs like a golden river. I find them confusing but it doesn't stop my tirade. "I took nothing wrong. I felt how your body stiffened when he wanted to know where I was from. I saw the panicked look on your face when you couldn't answer." I yell as I step closer.

Zion laughed, looking at Xander's outfit. Xander wore a black V-neck t-shirt with a pair of black jeans and a grey blazer, he rolled up the sleeves of the blaze to reveal the roles watch that adorned his right wrist, and he complimented his outfit with a pair of black leather boots. His hair looked wet and messy, a few strands fell on his forearm, making him look more appealing.

Her voice was barely a whisper and was lanced with warning. I put my hands up, letting my anger subside, "I'm not going to hurt you." I said with a calm voice, "I just want to know who you are. That ability of yours is rather unique." She narrowed her eyes, "What's it to you!?" she hissed at me. My rage wanted to come out but I squashed it down again, "It seems like you don't know me. I'm King Xander, rule of the otherworld, first son of the late King Magnus."