Xavi Drawing Singer Novels & Stories

Her eyes lands on the rippled back of her beloved Xander. He is sitting on a stool, a canvas lying on the floor beside him, and a canvas in front. Which he is painting. "Did I wake you, angel??" Startled Iris puts her hand on her chest and takes a deep breath," you scared me." she says, shaking her head. To which Xander only chuckles. Now standing close, behind him, Iris peeks to see what is the drawing but gets surprised, seeing that he drew nothing in particular, only different colors of all shades scattered all over the canvas as if his mind failed, to decide and hence he poured whatever came into his mind.

“I saw the way you looked at him.” I didn’t answer. “He’s changed,” Camille said. “Or maybe we just never saw the full picture before.” “He’s Xavier,” I whispered. “He always has an angle.” “Maybe. But not with her.” Camille glanced toward the living room where Eva was drawing on the floor. “That’s real. Whatever he feels for her…it’s not fake.” I followed her gaze. Eva had drawn something in crayon. A little house. Three stick figures holding hands. One had a crown. One had long hair. The last had messy scribbles for hair and was labeled: Angel Xavy.

It was a rare sight to see Xavier in such high spirits. He had returned to the office after making strange demands and changing into casual clothing. It was evident that something had happened to put his boss in an unusually contented mood and happy mood. Xavier settled back into his chair, a small but genuine smile still playing on his l*ps as he held a piece of paper in his hands. The paper revealed a child’s doodling, and Axel couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. “It’s a drawing of me. Liam made it,” Xavier answered Axel’s questioning gaze with a soft chuckle.

“Well, that’s good,You finally realized that was a stupid idea,when you have a huge company to take care of, Musician,my foot,so pathetic” “Well, Jackson, it’s not pathetic,If you ask me, there’s nothing wrong about being a musician and even though Xander is not chasing music,he sings so well,no one can resist his voice” Xander smiled at me, then kissed my hand. I saw the anger in Jackson’s eyes but he quickly replaced it with a fake smile. T.B.C

He smiled with teary eyes as he started singing in his sweet voice. "You're my star, you're my savior Without Rosaline, there's no Xavier" ~~~❤~~~ End of twentieth chapter. Thank you guys. If you like my story do press the star button to show your appreciation.💞

The translucent glassy door pushed open and Harper Hernandez, an actress in X-World Entertainment walked in. She swayed her hips to Xavier, who stood at the window, hands tucked in his pockets and his expressionless gaze fixed outside the city. Harper wrapped her arms around him and leaned on his broad back, his powerful aura sending a tingling sensation down her core. "Get off me, Harper," his voice was captivating, yet rude, but Harper didn't mind. Being close to Xavier Singh was a wish every woman in California hoped for. She pouted, and released him. Pushing her blonde hair backwards, she bit her lips seductively, "Why do you want to see me?"

Pari's Pov(continuation.) "Xandy, Xaxy, Xary, Xamy, Xantiago, Xack, Xavy." I sing-sang as I walk to Xavier's door. Its such a beautiful morning. The sky is so blue the sun is so orange and I am so happy. "Hey, Xavier. You in there." I bang on the door. Maybe he's gone. I mean bossy people like Xavier wakes up early. Right. "Stupid son of a bitch,how could he go to work without me." I curse glaring at the wooden door.

I lay my head againist Xavier chest and breath in his scent. He lifts by head up and kisses me sweetly on the lips and the sparks are attacking my body making me feels amazing. His tongue swips my lips and I know he wants me to open my mouth, and who am I to deny him what he wants. I open willingly and our tongues dance together, but before it could heated he breaks of the kiss and kisses my forehead. I noticed the song has stopped while we were kissing and a new one began A drop in Ocean by Ron Pope begins to play. Xavier nuzzles his face in my neck and then begins to kiss it moving up towards my ear. Then he begins to sing the chorus of the song in my ear

“Really?” As soon as May heard their conversation, she followed suit and interjected, “Xyla, do you mean that Stan sings even better than Ava Carter? Although Ava is an actress, she went to singing lessons before, and her teacher was rather famous…” “Personally, I think my husband sings better,” Xyla said calmly.

Zivon said, “Sing me a song then. I’ve not heard many.” He had not heard many songs? A thirty-year-old man had not heard many songs? Then again, he was always studying, working, managing the company, and dealing with all those cruel people at the Burton mansion. How could he possibly have the thought to listen to songs? Xavia suddenly felt sorry for him. “Okay, as long as you don’t think that my singing is bad.” Xavia stood up, took the microphone, and walked to the front as she sang a song that she liked: Gardenias in Blossom.