Xavier And Iris Novels & Stories

It was warm and cozy, making her feel secure and safe within those arms. "It's called Lena Islands. But Hisara is what’s written on the map," Xyron, Xiellenna's father, explained, but the young girl just blinked up at him. Her bright and youthful eyes curiously stared back at her father's hazel-colored eyes, wavering as she pouted her lips. It was clear she didn't understand what her father said, so she just gave him a smile. But what the couple didn’t know was that every word they spoke was etched in their daughter's mind. 'I should tell this to Rylie.'

It seemed it woke her up, as she immediately sat up with her eyes wide open. “I'm…I’m sorry. It's…I…that was a mistake.” Iris stuttered. I watched her, amused. Without saying a word, I looked away. She was probably fidgeting. “We have arrived,” I muttered. “Oh, I see.” I heard her say, her voice barely a whisper. Azariel parked the car in the garage and alighted to open the car door for both of us. Iris stepped out, walking with calculated steps as she paused in front of the mansion. She didn't gasp or make a shocked expression, but I could see she was admiring the building.

Tobias asked while raising his grey eyebrow. Xander shook his head. “Maybe this is best for both of them.", Xander thought to himself. “Also before killing her we can have more fun.", Tobias added. Thinking about having more fun both of the men's thought became clouded with lust. No doubt Iris was one exotic creature. “Done then." Xander agreed after thinking about the fun. Tobias let go of a dark chuckle. “We will meet again Iris.", Tobias dreamily said. “Get ready baby, your clock is ticking.", Xander stated and saying that both the men started laughing like madmen.

“It's about Iris.” “What about her?” “She's a mafia—”

When I opened it, there was a notification from I*******m. It was Zinnia. She posted a picture. She and Xavier were at a restaurant, sharing a large steak. Her caption: "Early birthday celebration with my one and only!" I stared at Xavier's face in the picture. The man who used to be my dream now seemed like a huge piece of trash in my sight. But instead of crying, I smiled.

"This is outrageous Lyra!" "Glad you could cooperate," Xavier smirked, "and I'll be taking Larissa with me. She's not guilty for your dark witches escaping." "Leave now!" Lyra gritted out and waved her hand in the air. Xavier landed calmly with the orb in his hands, while Zain and Larissa fell to the ground. "Stupid witches!" Zain grumbled, standing up, then helped Larissa to her feet. She still looked incredibly pale and shook. "You wasted my time and patience, witch," Xavier said entering the car, "and those are two things I don't have. Get in the car!"

With the patience they had, they waited and sat on the provided terminal, along with the belongings and travel bags. -**- On another circumstance, the front middle door of Brown Iris Castle was opened. Right there, the slim figure with her casual attires stepped in and mumbled, "Honey! I'm home!" Xavier watching television in the living room upstairs went down, walked, and approched his wife definitely. "Honey..I'm..tired.." She mumbled for another time while Xavier carried her body. "Why are you drinking, huh?! It's sting." Xavier complained as he walked to the stairs and carried her in bridal style.

His fingers dug into her skin as if reminding her of exactly who he belonged to, his body responding to her touch with a flush that was impossible to hide. “Let her think,” Iris murmured against his lips, her voice breathless but laced with that same cold calculation. “Let her panic. Every move she makes is another mistake e.” Xavier pulled back just enough to look at her, his eyes dark. “You’re enjoying this.” “I’m protecting what we built.” Iris’s fingers curled into the back of his shirt pulling him closer again. “I won’t let some girl playing housewife destroy it.” The casualness of it stopped my breathing. I was an problem they managed together. A human being slowly dying in their opera

Focus on the here and now. Xavier had argued with his psychiatrist and childhood friend, Dr. Logan Pierce, suggesting he’d be better off on a private yacht where he could stay isolated. But Dr. Pierce had insisted that Xavier needed the social environment of a cruise. Xavier couldn’t understand why. To him, isolation was a luxury all its own, and he could afford the best—Ferraris, personal jets, everything money could buy.

First, I broke his trust, and secondly, I killed a woman that was like a mother to him out of teenage jealousy. Iris went to where Gustav and Drogo were, breezing past the minions with enviable ease. Heads flew darted about, as she yanked them off their bodies. She bit her right wrist and bent over Gustav. "Drink up. It'll heal you." She said. Gustav groaned, gnashing his teeth. With the steely expression on his face, I was afraid he was going to turn down the help. He snatched at her hand, drawing the blood vigorously from her wrist.