Novel & Cerita Xavier Salvador

“Mr Pablo, what brings you here- “Quit the sissy acts and tell me who the fuck Adrian Xen is? What connections, strings whatever- What agreement is between you both?!” He thundered, telling in his vocals that the other man better cut to the chase or face the dire consequences of tricking him that way. Salvador’s face went grim, that was a piece of information he was not ready to infringe upon. Seeing the recoiled state the older man took, Pablo became more apoplectic and stomped forward to grab the short man by the collar of the dress shirt he wore beneath his grey suit jacket.

When the lightning web disappeared, Max turned around and launched a tirade against the intruder. “WHO THE HELL ARE YOU? WHY ARE YOU INTERFERING WITH MY FIGHT? LEAVE OR DIE!” The figure lowered his hood, revealing his short, messing black hair and twilight blue eyes. “Who am I? You hurt my friends, so I’m the guy who’s gonna destroy you.” Charlie’s mouth dropped to the ground as he realized who had just appeared. “Is that you, TAMASHI?!” —— Savior: Original Story by OneSevenEight Episode: Framed Perspective - Part 14

Yeah," he says and trots slowly towards the sofa and drops himself like he has done some hardworking manual work and is very much tired. "Zara!" He pulls me by his side and rests his head on my stomach and snakes his hands around my stomach. "I want to save my mother. Zara! I want to save her," he says with that teary voice. Everybody describe Xavier as a cold, heartless guy but that's not it. Xavier has the most delicate place in his heart. He seems to be quite hard, ruthless, obscene and so much cold to the world from outside but inside he has that soft point within him that nobody in the world knows about him.

“Power isn’t what saved us. It was love. It was unity. I don’t want to be a weapon, Alexandro. I don’t want to fight anymore. I want to live. I want peace. I want a quiet life… with you.” His eyes softened. He lifted her hand to his lips and kissed it gently. “I swear to you, Serena. I’ll never ask you to lift that power again—not for me, not for anyone. You’ve given enough. From this day forward, I’ll protect your peace. I’ll give you the life you’ve always deserved.” Tears shimmered in her eyes, but she didn’t let them fall. Instead, she smiled—a true, heartfelt smile that reached her very soul.

I had already called him earlier when I got back to the pack house after meeting with my parents, so hopefully, he’s already had his own patrols on the lookout. “On it.” Cayden replies and I know in my gut that he was already calling the number without my having to tell him. Again, always connected. “Let me guess. Vampires?” Raul asks, waiting patiently until he could tell that I was done mind linking my ranked members, and easily keeping pace with me while we continue running to the southern border. “I mean, I’m still hopeful that it could be something else, but…yeah, vampires.” I tell him just as I hear Tasha’s voice in my mind link.

“Once, at a party, a young boy fell in love with a quiet, gentle girl sitting in the corner. “It was just his luck that the girl already had a crush on another boy. When she looked at him, her eyes were bright and full of love. “The boy found himself wishing she’d look at him like that. “Later, the boy had to move overseas with his brother to learn how to take over the family business and the syndicate. Even from afar, he kept up with the girl’s life. When he heard she’d married the man she loved, it hurt. But he still wished her well. “But later, she died in a kidnapping. The one who orchestrated it was her husband’s supposed adopted sister, who was also his mistress. When the boy found out

Xavier sat there watching him the whole time, watching his suffering with morbid excitement. Once Xavier saw the results of James’ change, he trained him as a soldier. James knew that the doctor wanted to use him to kill Andrew and his entire family, but he couldn’t do that. Andrew was like a second father to him and he couldn’t allow Xavier to make him into a murderer on top of being a monster. So he escaped, but something happened to him while he ran that stormy night through the woods. He felt a sharp pain in his head that caused him to fall to his knees. When he had gotten up, he only knew his name, and that he wanted to escape “the man.”

His voice when he swore he’d ruin me. And I whispered, in my delirium: “Xavier…” I didn’t know if it was regret. I didn’t know if it was a prayer. But the truth burned as clearly as the fever in my bones: Only he could save me now. And I had made sure he hated me enough… to never try.

he spat, his voice dripping with venom. "I’m someone who knows how to deal with trash like you," Xavier growled, his hands moving swiftly as he grabbed Marshal by the shoulder and yanked him back with force. Bella, still trembling and weak, stumbled back, her body seeking the safety of Xavier’s presence. She gripped his arm, feeling the steady warmth of him beneath her touch. "Please, save me," she whispered, her voice fragile with emotion, almost a plea.

​The guy froze, his hands dropping instantly. ​Xavier was standing at the entrance of the hall, his silhouette framed by the strobe lights of the party behind him. He looked like an avenging shadow. His jaw was set so tight I thought his teeth might crack, and his eyes were fixed on the guy with a silent promise of violence. ​The guy took one look at Xavier’s face, realized exactly who he was dealing with, and backed away with his hands raised. "My bad, man. I didn't know she was... yours."