Xavier Thorpe Wednesday Novels & Stories

They hurriedly ran forward and exclaimed respectfully, “Ms. Cheryl Xavier!” Harvey narrowed his eyes when he heard this name, but said nothing. A young lady with the surname ‘Xavier’ appeared on such an occasion. Sure enough, Harvey now understood that the other party must be from Wolsing’s Xavier family. After all, both the Thompsons and the Xaviers from Wolsing were known to be very close. Cheryl marched forth arrogantly, followed by her subordinates. Her eyes fell on Harvey before resting on the guests present. She said coldly, “What on earth happened?”

On another place, when the time was exactly at 11.30 p.m, Xavier stood madly with his hatred gaze in the working room. As he grabbed the club in his right hand, he hit the three thugs standing up right in front of him. "Such a fool useless werewolves!!" He snapped. "What's the use of asking the higher payment than I had offered to you! You all have failed to kidnap her!!" He added with the raging tone in his tenor voice.

West. I groan, tilting my head back. I could ignore it, but the man would probably just call Carla next, and I don’t need her storming in here with that ‘I’m disappointed in you, sir’ look on her face. I sigh and accept the call. “West.” “Xavier.” His voice is smooth and professional. “I expected to see you on Monday.” I spin my pen between my fingers. “Yeah, about that—” “And now it’s Thursday.”

His fingers paused for a fraction of a second before sliding it toward me first. "...You use it before I do." I blinked. "Right..." I hadn't even realized he still remembered. "You have classes today?" he asked, taking a sip. I cleared my throat, picking up the sugar spoon. "Just one online lecture at two. What about you? Heading into the office?" "No," Xavier said, looking toward the window. "Working from home today. The weather’s supposed to get bad later." "Yeah, I saw the news," I said, setting my mug down. "They said severe thunderstorms by seven."

I looked at Xavier, who was watching me with a look of pure, unadulterated pride. "I’m accepting the merger with Thorne Enterprises," I announced. "And the personal alliance that comes with it." Xavier walked over, picking up a single, uncrushed lily from the floor. He tucked it behind my ear, his fingers lingering on my skin. "You kept me waiting a lifetime for this, Vivienne." "Good things come to those who die and try again," I whispered.

Third-Person POV Meanwhile, Xavier had his head down as he tended to Tiffany's arm after her allergy flared up. Red rashes covered the entire length of her arm, and she'd even scratched some spots to the point that they were bleeding. Xavier held up a cotton swab, his movements gentle. "Does it hurt?" "A little," she replied. "Hang on a little longer, okay? We're almost done." His phone buzzed in his pocket. He fished it out and glanced at the screen, noting the message from Serena that read, "Let's break up, Xavier."

Thorne Industries ran on controlled intensity and so did he. I badged through and took the elevator. As I watched the numbers climb, I prepared myself. The doors opened and the corridor was empty except for the assistant' s desk which was not yet staffed this early. I noticed that Xavier's door was open and that meant he was already in and which meant he had probably been in all night. I walked toward it and knocked twice on the open door before I stepped in. "You have some nerve." He said it without looking up from whatever was on his desk. His voice was the particular voice of a man who has been waiting to say something for long enough that it has gotten colder in the waiting.