Arms Crossed In An X Over Chest Meaning Mga Nobela at Kwento

I scowled at him, crossing my arms over my chest, "You're an arrogant jerk, you know that?" His eyes widened as if they were suddenly brought to life, "Do...don't do that," he stammered as he looked away and rubbed the back of his neck nervously. I looked at him confused and yet so amused, "Do what?" I quirked an eyebrow at him. He whipped his head back in my direction bringing his gaze to my crossed arms, "That!" he breathed. "And why not?" I didn't understand what was so wrong with crossing my arms.

I just tighten my arm around his frame, instinctively shielding him from the harsh world. As the stark light hits my eyes, a brutal, pounding headache spikes behind my temples—a heavy physical toll from the sheer volume of overwhelming emotion that shattered us both last night. But the ache in my head is nothing compared to the tight, bruising knot in my chest. The agonizing memory of Xander’s body collapsing onto the linoleum replays behind my eyelids, making my heart fracture all over again.

Crossing my arms over my chest, making a stance, I say to him, “What happened between us is none of your business, and where I am going is also none of your business.” Ethan’s eyes at that moment moved from mine, as a growl came from his lips, and I followed his line of view realizing what he was looking at, as I quickly uncrossed my arms, pulling them slightly behind my body to hide the bruise forming on my arm. But it was too late, and he had already seen it, and was moving straight towards me.

In response to my vociferous accusations, Xavier just glanced at me and put his gloves back on without changing his face. "The inspection is over, you can go out..." With that, he suddenly noticed that something was wrong with me. I was emotional, breathing faster, gradually accompanied by coughing and choking, and slightly twitching my arms and legs. These manifestations are different from the normal crying, Xavier rose to the alarm, quickly squatted down and asked, "What's wrong with you?" I didn't answer him, and I couldn't. My chest rose and fell sharply, and I was sweating in a matter of seconds. I felt suffocated, and I couldn't speak.

Water dripped down his chest, each drop tracing the lines of carved muscle that looked like someone sculpted him from stone. Broad shoulders. Deep-cut abs. A V-line that should’ve been illegal. My mouth literally fell open. Xavier leaned lazily against the doorframe, arms crossed, towel tightening around his waist. A slow, sinful smirk curved his lips. “Looking for me, sweetheart?”

My wish now came true! Xander's Point of View I'm here in the corner of the entrance. I'm just looking at them. They were talking happily. If only you knew, Xandra! I wish I could be the reason for that smile. I'm leaning on the wall while crossing my arms. Then suddenly, my feet jumped so fast when I saw them hugging each other. What the-- What's the meaning of this? This shouldn't happen. I go to them and I pull her up.

I know I’m not the only one sagging under the heat and the weight of missing my mate. There’s a quiet, sharp intake of breath beside me. I turn my head and see Xander sitting forward, his hand pressed over his chest. “You okay, man?” I keep my voice low. “Is it Atlas?” He shakes his head, brow furrowed. “I don’t know. I feel weird. Really hot, and my chest is tight.” Before I can say more, Max jolts. He shoots to his feet like someone stuck a live wire in him, then drops straight to his knees with a grunt.

Meanwhile, Karin was immediately busy making calls that she didn't know at all. "His chest is split open!" Gordo cried as he took off the cloak. He looked at Mitha's chest which had no shape anymore and "He lost his heart? Again?" Gordo said with shaking hands. Gordo looked at Xander "What did you dream really come true, what is this actually about?" "You know what the symbol for an incision like this means? I've looked at it and all the girls that were killed have a symbol like this!" said Xander

As everyone stared at him, Xiao Chen took a breath, then raised one hand to the sky and made a slashing motion towards the sky above him. SLASSSHHHH…

X sat down and buried his head in his hands; it was a side of him that I had never witnessed before. Sitting down beside him, I placed my hand on his shoulder in a gesture of comfort. Suddenly, he reached out and pulled me onto his lap, wrapping his arms around me. Resting my head against his chest, I could feel the rapid beating of his heart. "Do you know that you're meant to be with Xavier?" X asked, his voice strained and filled with pain. I didn't verbally respond, but I nodded. Deep down, I knew it was true without a doubt. There was no questioning it. Yet, I couldn't understand what exactly connected X and me. It was something concrete yet never clearly defined.