Sans X Papyrus 18 Novels & Stories

“I didn’t think you’d actually give it to me.” “I know, which is why I gave it to you. Would you like to go through it?” he asked. “Do you want me to?” I asked in confusion, only to get a shrug in response. Now I know why he didn’t mind. Six’s phone is borderline brand new, and I’m not talking about the actual phone. I mean that he doesn’t have any messages (except the one text he sent me last night), a call history, photos, videos, or even an internet history. He only has Cash, Eli, Westley, Summer, and, surprisingly, Noah and I’s numbers only.

Saxon is not in though, but he's the one who left the bottled water for me. Crazy how I need anxiolytics and antidepressants now to stay grounded. It's been thorns and nails living without Xaia these past years, but it's even harder knowing there is no end to the tunnel. First things first, I take my meds before settling to flip through the documents. They are more familiar reports from the centre regional packs. Sason bursts in just then with his iPad stuck to his face. ‘‘There your are!’’ ‘‘What's all these?’’ I ask him, referring to the content of the documents even though I'm just about to go through them.

I looked up to see that it was a fair maiden who had been carrying a tray containing two glasses of water that had bumped into me, and to my horror, the water spilled over and completely soaked the book while the glasses fell to the floor, scattering into pieces. “I am so sorry, your highness,” she said, trembling in fear. Xavier walked up to me with heavy footsteps and took the diary forcefully from me. The ink was faint to begin with, and now that it was soaking wet, the words were disappearing and hardly visible. He heaved a tired sigh. “Now, I can’t even confirm if you were lying or telling the truth. If it so happens that you were lying about what was written here, you will hate yoursel

Maera (to Ceres and Xavier): "They found him at the border stone, crawling. He'd been marked." Ceres (softly, kneeling by the messenger): "What happened to him?" The messenger trembles and gestures with a trembling hand to the scroll pouch hanging from his side. Xavier lifts the scroll slowly. Blood stains the parchment. Xavier (reading aloud, voice hardening): "No deals with ghosts." He unrolls further—inside, a severed tongue falls to the floor with a wet slap. Ceres (sickened): "He was silenced… after delivering the message?"

I could hear her message, but I was so lost in her beauty that I couldn't give a reply. "Really??" Hutton raised his brow with a gasp. "That's why Xander and his father, Xavier, wiped away that pack as revenge for putting him in pain from that trap. That's what is written in this letter," she explained and handed the letter to my son, who sneered at her.

I said looking him straight in the eyes. " What happens when they go off the h.andle?" i asked looking from Faceless to Anonymous " What's all this?" Anoymous asked, rising from his seat in anger. " Hey mister, I just asked a simple question, I wasn't expecting such reactions from you" I snapped " Except if you want me to think you have other secret motives" I teased and this got Anonymous really mad. " What's this about?" he said banging his fist on the table " This would be the second time I'm telling you to watch your mouth Richard" Major Mark cautioned

com Subject: Re: Inquiry: Les Plaisirs Interdits (1782) Date: March 3, 2026, 2:15 PM Mr. West, Your inquiry has been forwarded to me. I’m Senna Holt, head of rare books and manuscripts. We do have a copy of Les Plaisirs Interdits in our collection, though it’s not available for public viewing due to its fragile condition and, well, explicit content. That said, I’d be happy to help authenticate your copy. I’ll need high-resolution images of the title page, binding, and any identifying marks. Also, which chapters are you missing? Our copy may be incomplete as well.

“Wh-“ My eyes widened. And Xerxes noticed my fear and anxiousness as he narrowed his brows and took stealthy steps towards the white peeking note. “Xer-“ Before I could stop him he was bending down to grab the piece of paper in between his fingers. He raised it to his face as he read the words written on it. His warm gaze turning to icy glaciers. My blood froze as he crumbled it under his plan and met my gaze. Fire burned through them as he gritted his teeth. The letter sent by Augustus. “Explain.”****

They tried a few different iterations, as well as a few different dates, Xavier remembered from growing up around Sam – Victor’s birth date, her mother’s birth date, as well as death date all struck out. “Must be something really important in here,” Dylan said. “Either that or this dude is the stone-cold kind of clinical.” Xavier frowned as Dylan’s words sparked an idea. “Try 1872.” As soon as Dylan typed in the numbers, the screed flashed green. “Damn,” Dylan muttered. “And people call me cold.” “Certainly shows where his priorities lie,” Xavier spat as Dylan pulled the safe door open. The first thing that jumped out at him was the sheaves upon sheaves of bound paper, all stacked on top of

He is never relaxed. Alessandro stands nearby, arms folded, his eyes fixed on the wall with a stare that looks like he is trying to peel back secrets hidden in the paint. “Welcome home,” Xavier says, eyes still on the page. “Straight from Paris?” “Straight,” I answer, dropping into the empty chair. “What do you have?” Alessandro slides a flash drive across the table. The click it makes hitting the wood is soft, but final. “You will want to see this.”