The Poet X Audiobook Novels & Stories

“That’s good.” “You’re really okay with me?” Xavier said. “You’re not mad?” “I’m looking forward to having the older brother I should have had.” Thea felt Xavier’s emotions go haywire. Hope. Gratitude. Love. Garret looked around Xavier’s cell. His eyes stopped on the books. “I tried to get you to read Harry Potter for years,” Garret said. “What can I say? I guess it takes a heart,” Xavier said. Garret laughed. “Is it okay if I visit you?” Garret said.

NO AUDITORS ALLOWED. Xander leaned heavily against the wooden rail of the ship, his brown eyes reflecting the jagged light of the low-hanging wooden stars. The harsh orange glow that had lived under his skin for nine volumes was gone, leaving only the quiet, permanent gray map of his charcoal heart. He reached down, his calloused fingers brushing a splash of the ink-sea from the hull. It didn't stain his skin; it ran off his knuckles like pure, heavy water, leaving behind a faint scent of cedar and old library shelves.

T’ was me and only me alone ! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Xeon’s POV

‘His’ by Aubrey Dark, ‘ Haunting Adeline’ , ‘The Priest’ by Sierra Simone. “Who knew the great and mighty Dylan Xavier reads these kinds of books” I murmured, wearing a smile. Since he didn't come to bed that night, I had stayed there throughout in my night dress. It was almost noon and I hadn't showered. It wasn't that I didn't want to shower but I just felt I should wait for him till he came back to see me like this, all dirty and the rest. I opened a book to read suddenly the door swung open revealing the person I had been waiting for.

" His voice was mesmerizing. When he recited poetry, it felt as though being drawn into a profound depth. Every word was articulated with exactness, carrying a timeless allure that was utterly captivating. Yet, this was not something she remembered. "What are you reciting?" Yaslyn inquired, perplexed. With an icy chuckle, Xoan retorted, "Different handwriting. Care to guess whose it might be?" A bolt of realization struck Yaslyn. She remembered Quinn mentioning, during a phone call, that he had penned a reply on the back of the envelope. Were these Quinn's words? So, when she confessed her feelings to Quinn, he too had felt the same?

Sound the alarm, I'm burning up🤣😭oh god Xavier leave Celia and come to me😭😭😭I'm lonely over here🤧🔥🚪🚶 Please y'all don't even listen to me🤣

The warm water felt great, erasing the dust on my walk through the pack, relieving my aching muscles. After changing into a comfortable cream-colored dress, I stepped out of the bathroom feeling much lighter. When I entered the bedroom, I found Xander sitting near the window. His dark hair was damped from his own shower. He lifted his gaze from the book in his hand. "There you are." I smiled. "What are you reading?" He carried out the heavy hardcover book. "I found this in Father's old library." As I walked over, curiosity sprung to life in me. "It's about the history of Nightmare Pack."

“Because you’re not skimming. You’re listening.” She looked back at the book in her hand—Shire’s Teaching My Mother How to Give Birth. “I’ve always liked poets who don’t flinch,” she said. He stepped closer—not crowding, just closing the distance. “I’m Amir,” he said. “I own this place. Or rather… it owns me.” She laughed softly—surprised, genuine. “Adeyemi.”

White hair fell down between his shoulders. I swallowed hard. The words slipped out before I could stop them. “What the fuck.” Xander glanced over his shoulder. One eyebrow lifted. “You want a fuck?” he asked, blunt. My face went hot. “No! No, I don’t...” I waved my hands again. “Then what?” He turned fully around, his hands coming down to the waistband of his boxers. “I mean, this place,” I said, gesturing wildly to the vaulted ceilings and the massive carved pillars surrounding the water. “This place is fucking beautiful.”

But it’s Xavier after all and nothing in the world affects him. Neither bad and absolutely not good things. He steers his head over him who is in already quite bad mood for calling him time and again. I am sure Xavier is going to tell something weird to him as well. Maybe something like he said to the second period teacher. God I can’t hear his insults for teacher anymore. I close my ears with both of my palms and close my eyes for I can’t tolerate his immoral behavior at all. But then after pressing my ears for a long time, I don’t hear even a buzzing of anything. I mean not a single sound and then suddenly, I hear the beautiful sounds of the piano keys being echoed in the air.