The Poet X Audiobook Novels & Stories

I have accidentally stepped on Prince Xavier's foot a number of times before I can finally do it. After the lesson , I went to the library and looked for the section where I can read about the fundamentals of magic, which I should have learned in my first year but Audrey didn't even bother learning it properly thinking she doesn't really need it for she is marrying the crown prince and also since she's really bad at magic, it seems like she gave up on it. I arrived at the right column of books and saw Professor Xander. Remembering our conversation yesterday, I slowly turned around and attempted to leave the place.

“You have evil plans against me in the future.” Draymond shrugged. “Allow the future take care of itself. Live in the present for now, boy. You have the big opening. You can become a Sentinel today.” “So you think I should kill Jimin?” Xavier said, turning the book in his hands. “I didn’t say you should do anything,” Draymond frowned. “I just gave you the book that would best suit what you need to do right now.” Xavier turned the book over in his hands searching for a name. “This book was written by….” He turned the book around looking for the author’s name and he finally found it.

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

His answer was calm, certain, almost unnerving in its simplicity. Silence stretched between us. Xavier is different, he didn’t touch me, didn’t demand more than my time. Just talked. He asked about books, of all things, and I found myself telling him about the battered fairy tale I used to hide under my pillow. He listened as though every word was precious. I shouldn’t have felt safe, I shouldn’t have smiled as much as I did. But with him, I forgot, just for a moment, who I was and where I was.

I didn’t need it. I carried the coat with me to bed like a child with a blanket and curled onto it, dragging the heavy fabric beneath me, breathing him in, cursing under my breath with every shake of my fevered limbs. “You bastard,” I whispered, voice hoarse. “You poisoned me.” And I meant it. Because only Xavier could make me feel like I was dying and alive all at once. — Xavier’s POV Seven days in the dungeon. No food. No warmth. No kindness.

"I'm waiting for Mom to read it to me." "How about I read it to you?" Sean suggested as he looked at Xavier, who smelled fresh and clean after the shower. Remembering that Sean had helped him during the shower, and since he seemed eager to read the book, Xavier nodded and said, "Alright. You can read it." "This young child is rather prideful," Sean thought. He sat Xavier down on his lap, wrapped his arms around him, and opened the picture book. Xavier's ears turned red as he listened to Sean's deep voice from behind him, feeling the vibrations from his chest as he spoke.

Aiden is coming to the reading. The reading is good. I wish there was more original work, seeing as the first poet just recited Poe’s work. I am feeling comfortable with Felix and Aiden and happily watch Aiden’s beer while he goes to the restroom. He must speed pee and have the ability to obfuscate, because I nearly jump out of my skin when he returns so quickly, so quietly and so close with those yellow cat eye contacts and his fangs that complete the spooky look. A shiver runs down my spine. How am I both scared and turned on by him at the same time? We laugh and enjoy the second poet whose original work follows the same macabre theme as Poe’s, yet feels fresh.

Xavier, on the other hand, was tenacious, his grip tight as he dragged me onto his back, rejecting my protest. "Close your eyes if you must, but I implore you to open them and see the beauty that awaits you beyond. There is a world waiting to be discovered," suggested Xavier, his voice tinged with seduction. Fear tightened its grasp on my heart, causing my eyelids to close firmly. As Xavier scaled the steps at breakneck speed, the wind blew through my long, curly hair. The world passed me by, but I mustered the strength to open my eyes, allowing slivers of the breathtaking scene to enter my mind.

Giving him a sheepish smile in return, I still did not let go of the blanket covering me. But yes, obviously, while I was worrying about one thing, the other thing had been forgotten by me. "What are these?" Xander asked with a hand in the left pocket of his black trousers and the other holding a delicate piece of gold trimmed, pale sheet of paper. "I'm dying to have my lips on yours." His low husky and deep voice with a strong magnetic charm uttered the words so softly but the way his eyes grazed over my lips as he read seemed to be the complete opposite.

I bit my lip so hard I tasted blood, my body shaking. "I agree," Xander continued into the phone, his voice steady, while he began to pick up the pace. He was hitting my cervix with every thrust, a deep, thudding pressure that made my toes curl. "The curriculum for the spring semester needs a more rigorous approach to the Romantic poets. I've already begun implementing some... specialized tutoring for the struggling students." I was losing my mind. The cognitive dissonance was staggering. I could hear the Dean talking on the other end, the muffled voice of university administration, while the man I was bonded to was ruthlessly fucking me into the desk.