The Poet X Audiobook Novels & Stories

The air in the room was thick with the smell of old paper and the lingering tension between the two people, whose paths had crossed in this unexpected encounter. As he delivered his profound query, the author's voice, flowing with poetic brilliance, echoed through the air. "Why am I here?" he wondered, his words tinged with intrigue and mystery. Xavier met the author's gaze, his face expressionless. "You have a few answers to give me," he said firmly and unwaveringly. The author's eyes glowed with curiosity as he sought clarity. "And then?" he asked, his voice trembling with excitement. Xavier's statement had a contemplative tone to it. "I would consider whether to grant you the gift of cont

We kissed one last time as the last boarding call announcement came over the loudspeakers. ‘I love you Sasha’ I told him for the first time. He smiled down at me. ‘I love you too, Malyshka.’ I walked away from him, breaking contact for the first time since we had arrived at the airport. I rummaged through my carry-on bag for my earphones before putting it in the overhead compartment. My hand ran across something unfamiliar. I pulled out a worn out book with Cyrillic writing on the cover, clearly belonging to Sasha. I found my earphones, shuffled my playlist, and flipped through the book. It was a collection of poetry by a Russian poet named Alexander Pushkin. The whole book was in Russian bu

“Xander, I swear to—“ “His throbbing cock traces her wet cunt, making her cry out—“ I scream his name louder, pushing my body to move. It doesn’t heed to my command and I’m still stuck in place, trying to push through a wall I cannot see. “Harder, Zade, harder.” He says in a high pitched voice, trying to mimic that of a woman’s. I would have laughed at how ridiculous he sounded if I wasn’t mortified. I could have sworn the words didn’t sound that dirty when I was reading them. “Take that dirty whore, cum all over your daddy’s cock?” Xander finishes with a note of question, he looks up and our eyes meet. There is amusement and something else in his. He closes the book and I let out a sigh of

They didn't stop until they were deep inside the drowned, forgotten warrens beyond the city limits, where the rain was a softer hiss and the earth no longer trembled. Xander’s chest still smoked where the chain had struck him, a raw, angry burn. Her runes still pulsed, too bright, too alive, with too much power. They faced each other in the dark, water dripping from their clothes and hair. No one spoke for a long moment. Their labored, shared breathing was the only sound. Xander’s voice finally broke the silence, low and hoarse and devoid of all his usual teasing edge: “...You’re burning, Eva.”

Then looked at the father sitting in front of him "Yeah, I think it's just him. But, I haven't asked Alice and Logan this yet. They're still resting, and I'll ask them later!" Xander re-opened the last page of the brown-bound book, it had been a long time since Xander had found something like the one he was reading now. History books wrapped in fantasy stories really won't make him feel bored if he has to repeat to read the book. Mr.Erick closed his eyes, if Sebastian just said that, magic must be really so powerful.

Author P.O.V. Xander sat on his bed thinking about the time they spent together, everything looked like a dream to him. He pinched himself occasionally in a bid to know if it was a dream. He looked at his phone occasionally, waiting for her call but her call never came. The memories of the first time he met her at the club, kept on playing in his head. Her smiling face, beautiful curved pink lips, blue cat eyes. He found himself smiling as he remembered how childish she do laugh, during their conversations. Her smooth feminine voice which bright up his days. Now it was all gone, she left him alone, to face the ugly art of mourning. Xander wrapped his hands around himself, as tears f

Xavier. Audrey trembles as I make her come with my tongue the second time. Her fingers twitch against the couch, her legs slack but still slightly quivering, like aftershocks of an earthquake. I watch as her chest rises and falls with uneven breaths, giving her a brief reprieve. Her lips are parted, and her skin is shining with sweat under the dim light. After a few seconds of watching her, I dive in again like a man starved. Because I was starved for three weeks and now that I have her, I want to drown in her.

POV: Julian Vane-Moretti The night was supposed to be a period at the end of a very long sentence. But as I stood in the quiet of my private study in the Nexus, the city humming like a distant hive outside my window, I realized that for an Auditor, there is no such thing as a finished book. There is only a ledger that hasn't been turned to the next page yet.

Guttural. Wrong. Alison stirred beside me, her breath catching. "Xander," she whispered. "I hear it." The sound came again, reverberating through the walls like a predator stalking its prey. My blood ran cold. Priya was laid to peace. So who the fuck was echoing in the darkness?

He reached for a slim book on the nightstand and began reading softly—not about business or law, but a collection of short poems. “I didn’t know you read poetry,” Liora commented, resting her head. “I wanted to try it, for you.” Xavier read verse after verse in his low, steady voice. At last, Liora closed her eyes, peace settling over her. “Xavier?” she mumbled, half-asleep. “Hm?” “Don’t leave me, not even for a moment.” “I won’t leave. Sleep. I’m here.” And he meant it. The entire night, Xavier did not move away. One hand stroked her belly, the other held her fingers. He watched her face for a long time, as if engraving every second into his memory.