Novel & Cerita The Poet X Audiobook

Athlea placed her mouth beside his ears, releasing her melody to his ears. Her legs started to tremble. She fell to the seat, then widened her legs. “Damn.” Xander unzipped her dress, letting her breasts fling free. The sound of Xander’s phone ring pierced through their ears. Xander’s eyes lifted from her breasts to the phone. He answered it. “This better be worth it or you will lose a leg bastard.” Athlea watched as Xander’s eyes widened. He let out a loud hiss, then ran his hand through his hair.

"You shouldn't wait for me, I'll call you when I'm out" " You sure?"The man ask worriedly. " Yeah" Xander close the door behind him and switch on the touch and walk to the desk filled with old books,pencils,inks and peacock feathers,he fix his gaze on it absentmindedly and came to an abrupt stop when he saw a slight opened door,he step outside ignoring the sudden chills and look beyond the small fence dividing The Mack's and The Augustyn.

The fireplace crackled softly, casting amber light across the lakehouse living room. Shadows danced across the walls as the wind outside whispered through the trees. Inside, time felt suspended. Ava sat cross-legged on the thick rug, the warmth of the fire brushing her bare arms. She was reading from a dog eared poetry collection she’d found tucked between old novels on a high shelf. The spine was cracked. The pages smelled like memories. The poems weren’t curated or famous just raw, honest words scrawled by someone who must’ve loved too deeply.

Someone that was staring at her. ‘Oh crap.’ “Sorry,” She mouthed and he shrugged. They started again by reading the first chapter together. Xeelany listened attentively to each word as she slowly progressed through each sentence. She tried to concentrate on every single syllable as she felt as if her mind was being filled with water from all those words flowing over each other in a never ending flow. “You should really try harder at understanding these,” Xavier chuckled as he put a bookmark in the book they were currently reading and closed it. “You’ve barely gotten through a fourth chapter now.”

THE PRIDE AND PREJUDICE BY JANE AUSTEN. I was about halfway through my book when Xander came through the door. "Little, mate. What are you doing?" I showed him my book. "It's my favorite," He nods and sits down next to me. "Xander, can I ask you something?" He nods. "Of course," I told him about everything—the condition of their house. I told him I paid to repipe it and stocked them full of food. I told him about the letters as well. "I haven't gotten a letter," He mutters.

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"Show me. Show me who you are when you're not being perfect. When you're not trying to prove anything. Just you." He's quiet for a long moment. Then he pulls away. Goes back to the chair. Picks up the book again. "Sit," he says. I sit. He opens the book. Finds a page. Starts reading. His voice changes. Softens. Like the words mean something. Like they're important. It's poetry. Old. Beautiful. About wolves and moonlight and bonds that transcend death. I close my eyes. Let his voice wash over me. Let myself just feel.

She was strong-headed, powerful, kind-hearted and fearless. I traced the spine of the book and sighed. I am anything but fearless, I thought. Sometimes, I would have crippling anxiety that would prevent me from breathing altogether or nightmares of blood and torture that would wake me in the middle of the night. No, I was not a fearless person. “You’re still in here?” Xander whispered. His voice made me jump, and I quickly removed my fingers from the book. Xander dashed inside the study and promptly closed the door behind him. He walked over to my desk and placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder before he leaned down and softly touched his lips to my cheek.

His dry lips fumbled over the words, pale and trembling. “If I’d known it was Seraphina—I would never have—” “Shut up.” Xander’s voice was a low snarl, venomous and shaking. “You’re not worthy to say her name.” He turned his back, but the moment he did, his strength vanished like a flame in a blizzard. He collapsed, sinking into the snow as though crushed by a mountain. “Seraphina…” He crawled forward, inch by agonizing inch, his hands shaking. Blood streamed from his eyes, mixing with the frost. His lips parted, but all that came out were broken, gasping sounds—choked syllables of her name.

I whisper. This time, the tears don’t feel like weakness. They feel like healing. Like something finally beginning. ************************ Unspoken Desires - Book 3…. Coming Soon