The Poet X Quotes Novels & Stories

His brown eyes glowed with despair, and his ripped, patchwork gown bore testament to his tribulations. Xavier's pupils constricted, his gaze fixed on the intriguing man in front of him. Amid the stranger's confusing statements, he sought answers and clarity. "Where is the boy who was once held captive within these prison walls?" He said, his voice stern. With a reflective pause, the man responded with a figurative puzzle. "No raindrop ponders its destined place before it gracefully touches the ground," he said, his words full of profound insight and reflection.

Now, he was being told that his trauma was the only thing that could keep the forest from collapsing back into the White. "I don't want to be a god again," Xander said, his voice shaking. "I just want to be the man who grows the bread." "There is no bread here unless you dream it," Elias said, pointing to a patch of bare, gray earth. "Dream of the hunger you felt in the schoolhouse. Dream of the cold. And see what grows." Xander looked at me, a silent plea in his eyes. I knelt beside him, pressing my hand against the charcoal mark on his chest.

Then I whispered leaning towards him, “So from king to poet now?” “When I am with you, I can’t resist my poetic side, my love,” hugging my waist and pulling me closer to him, Xander whispered looking at my eyes. Then while leaning more towards me he mumbled again, “Nothing is above you, You are the twilight of my life And every time you are in my arms It is a feeling beyond words. You are nothing more than Every part of me. Nothing less than mine, You are the incredible and The irreplaceable love of my love.”

She says, a little flippantly. “I just thought you meant tonight with all the people here, not that the potential for me to be murdered in my sleep was at 99%. I’m going to die, they will kill me if I’m too close, but they will also kill me if anyone else gets too close. I’m so screwed.” Xander repeats. “What are you rambling about? Get a grip!” I look at him like he’s lost his mind. “You are supposed to look pretty, like the beautiful fifteen year old that you are. You are not supposed to look like a supermodel ready for your centerfold.” He scrubs his hands over his face.

XAVIER POV people say money is everything so is power. we all are running after money and power, status . It doesn,t matter what we do in the process to achieve it whether we kill someone , take someone right or something else. But we never understand how poisonous this power , money , status is. .. until we achieve it . Its like cancer it spread in your veins and you didn,t even know how it affects you until you come to the last stage where your whole body is affected by it and its dead .

Only they could make me believe in myself like they did. “Thank you both. We can and will do this. You’re right because I’m not alone. This world has been plagued by too much bullshit for too long. I’m not an idiot to think that it could become a paradise for all, but we can make it better even if only by riding it of a few things threatening it.” Xander stood up with me in his arms. He kissed me gently before placing my feet on the ground. I grabbed my phone and earbuds before taking his hand in mine and searching out some necessary coffee.

It would have been more poetic in my mind if he had been the person to do it, especially with how I had unconsciously obliterated every one of the attacking troops. “Would you do me the honour of lighting up the fires?” Xander asked, pulling me out of my thoughts. I looked around and didn’t see a torch or a small fire, so I cocked my head and pulled my eyebrows together. When he saw the look on my face, he came closer and wrapped me in his arms. He waited patiently, and I figured he wanted me to light the piers with magic.

Few months later. 😍 Alexander’s P.o.v😍 “All those times that i just want to stare at your eyes with the stars in the night. All those times,i just want to feel your warm embrace. You are just a dream that came true,i never you could here with me. I just can’t compare you with anything in this world” I finished reading the poem to her and she just smiled. We were in the garden late at night in my house. “That was beautiful, Xander, how do you always come with it?”

'Remember it all, every insult, every tear. Tattoo it on the inside of your mind. In life, knowledge of poisons is essential. I've told you, nobody becomes an artist unless they have to. In this sleepless night, as the darkness advances, look up at the sky and somehow remember that somewhere in this wide world, there are always people who love you, and people who need you. Because every person can't go on living alone.' ❤❤❤❤ LUCIFER AND TALOC ❤❤❤❤

“Xanthakos, if you start a huge battle in the Forty-Ninth Heaven, do you know how many lives will be destroyed?” Xanthakos was stunned. Then, he burst into laughter. Quentyn frowned. “Lives will be destroyed?” Xanthakos, who had finished laughing, asked coldly, “If we don’t do this, there might not even be living beings by then. So, how are we destroying their lives?” Quentyn was at a loss for words. Xanthakos was always like this. No matter what Quentyn asked him, he would speak plausibly and tell him a fact that he couldn’t refute.