The Poet X Quotes Novels & Stories

But the words; I could remember every sentence: TEMPORARY THINGS HAVE A HABIT OF FORGETTING THEY’RE TEMPORARY- UNTIL THEY BECOME ANOTHER TRAGEDY. DON’T BE ONE OF THEM. No one plays a prank with that kind of statement. Those words now lived rent-free in my head, sending chills all over me intermittently. ‘Hi baby,’ I felt Xavier hug me from behind. ‘What’s up?’ I had been standing aloof, facing the swimming pool. Captivated by the way the light from the midday sun made the blue colors dance around the water, I stood, my thoughts trapping me back in time. And that’s where he found me.

I find myself repeating at the beautiful lights. "How many times have you been here." I turn to Xavier who is busy on his phone. doesn't he ever gets tired of that stupid electronic device. "So many times that I have lost count." Xavier replies after a few moment of silence. "I almost forgot for a minute that you are a business man." "You sure did." Xavier smiles at me. I bring my hands to my mouth in a cup shape, I blow hot air into it. Gosh it really is cold, I can hardly feel my hands.

X was in deep thought, as slowly composed the words that would convey his thoughts. “A piece of me died the day my parents passed. Since that fateful day, I have lost count of the people that have withered away before my eyes. I have been molded by the very things that I have chosen to neglect. Only by the merits of my conditioning, have I managed to survive. Never did I imagine that I would find love.” X kneeled closely to Ka-RIn, before embracing her.

She was about to close it when a strange ominous feeling began to creep up behind her and for a very slight moment, this summoned a memory of a certain similar feeling she had only felt back when she was. “Look for me in hell.” Rattled, Natasha quickly turned round after somebody whispered in her ear. “Whoa, did I startle you?” It was Xander, grinning smugly at her. “Really,” responded Natasha, raising an eyebrow, “now you're quoting lines from the book?” “What’s the point of reading stuff if you can't apply shit?” Natasha found herself smiling before turning back to shut her locker. “Speaking of reading,” added Xander, this time moving closer to Natasha and almost obscuring her from shuttin

I look out of the window, seeing the trees pass by me, so quickly. " Let the time, brush past us, still we will stand in the wave of memories, living a thousand years together in seconds," I say the quotes, I once wrote in my diary. " You and Xander. Your love's special. It makes me desire something like that too." Says Jacob, with his eyes fixed on the road. His lips curved to form a small smile.

My breath caught. “You’re stronger than you think,” he said, his voice steady. “You fight even when it’s likely a lost cause. You don’t break, even if the whole world tries to break you. And that?” His fingers touched the pendant gently. “And that’s what this represents.” My throat tightened and I swallowed hard. I’d been told my whole life that I was nothing. That I was weak, disposable. And now here was Xander — hearing me in a way I had never allowed myself to hear.

I admitted, and the confession felt like dropping a coin into a dark well. “You don’t have to be perfect,” she said. “You just have to be persistent. One truth at a time.” She squeezed my hand. “I’ll help.” The phone buzzed under the pillow again, a tiny, mocking heartbeat. I swallowed past the lump in my throat and let out a breath that shook. I whispered, “But what if my truth isn’t enough? What if people believe him?” Before Sophie could answer, Xander walked in, his voice cold and sharp. “Then we make them believe you.”

Watching the sun set over the Mediterranean. “What are you thinking?” Xander asked, refilling my wine glass. “That I didn’t know life could be this good. That I didn’t know happiness like this existed.” “It exists because we fought for it. Because we didn’t give up even when it was hard.” “We did fight for it, didn’t we?” “Hell yes, we did. And we won.” He raised his glass. “To us. To fighting for what matters. To love that survives everything.” “To us.”

"Malachi, you underestimate the power of our bond. It is not merely a love between us but a connection that transcends time and space. It is a beacon of hope that will guide us through this darkness." Xander's eyes blazed with an unyielding determination as he added, "We may be weakened, but the strength of our unity is immeasurable. We stand together, united against you and all that you represent. You may have diminished our power, but you cannot extinguish the flame of our resilience."

“I'm pretty sure the boys will understand whatever I say to them. They're smart like that.” Xavier walked to the huge mirror that hung on the wall to look at himself. He looked thinner with bags under his eyes and his hair looked so messy. “I want access to the gym.” He angrily turned away from the mirror. He hated how he looked. “You don't need the gym.” She challenged the look in his eyes. “Please.” He raked his fingers through his hair and sat on the bed. “I need to feel alive again. I just feel like I'm barely living.”