The Poet X Quotes Novels & Stories

That constant whisper: Why can’t she be more like Amber? “You’re going to drink yourself to death one of these days,” Xavier said, sliding into the booth beside me. I didn’t even glance at him. I always liked being alone, but at the end of the day, despite all the combat training in the world—I was still a girl. “Whatever,” I muttered, brushing him off and snapping at his hand when he tried to take the bottle. He grinned. “Have you heard from your mom? Has she finally accepted you into her royal cult?”

Xander's POV Days had passed since the conversation with my father, and his words had taken up permanent residence in my mind the way certain things do when they find the right wound to settle into. They were there when I worked. There when I tried to sleep. There in that particular quiet between waking and dreaming when the mind has no defences left. I couldn't shake them no matter what I reached for. Love is not for people like us. I had been turning the words over ever since, examining them from every angle, trying to find the place where they stopped being true. Some days I almost managed it. Most days I didn't.

Four months later... Over time, we became accomplices, and every day my feeling for Mr. X increased. His words warmed me and made me happy. Mr. X says: I’m sorry I didn’t talk to you yesterday. To make up for it, a poem. "You’ll know that I don’t love you and that I love you since in two ways is life, the word is a wing of silence, The fire is half cold. I love you to start loving you,

“Stop. Don’t repeat any of that.” I keep going anyway, because it’s already inside me. “And they said I’m disgusting for loving someone younger.” He snaps. “You’re not disgusting. You’re human. And they don’t get to act like saints when all they do is poison people online.” My voice lowers. “It hurts, Xander.” He turns to me, eyes softening. “I know. I know it does.” The phone buzzes again. He grabs it, ready to throw it, but I put a hand on his arm.

she asked. "Aren't you someone who never cries?" Xavier casually remarked. Despite his tone, his heart had broken at the mere sight of her crying in her sleep. "I wasn't crying." Quinn frowned. "Only the weak cry. I have never been someone weak." She needed to become a stronger person if she wanted to live a good and fulfilling life. "Sure, you weren't." Xavier played along with her. Quinn ignored him as she opened the car door and got out. Xavier followed suit once he saw that.

Thea have a rough guessed. Could it be Mr. P is Mr. Pirlore? "Why? Is he trying to seduce you?” there was a playful tone behind Xander's question. Thea could feel a bit of probing too. "You know what? I'm sure if you stayed there longer, there would be a lot of guys swarming around you." Thea snorted. “Quite the jokes. You know that's not true." Xander shook his head. “How long will your low self-esteem go away? Even with your scars showing, you're really pretty," Xander muttered.

--- Silence Absolute silence. --- My Chest Hurts Because suddenly— I understand. --- The Guilt The guilt isn't logical. But it's there. --- Xavier "When I called back..." He stops. --- For The First Time I see genuine pain break through his control. --- Xavier "It was too late." --- My Eyes Burn Immediately. --- Because No matter how powerful he became afterward— No amount of success fixed that moment. --- My Feet Move Before I Think Toward him. --- Xavier Doesn't Stop Me

she mocked as she drove the knife's point into his upper chest. Po looked like he'd been smooshed by a truck. "How the - " "Say another word about my being human, about my friend Anda, or my mother, and I'll run you through like I'm trying to make swiss cheese out of your body." Daaaamn. Sweets gots some sour in her makeup. "Why are you smirking, Xander?" Asher asked. I filled them in without dropping too far out of Junior's head. I heard a number of what sounded like high-fives taking place.

Alexa p.o.v "So what do you wanna tell me after class?" Xander asked. Right now, we're heading to our next class...general PE! "Hmm, first I wanna know, how much do you love me?" I ask him. "More than I can explain!" He answered without hesitation. I scoff. "Are you just saying this because you need me to get your staff of authority?" He stops walking and stares at me with a deep frown. "Who told you about that?"

Xavier was my diary, whatever I felt or thought, I told him and in return he would advise me. "What do you want to know about the outside, doll?" "How the sun feels..." I paused, looking out at the bright sun, "how the moon looks like as I lay under it. I wonder how rain feels and tastes," I replied to him, telling him the truth. "The outside is unkind, doll, and it's no place for someone like you. You shouldn't wonder about it and you shouldn't wonder about the evil of it. It looks beautiful when you're not really a part of it," Xavier paused, having my full attention now as I looked into his wise eyes, "trust me, I've been a part of it and all it does is take from the innocent. There are h