The Poet X Quotes With Page Numbers Novels & Stories

"No, they're not good. And they're more of quotes anyway, they're short." "Okay, so tell me one. Tell me your favourite one." I bit my lip and look at him, contemplating whether I should or shouldn't. I have one in mind, the most recent one. As I watch him driving, his brown curls not falling over his eyes for once because he gelled them, the poem comes out by itself. "She couldn't understand," I begin, whispering, and gulp, still observing him, "why she found comfort in the dark, when all her life she had a fear of darkness."

If tears were the price of divinity, then let the night remember mine. END OF BOOK 1💜

“Let it.” XENIA’S POV This table is not polished. It is not perfect. But it is mine. And sometimes that is all you need to start again. XENIA’S POV This table is not polished. It is not perfect. But it is mine. And sometimes, that is all you need to start again.

The door bell rang at that moment, leaving me perplexed as to who else might have arrived. He must have noticed the tense expression on my face. as his next words calmed me down He said, "Calm down, Lexi. I ordered pizza earlier. I suppose it's the delivery boy." The door bell rang once more. He opened it halfway, then stood up and walked to the door. He conversed with the person for a while while standing there. before bringing a pizza box inside and closing the door. We finished the pizza in a matter of minutes, and before we knew it, we were both naked on the bed.

I ran my fingers over the smooth page, my eyes roaming the poem he had left open for me. My love, you have too many smiles left in you to be so sad. -Atticus

“It does taste like shit.” “I am not angry she is a crow,” X finally said. “I am angry, I never got to protect you.” I scoffed. “Same thing Achilles said.” “He meant it,” X replied. “He walked into that auction house alone, with barely any weapons, scared as fuck, not for himself, but because of what they would have done to you,” Xiomar said. “You know, when he described how you looked, I thought he was joking,” he continued. I swallowed my spot, wetting my dry throat. “What did he say?”

He only linked my pinky in his and stayed outside the club's deep-green closed door with me until I'd mustered enough bravado to enter inside. A scrawny girl wearing thick round Harry Potter glasses is on the shriny stage they built. Splashes of screaming colour smudge the wall, and when I squint I see that they are figures, small figurine like paintings that resemble Nok art and igbo-ukwu works. Written in bold mural alphabets on another stretch of the wall is a quote: There is no greater agony, than the agony of an untold story. She reads out her poem. It's called "earlier than yesterday", and she uses bogus words like matador, incandescent, and malaise. I wonder if everyone here underst

he asked, checking her progress. "It took you a whole afternoon to read two pages?" "Hey, at least I mastered everything on these two pages!" Nancy retorted. "Is that so? Then why did you get five out of seven questions wrong?" "Don't look at my answers! I haven't checked them yet." Nancy snatched the book from him. At the same time, Xander walked into the room. There was a lipstick stain on his neck, and faint scratch marks on the exposed part of his collarbone. However, he seemed not to notice at all and instead plopped down in a chair.

22 I tried yet again to find some sort of hope in this situation. Maybe if I'm holding the files people wouldn't get so suspicious. 37 Or maybe he'll be back by the time I get back. 1 Xander stopped and opened up his door. 4 I just need to get through this and then it'll all be over. Without another word, I stepped into his room. 797

Xavier, who had seemed bored minutes ago, adjusted in his seat immediately he heard those words and looked eager to hear what was next. “So, what was this deal?” he inquired. I ran my eyes over the pages as I flipped through them. “It doesn’t say. Hold on, let me keep going,” I said. I stopped when I reached a particular page. “He mentions here that he has done many things he’s not proud of, but this has to be the worst and he voices out his regrets,” I said, and continued flipping through the pages.