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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.

Xavier's infectious laughter filled the room, lifting my spirits and setting a joyful tone for the day. As we savored the last bites of our breakfast, I suggested that we delve into the spiritual realm by studying a passage from the Bible. I asked Xavier to retrieve two bibles from the shelf, and he eagerly obliged, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. We settled in the cozy living room, the soft sunlight casting a warm glow upon us. Opening the sacred book, we turned to Psalm 22:3-15, a passage that spoke of trust in God's providence and deliverance in times of trouble.

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"You... you remember that?" Xavier stood there for a long beat, his hands sliding loosely into the pockets of his sweatpants. His jaw relaxed just a fraction, his expression completely unguarded in the quiet space of my room. "Some things are hard to forget," he said quietly. Before I could even find the words to reply, he turned around and walked out into the corridor, his quiet footsteps echoing softly until his bedroom door clicked shut down the hall. I stayed exactly where I was, kneeling on the carpet and holding the heavy textbook against my chest. I looked down at the creased corner of the page, my heart beating a slow, steady rhythm against my ribs. For the first time,the silence lef

"If I see one more cliché, one more lazy adjective, the punishment will escalate." I began to type, my fingers shaking. The friction of my pussy rubbing against his erection with every slight movement of my hips was driving me insane. I was trying to think about literature, about power and surrender, but all I could feel was the heat of him. I could hear the muffled sound of a student coughing in the hallway, the distant sound of a door closing. The risk was a physical weight in the room. "Paragraph one," Xander murmured, his voice dropping an octave, becoming that dangerous, velvet growl. "It's still too wordy. You're hiding behind big words because you're afraid to be direct. Be direct, Zo

she mentioned. Alexa made an exit from Mrs. Hems’ office. She walked down the dark and narrow hallway, still staring at the book cover. Finally, she reached the room where all of the other kids slept. She found her and Pax’s bunk bed at the very end of the room. She noticed that Pax was already asleep, snoring. She chuckled a bit, yet she ignored it and jumped on her bed. Now she was lying there, holding her book up so she can read. Her lamp was beside her as she read :“She hath, and in that sparing makes huge waste, For beauty starved with her severity. Cuts beauty off from all posterity. She is too fair, too wise, wisely too fair, To merit bliss by making me despair: She hath forsworn to l

I couldn't able to complete my sentence when, In a blink of an eye, Xavier grabbed my forearm pinning me harshly on the wall, making me winced in pain. A/P “One’s dignity may be assaulted, vandalized and cruelly mocked, but it can never be taken away unless it is surrendered.” ~Anonymous

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?”

My lip quivers when I sob my heart out, "XANDER! DON'T YOU DARE!" Soul continues to pull my sobbing form back. "Please do something! Please DO SOMETHING SOUL" I scream. "I can't! Xander would want me to protect you instead." This can't be happening. My feel as if I'm not getting enough air with how much air I am breathing in. Please this can't be real. THIS CAN'T BE REAL!!! Xander looks at me dead in the eye he nods at me and gives me a small smile. He links to my mind and recites the saying that his inmates created when one of them die..... May we meet again.

"He was never yours!" Xander raised the book, and purple threads descended from the ceiling, thick as cables, wrapping around our limbs. "You’ve made a mess of the page, Alpha. Now, I have to burn the whole chapter." The room exploded into white light.