X Pen Novels & Stories

"Over a pen..." Esther retrieved her phone and handed the teacher a photo of the pen, casually stating, "This pen was a gift for Felix when he started school. It's a limited edition, one-of-a-kind, made of platinum and adorned with rubies, sapphires, emeralds, and diamonds. It features 840 diamonds totaling over 20 carats." Having never encountered such a pen before, Megan promptly denied its existence, exclaiming, "That's impossible! Don't try to deceive me with some street stall item!"

Then she opened the pen cap curiously, but it looked like just an ordinary pen. Seeing the disappointment in her face, Joshua took the pen and unscrewed the cap. “This pen is actually a small cell phone.” He pointed to what was supposed to be an ink cartridge, but there was a series of numeric keys. You can make a call with this. Besides, you can pre-set a number you can call at any time. Press this button for two seconds, and the phone will dial out automatically. It comes with a global positioning system that allows searchers to find specific locations within 10 meters quickly.”

Lara scorned “Let’s buy her some jewelry.” “The idea is to motivate not distract.” Dana spoke with a lopsided grin as she pulled Lara and Sarah into the shop. “Wow…. Feels like I have travelled back in time.” Sarah giggled. She hadn’t been in a stationary shop since primary school. Everything was electronic these days and no one purchased pens and pencils anymore. Hardley also was not your average stationary. They had world class, one-of-a-kind items. Like a gold plated pen from Dollex or a quill inspired pen made from the lightest metal alloy and so on….

“A calligraphy pen. He has a decent handwriting… it will suit him well.” The shopkeeper nodded and excused herself briefly. When she returned, she carried several boxes, arranging them in tidy rows before opening each one. “Our best and finest pens.” She said with glee. “If you don’t like these, I can bring more but these designs are uncommon. Perfect for someone who appreciates unique styles.” Sarang ran his fingers over the pens, examining each carefully, until his eyes caught on the last one—a striking cobalt blue with a silver tip. He imagined Nathan’s face lighting up as he used it, and his chest warmed at the thought.

It just quieted, until it became something softer, harder to recognize. A week into my solitude, a small package arrived at my doorstep. No sender’s name, just my address written neatly across the front. Inside was a fountain pen. The same kind I lost years ago, the same brand Joaquin once said was his favorite. There was no note. No explanation. But I didn’t need one. I knew it was from him. And that tiny gesture undid me more than any apology could have. That night, I sat at my desk, staring at the blank page on my screen. My fingers hovered over the keys. The cursor blinked, waiting.

"I am not sitting in this luxury penthouse while they torment my father!" Alexander reached into his inner jacket pocket, pulling out a sleek, minimalist silver fountain pen. He unscrewed the top cap with a precise twist, revealing a micro-electronic blue LED tip, and carefully slid it into the small interior tailoring pocket of my sapphire dress, right over my collarbone.

his voice was calm, way too calm and it had an ominous tone to it. He brought out something like a pen and placed it on the table. It seemed like a pen but I knew certainly that it was not. It was one of the designs from our company and I knew better than anyone that the pen, unlike any other, was used for the sole purpose of recording conversations and capturing moments. A tool I would have carried with me if only I knew how fucked up Bobby was going to be. “What’s this for?” I asked, pointing at the pen “Common, see for yourself” he replied, giving me the go ahead to pick it up and make it work.

Sixty years of the second life. She writes with the new pen — the fourth pen now, each one succeeding the last, each one carrying the weight of its predecessor without requiring the predecessor's history. She bought this pen in January. It has ten months of briefs in it. Forty years of practice in her, flowing through a ten-month pen. The pen is the vessel. The practice is the thing.

When Xavier saw the sign, he asked. "Nothing... I just wanted to know if you own the pen in the room." Since I can't tell Xavier that I signed because of how good-looking he is, I just used the initialed pen as an excuse. "My room has it. That means it belongs to me "Xavier replied gruffly. "Hmm, I'm just curious... My father's custom pen is the same as yours, and as far as I can remember, only royalty use those kinds of pens."

She replied with a smile. "That's huge for you, congrats." "I bought a gift for you to show you my appreciation." She said bringing out a medium-sized box from her bag. "I...wanted to get something expensive for you, so I got you this." Philip accepted it with a smile and opened it, then he brought out a pen, which had his surname CRUZ engrafted in the body of the pen. "I figured out that you love writing because of the letters you send whenever you want to inform anyone." The both of them laughed and Philip took another look at the pen. It was beautifully blue, with some engrafted designs on it.