X Pen Novels & Stories

I did want to get him one that would last though. It was a few hundred dollars for the pen, and I hadn’t intended to spend that kind of money, but I decided to make an exception for the pen. It was a nice gold and emerald pen, with a private message inside the pen when turned a certain way. I found someone that could engrave it the same day.

I smiled at him as he handed me the new pen, and inspected it as I brought it closer to my view. “The design is similar to the used pen, huh?” I asked. “Indeed.” Taylor nodded. “It is quite a high-quality pen, bought from Bivorak Company.” I raised an eyebrow. “High quality?” Taylor cleared his throat. “That one in your hands, My Lord. Can last for several years with consistent ink filling. The pen that you just discarded have lasted two to three years actually.” “Oh.” I pursed my lips. Obviously, I won’t remember it. I am not Lancelot, and I rarely use a pen that needs ink filling back in my previous world. But to have a pen that can be filled up with ink, huh? That sounds really useful.

I was Haven Kenway, and I would not let some stupid, twelve-year-old boy get to me. I grabbed my favorite pencil — one of the good ones, the kind with the type of eraser that didn’t leave annoying streaks on the paper — and I sharpened it with my handheld sharpener until it was as pointy as possible. My pencils always had to be sharp. I couldn’t stand dull pencils. I then took out a piece of my nice, crisp, white paper with perfect blue lines, and wrote back to my pen pal who didn’t want me.

Shortly afterward, he returned with a stack of paper and a pen. The pen was a special design—its body made of soft silicone, not much longer than a crayon, with a thick, rounded tip that couldn’t possibly cause harm. Lyla had expected this. She never intended to use the pen as a weapon; her real focus was on the paper.

Gaspar promised me surrendering. My smile became wider because he finally agreed. "I have a paper here and a pen," Stefano said and took out from his bag a paper and a pen—a very medieval type of pen that has a black feather and an inker. I immediately came and took it. I'm not good at using this pen but I can still write well. Honey,

She explained as she took the pen out of the casing and showed it to Freya, though, still careful not to turn on the taser feature. “Woah, that’s nice. Maybe I should ask Hestia where she could buy that. I also would love to have that.” commented Freya as she observed the pen from the hold of Yulia. Indeed, even the pen itself looked so elegant and delicate, also the intricate carvings of vines and flowers by the body and the initials of Yulia were detailed and so mesmerising to look at to the point that she remembered that expensive pen: Graf von Faber- Castell Pen. but unfortunately, her time of admiring the pen was needed to be cut short. “And you should see this o—” Yulia was about to sa

Vanessa asked. Dad smiled and took one of it too, similar to what we are holding now. "It's not just a pen, it can be a gun," he said and pushed the button in the upper part of the pen and it released a small bullet but the vase he targeted turned into pieces, almost ash, but there is no sound at all, it's like it has a silencer. "And a knife," he continued and slid his finger in the middle part of the pen, from below to upward and then a knife came out of it. Wow, I am starting to fall in love with this pen. I need this always. "This is the only weapon you can take there as they will examine you," I nodded, smiling while looking at the folder I am holding. It's time to take a glimpse at wha

It was sitting in the marble pen holder. I picked it up. It felt heavy. It was a beautiful pen. It was made of sterling silver and had a small diamond on the clip. I turned it over in my hand. I noticed something strange. There was a tiny hole near the top of the cap. It was smaller than a pinhead. I looked closer. I had seen pens like this before. They weren't for writing. They were for gathering information. My heart started to beat fast. I didn't look at Chloe. I kept my head down. I unscrewed the cap of the pen. Inside, there was no ink. There was only a small, green circuit board and a tiny microphone. It was a digital recording device.

“Customized which means someone asked specifically for it, an electronic drawing pen that calms the nerves?” “Technically, yes. She said the customer paid twelve thousand dollars for it.” I gasped. I just stared at her like she was insane, but maybe she was. I mean, she just called a pen for twelve thousand dollars. “Is she sure? That sounds absurd. It’s just a … pen.” Her brows came together in a frown. “The only one of its kind in the world…” She let out a sigh and removed her black hair tie, letting her blue hair fall freely on her shoulders. “There’s something else…”

A shape *popped* into existence around my fingers. It's solid where nothing else had been. My fist was suddenly full of something narrow and smooth. I looked down—or the ink’s version of down—and saw it. A pen. Plain. Plastic. Its barrel glowed with an eerie mix of light and shadow—the blue‑black of midnight ink shot through with white, like someone had cracked a star and poured it into a Bic. The Game hissed. “UNSANCTIONED OBJECT—” it began. “Too late,” I said.