X Pen Novels & Stories

I replied. “Take notes if necessary. Or better…” he went to the receptionist. “Mr. Brown! How may I help you?” she asked politely. “Give me a Live Scribe 3 SmartPen” She gave him some pen and damn, it looked expensive. “So that you don’t care about saving or writing very beautifully on your papers. Writing on the phone is damn hard. Just take this..." he took a real good paper bundle of like… 10 pages. “And write on them”

“Whatever you want.” “Sure. Whatever you want,” he repeated calmly. “May I borrow a pen?” I asked. I had already noticed the expensive pen resting in the pocket of his shirt. Without a word, he pulled it out and handed it to me. It was a sleek black Montblanc, the top adorned with a small sapphire that glimmered faintly under the light. Elegant. Expensive. Just like the man who owned it. “I’ll write the changes here,” I said, already turning the contract over. “You’ll have to modify the official document anyway.”

The ball point pen said to the pencil. “It's ok. As long as she's pweeedddyy” the pencil replied. “Seriously, Micah…” “I like her pretty hair” the pencil continued. “I like her pretty eyes” the pen replied. “And I like her pretty everything” Micah said in his normal voice. I blinked rapidly. I hadn't been expecting him to cut it out so suddenly. Neither had I been expecting him to say…all of that.

Author’s pov Lucas sat in his office, his long blue sleeves neatly folded at the ends. He occupied his usual spot on the tenth floor, surrounded by documents waiting for his signature. Each time he glanced at the name engraved on his pen, a deep breath escaped him. It bore the name of his ex-wife, Sweet Aurora. He had arranged for the pen to be customized with her name when he signed a contract with the pen supplier four years ago, a gesture of affection he once held for her.

Ryan can't help it but giggle at the thought of his fastidious boss perfectly polished and put-together during the day, defeated to such an everyday misplacement. Presenting forward, he discovers a drawer overflowing with pens, each in its own different colours, shapes and brands. Ryan brings a hyphen in his conduct, considering the importance of this small treasure. Probably these pens were once used by Ethan to craft his meticulously written plans, to sign life-changing documents, or to jot down spontaneous bursts of brilliance. Ryan envisions his boss's mind overflowing with ideas encapsulated by these humble writing instruments.

Rujnoiu raised his wand again, made some signs in the air and recited: “Peñota Invenient Me...” The two vanished and appeared by some shelves full of nibs of all kinds. Made of silver, gold or diamonds, water dragon scales, stone or fire dragon scales. You could even push your hand through the water nibs and they didn’t change shape. You could even pass your hand through a water pen, but it still didn’t change its pen shape. Those made of fire, had a playful nib like the flame of a candle, and those made of stone seemed to have a piece of rock on top.

he said as he exhaled a small cloud of vapour. "Mmm!" Tyler's eyes lit up as he puffed on the pen and when he exhaled, he smacked his lips to taste the vapour as much as he could. "Very fresh- love it," he added, then coughed a few times as he exhaled the last of it. "Right? It's one of my favourites so far, but there's like fifty flavours in that brand so it might not be for long, haha." Dillon took one more hit off of the pen and put it back inside the small zipper pocket on his bag.

My scepticism hit the bull's eyes when she opened the black box to show us its contents. "This, my dearies, is called a ballpoint pen. It is used for writing and was made from the most resilient metal found in this continent, also, it is filled with dragon dregs ink. It is said to have been crafted by a wonderous wizard, the mechanism is of the most modern technology and can be accessed with this switch right at the end." She said as she demonstrated by clicking on the sliding switch of the pen to get out the nip and wrote her name on a piece of parchment paper. "See? And the best part of it all is that you don't have to wait for the ink to dry and you can carry it around anywhere and everyw

"You found the place alright?" "Your instructions were precise," Aiden said, his gaze lingering on her soft sweater before he turned back to Marcus, holding out the wooden box. "For you, Marcus. I was told you appreciate fine instruments." Marcus accepted the box, opening the brass latch. When he saw the rare 1950s restored drafting pens inside, his dark eyebrows raised in genuine surprise. "The Parker '51 set," Marcus murmured, running a weathered thumb over the polished wood. He looked up at Aiden, his sharp eyes narrowing slightly. "You don't do anything halfway, do you, Blackwood?"

She remembered that her school even gave this brand’s pen to her as a prize. This brand of pen was very cheap but it had stopped production a few years ago. This brand no longer produced pens. She did not expect Edward to keep one. In fact, this pen did not have any value but Edward had especially custom-made a small box to hide this pen. This box was worth many times more than this pen. Ellena took out her phone and searched the internet to see when this brand's pen stopped production. She roughly calculated and found that Edward had kept this pen for at least ten years.