Xander La Casa De Los Dibujos Novels & Stories

It felt like I was laying on a damn cloud. Xander’s room was a lot more expressive than most people would assume it to be. This was his zone, and he wanted to share it with me. He had multiple bookshelves around the room filled to the brim with books. His walls were lined with sayings and song lyrics. Two guitars were in the far corner of the room. I did not realize that he played guitar. Perhaps he would play something for me because I loved guitars. Never learned, but I would like to one day. No wonder his fingers could work magic.

No one will be getting near his mates, even if he had to lock them in their room. “That might not be a bad thing”, Kade spoke, sending mental images of what he’d like to do to them. Xander smirked at the thought. Xander led everyone into the house, and into the living room. Once everyone was seated Xander stared at the Queen and King of Andora.

I asked. "nope" he said giggling. The drawing was of 2 brothers. One of them was tall and had a muscular Body and he had a book in his hands and the other one had a little short body and he had a patch on his shirt and it was named as doctor Xander. And there was written. "happy brothers day to my favorite older brother" . "what's this bud?" I asked "see this is you" he said pointing toward the tall guy . "and that is me"he said pointing at the small guy.

The Blackwood family appeared to be protected by the warmth of the evening in their peaceful Mexican suburb. There was a lively mood in their house, with the sound of plates clinking and laughter. In addition to celebrating their triumph over Callahan, they had gathered around the dining table to honour the tenacity that had led them to this point. Mateo was rushing among the grownups, full of his childlike enthusiasm, talking about a sketch he had done of "Grandpa Xander fighting the bad guys." With a smile on her face, Sofia accepted the paper from her son and displayed it for everyone to see.

Xanders smile grew wider. "Houston, my friend " Xander said, his voice loud enough for everyone to hear. "I hear there's a problem with your DNA results." The room went quiet again. Houstons eyes narrowed. "What are you talking about?" he asked, his voice low and dangerous. "I'm talking about triplets " Xander said, his voice dripping with malice. "Three kids, four years old with eyes. Living in an apartment downtown.. Guess who the mother is?" My blood froze and I gripped Houstons arm without thinking. "Don't " I whispered.

Xander said with a small grin as he lifted the paper that he had been writing things down on to her. Emily collected the paper from him and was amazed at what was drawn on it. Now she could see why they had employed him to be the manors cobbler. He might look old and a little bit weird but he was for sure good at what he knew to do. "Hmm," Emily mumbled as she stared at the different drawings on the paper. They all looked really good and she just couldn't choose from any of them. She finally decided on which to pick as she stretched her hands towards Xander, requesting for his quail. Xander handed it to her and she collected it gracefully before circling on three of the drawings that were on

Jk I think Xander's past might take one or two more ep as there is still a lot of things to be explained yet. Next will be up soon. Keep liking for more interesting updates . Don't forget to follow 🔪🔪 Till the next Adios.

Carolina knelt and offered the brush. “Yours if you want it,” she said. Penny dipped, chose purple, and drew a wide, wild arc over the wall. It was perfect. It turned into a mural, layer on layer, a record of every hand in the house. Eventually the other walls filled, wild with saltwater fish, stars, crows, broken crowns, weird animals, bright geometric shapes. Even after she scrubbed clean, the paint never left Xander’s hands. * On a half-melt day, with rumors of electricity returning to the grid fulltime, Xander took her on a walk. He claimed it was business, but the pack following them (Finch, Lyra, Morgan, and a tiny girl named Pip) proved it was a family thing.

Before he left, he told Cyrus and Jenny to look after Anathea. Xander took Anathea's hand and led her to his bedroom. "Mom, how do I draw this flower?" Xander asked in bafflement. "I tried to draw it several times, but I can't seem to nail it." Anathea was at a loss too. "We'll have to find a picture of it on the internet and use that as a reference. If only I had my phone…" Alas, she knew Gregory wouldn't return her phone. As such, she could only draw the flower from memory. However, she still couldn't nail the drawing despite erasing and correcting the sketch over and over.

May mga sketch din doon na ginawa ni Xander—mga pagtatangkang iguhit ang mukha ng isang bata, na tila ba hinuha ni Xander kung ano ang magiging itsura ng kanilang anak kung sakaling nabuntis siya noon. ​"I called it my 'Room of Regrets'." ​Napatalon si Aria sa gulat nang marinig ang boses ni Xander sa kanyang likuran. Nakatayo ito sa pintuan, may hawak na baso ng scotch, at malungkot ang mga mata.