Xander La Casa De Los Dibujos Novels & Stories

There, hidden behind a curtain of weeping carbon-fiber vines, was a small, dilapidated shack. "What is this?" I asked. "The only place the grid can't see," Xander said. He pulled back the vines, and I saw a wall covered in jagged, hand-drawn charcoal sketches. I gasped. The sketches weren't of buildings or machines. They were of us. There was a drawing of a man and a woman standing in a mountain of gold; a drawing of a girl with a wooden ring; a drawing of a man with orange eyes holding a woman in the rain.

“I have a proposition for you. May I come in, or would you prefer to have this conversation in the hallway?” My brain finally caught up. “Maya is home.” “Good. I’d prefer a witness for this conversation anyway.” He walked past me into the apartment before I could protest. I stood frozen for a moment, then closed the door and followed. Xander surveyed the small space with the same analytical gaze he’d turned on me at The Vault. Taking in the canvases stacked against the walls. The mismatched furniture. The life Maya had built on passion and perseverance. “This is cozy,” he said.

“Yes, kiddo. I’ll be back as soon as possible. When I get back, we’ll move to a bigger house and we’ll all be together there.” “Are there many toys?” “Yes of course, kiddo. We’ll reserve one — no, three big rooms with lots of toys. So as many toys as you want, even a whole house full of them!” Xander clapped his hands in joy. “Hug?” Xander wasted no time hugging Calix. We heard Xander sniffled. “Uncle, I’ll miss you so much. Come back soon. Even if you don’t have lots of toys and no big house, just come back soon.”

Xander is a devil who I can't kill, but only watch him do whatever he likes to me. Fuck!... I wish I could find someone to kill him.

I replied flashing her a smile "So where are you going.. "Eunice I need a Car key"I replied "all the car keys are in Xander room You will find it in the drawer.. "Fuck"I cursed going straight to Xander room. He just went out with laura so there is no one in the room I went to the drawer and pick up a Camry key.. I was about to go out when I remembered that Inner room where me and Xander do play funny games I turned back to open the room and my eyes widened... Xander is so crazy why are my pictures all around . how will laura feel when she sees this.. I packed all the pictures leaving the inner room with flower vases some were broken

Xander had his own little apartment. There was a cozy living room when you walked in, a large tv over a fireplace with a leather couch situated in front of it. It was very rustic yet still masculine and his scent was everywhere, having me salivating. Across from the living room was a small kitchen, though it looked like it was rarely used. There were three doors, which Xander explained one was for a guest bedroom, one for a small office, and one for a powder room.

They must be very adorable," Angie commented. "Maybe." When they arrived at Xander's house, Angie saw a garage full of baby items. She helped him inside. The light was not on, but a candle was lit, and rose-scented essential oils had diffused throughout the house. Xander switched on the light and saw a woman lying on his couch. Her clothes were revealing, and she was posed seductively. "Xander—" To Kristine's surprise, Xander had brought a woman back with him. She could not bother to put her clothes back on and glanced at Angie. She was so startled, she jumped off the couch.

“Are you people serious? You think cops and judges are just sitting around playing pretend? ‘Fake evidence’? What is this, some bad TV drama?” Chris snapped, his voice sharp. “This is a Xander family matter. A Lucas has no place in it.” Carter was beyond frustrated. “I’m just wondering—how do all of you manage to be this unbelievably stupid?” “Enough.” Mr. Xander’s voice cut through the room, his face cold and unreadable. He turned to Layla, slipping into the role of the authoritative family patriarch. “Xena has already lost her child. One life for another. Isn’t that enough?”

'' How is this even possible,'' I asked as I looked around the house. Xander laughed and he moved closer to me, answering. As much as I wanted this place to be undercover, I had to design the inside to the taste of a king.'' Xander said, smiling as he kissed me softly. '' It is beautiful,'' I smiled, saying. '' That is not all. I have something else to show you,'' Xander let out. '' Really?'' I said, smirking with excitement laced in my voice. '' Close your eyes,'' Xander let out and I was confused and hesitant.

The moving boxes had been unpacked for weeks, but the house still didn't feel like home. Not because it wasn't beautiful. It was. A small cottage on the California coast, white walls and blue shutters, a garden that bloomed with flowers Ella couldn't name. The ocean was visible from the kitchen window, the waves crashing against the rocks, the seagulls crying overhead. Xander had found it during one of his late-night searches, scrolling through listings while Ella slept. He'd woken her with his phone in her face, the pictures glowing in the darkness.