Xander La Casa De Los Dibujos Novels & Stories

Xander sat deep in thoughts in his office, tomorrow was the dinner between his family and the Garcia's, and he couldn't lie, anytime he thought about the mere thought, he felt sick in his stomach and a dark cloud of dread over his head, He could clear hear his Dad's voice in his head and he could remember the day he was told he would be engaged. "Dad, you called me?" Xander said, as he stood at the entrance of his Father's study, the doors were made of huge dark mahogany wood with some ancient carvings on it, the whole house itself was two century years old owned by his great great great great grandpa Miller. He built the house of smart taxes and IFF rates then according to his grandfather,

Amanda's Living room. In the well furnished living room, Xander can be seen sitted on one of the white custom-made couches while the triplets play around with him, while seemingly asking him questions. Amanda is on the couch opposite his, right across the figurine-like glass center table with a cream colored ceramic flower vase on it. She can be seen glaring at him while he seemingly pays no attention to her but rather talks to the overly excited kids. Amanda's POV~

Xander got out and opened my door, holding out his arm for me to hold onto as his golden hues locked into me and he smirked making my lungs still for a moment. "I'll have your bag brought up to us,” his voice was so smooth, “my brothers won't be home until tomorrow, how about a small tour of the house?" "Sounds great," my voice was timid, this was a lot to take in. He lived a very different life and I began to wonder what it was he saw in me. Is this something he did with every girl? He showed me around the main floor, there was a smaller office, a library, a huge living space with a magnificent fireplace, a kitchen that looked industrial, a smaller eating area, and then a formal dining room

****** I met Xander at home. He was busy watching TV I can probably say he didn't see me walk in. "Hey sis, how was school today?" he suddenly ask making me chuckle. "Was normal. What are you watching" "Marvel studios. I'm sure you won't understand since all you watch are werewolves movies" He's gonna start taunting me so I walk away. Xander is my exact opposite. He does his own thing and taunts me too. Everyone taunting me. What a fucked up life.

Xander said after a while, placing his coffee mug on the table. He stood up and went in the same direction as William. Jose was surprised for a moment before smiling. He quickly got up and followed his boss. When Xander entered the garden, he noticed the three people looking at a small, handmade house. It was made out of soil. "It's beautiful." Xander exclaimed as he examined the house. All three of them turned towards him. Xander approached them. "Adrian made it." Autumn announced loudly. Xander looked at the boy, who was covered in mud on his hands and face. He was looking at the house with satisfaction.

He was sitting on one of the couches, holding a glass lazily in his hand that hung off the arm of the couch, his head back and eyes closed. “Where are you, Brother?” I asked, taking a seat opposite him. His eyes opened and his head came up to its right position, Xander took a deep breath regarding my question, then let it out slowly, before he answered. “Home,” He said with a wistful smile playing across his lips.

Lucianne was also concerned with how Ellia, Ben and the other two families were holding up, so when Xandar asked if she wanted to go, she didn’t hesitate to say yes. Christian’s villa was about the same size as Xandar’s but the interior had more portraits. Xandar explained that Christian had been fascinated with art for as long as he could remember. His wife, Annie, loved flowers, which explained the colourful flower beds around the house, and the many, many tall vases and small pots at every corner of the rooms in their home.

“No, it’s okay. There’s no need to do that. Next time you get a drawing from the mail, just know that it is not from me.” She nodded nervously. “Of course, got it.” ** When I arrived back at the house, there was Xavier with the drawing in his hands. He was oddly admiring the drawing. I wondered if he could see that it was his brother naked. I wondered how he even knew where to find the drawing and how he even knew Mrs. McCain’s and her address. "Xavier, where did you get that?" I asked as I slowly walked to the living room. "I bought it." He smiled at me.

Turning my head, I replied in a startled voice, “Geez! Xander. What are you doing here?” “Umm, I guess I am also peeking like you?” Xander replied nonchalantly. His eyes were fixed on the throne room. After a little pause, he spoke again, pointing his finger on a particular wall of the throne room, “Look at there. The last portrait from the left is of my parents.” “Xander’s parents!”

He didn’t even hear Xander’s greeting when he passed beside the man that was sitting while reading a magazine. All he knew was only slamming himself onto the couch in the middle room of his house then screamed in pain. For a moment, the irritation made him forget that he still had to move very carefully, particularly in relation to his back. Xander took a glance for a second at Ansel who was already closing both his eyes tightly with an arm on the forehead. He rose from his seat and disappeared for a moment. BUG! Xander slammed down a large envelope on the table. “Take a look!” he said.