Xander La Casa De Los Dibujos Novels & Stories

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.

“Why don’t you show Daddy the drawing you made? He missed you so much today…” She didn’t say it, but the message was clear: Let the child melt him… and maybe he’ll soften toward me too. Ariana handed him her drawing—three figures holding hands,–the best a child her age could draw. Just beneath it, her careful handwriting: Happy Family. Xander looked up at Selena once—one cold, unreadable glance—then turned to the head maid. “Martha. Take Ariana to bed.” Selena froze, smile cracking.

You remember that Daren again, can you just erase him from your mind huh! "We're here, you can come down." Sir Xander said and I was the first to go down. I opened the door for my son and I saw Xander carrying my son's belongings. "Mommy? What kind of house is that? Why black?" It was gaping looking up at Sir Xander's house. "Why is it weird? Is it ugly? Or too ugly." Question after question, notice if Sir Xander turned his gaze to me before he finally entered the house.

Xander’s P.O.V. Xander, after getting to his family’s mansion where he has been living, took his bath, ate the meal that was prepared and given to him by his mother, and immediately left for Suzan’s mansion, where he hoped to talk out things with her and speak to her about the current situation of things on the ground, based on the news of those who hoped to fight and fall his technology empire. The moment he got to her mansion, he was welcomed with a warm kiss from her.

* She growled as she grabbed the paper from him, folded it neatly and placed it in her pocket. It was a drawing of a huge statue indicating the position of the Alpha, lifeless on the floor with blood rushing from his head and people around him watching with smiley faces. *"What do you mean going through your stuff and what the hell is wrong with you these days!" * Xander asked and her lips stretched into a small smile. *"How hard can it be for you to grasped Xander! Stop going through my private stuff!"* *"The stick drawing is just art that I've grown to love and it's none of your business!"*

Xander has this innocent excitement in his eyes, which I hope will be enough to keep his energy going throughout this meeting. *** “And that’s it. Every design is now detailed up until your shoes!” My mother says, closing the sketchbook that has now gained more pages from the notes and papers of sketches that she inserted. It’s a good thing that the assistance brought in snacks, or I would have been lying on a couch like a lifeless plush animal like Xander. The pitiful guy is half sprawled on the sofa, looking like his soul is about to leave his body at any moment. As soon as the door closes, I hear Xander breathing a sigh of relief.

Chapter 4 Amanda stared at his house clearly amazed.The walls weren't hung with stern portraits of ancestors.Instead,there were modern works of art which she guessed weren't copies. Despite herself she asked,a little breathlessly as she tried to keep up with her long gown."Is this your family home?" Xavier waited at the top of the stairs, hands in his pockets and looking so devastatingly handsome that Amanda had to cling onto the banister. He shook his head."No.My family occupies one of our villa downtown,I bought this about eight years ago"

I’d suggested we take a cab but Xander insisted on taking the bus and I couldn’t argue with him. We finally got on the bus and soon we were at his house. He has a pretty small apartment and even our previous apartment was bigger than this but who cares about the size of his house? We got in and I was surprised that the house was well furnished on the inside, it was also pretty. I looked around for a while and saw pictures of Xander at the orphanage and also pictures of him with other kids. My curiosity grew and I wanted to know the story behind each picture. I asked and he happily answered with a slight smile but I knew his heart ached.

The car roared to life, cutting through the night air. “Where are we going?” I asked Xander, my curiosity rising. He leaned back, his gaze locked on me. I found myself admiring the way the darkness sat so well on him, how his features were sharper in the dim light, his eyes holding a certain raw intensity. “To show you my new house.” I bent forward slightly, my heart skipping a beat. “You bought a new house?” “I just can't keep living in that haunted mansion. A lot of bad memories there.” Xander said, pulling me closer as if my proximity was the only thing keeping him sane.

“If you are still alive and talking to me, then I haven’t succeeded in getting justice for my Celia, have I? Why don’t you tell me where you are, then I can show you exactly how I fell after I ripped off your head and killed every one of your rogue brothers.” I responded, trying not to lose my cool and yell at him over the damn phone. “Oh, come on, Xander. Don’t tell me you don’t know where to find us, that would be so stupid and pathetic.” He let out sadly, mocking me with his words. “Okay, wait, I’ll give you a clue. It’s a particular spot in the woods where your dead wife’s head was hung on a stake along with my family's decapitated bodies. Do you remember that beautiful day?” he asked me