Novel & Cerita Xoxo Book

XOXOXO Nathan Maya wiped a tear from her cheek when she finished reading. She put the letter next to her and opened the box. Inside was a photo album as well as a diamond necklace. "Of course," Maya said and laughed. She took the necklace out of the box and placed it with the letter. She carefully took the photo album and opened it. On the first page was another letter from Nathan. Maya

Blushing at the recollection, I let those thoughts drift away as I immersed myself in the rows of books, each one promising a new adventure. My fingers brushed against the spine of a particular volume that had captivated me on that enchanting day. Xavier's favorite – ‘The Legend of the Arctic Wolf.’ Although I had heard the tale countless times from him, I yearned to delve into its pages and uncover more on my own. The worn cover felt comforting in my hands as I opened it, eager to lose myself in the mythical tale, or should I say a reality directly linked to me.

My phone is shoved in the back pocket of my jeans. I pass him the book wrapped in gold paper. It’s a scrapbook collection of Owen’s boyhood: his favorite colors, the lions he likes at the zoo, and more about what he’s learned over the last five years. I wrote ‘To Owen love Mommy’ on the front. I hope it’s something he can read to his cubs one day when he’s the Alpha. A caring Alpha. He rips off the paper and ribbon and frowns. “A book? That’s boring! I want to get in the toy car!”

Love to all of you. Xoxo

But instead of old stories from my grandmother’s life, the pages were scrawled with strange symbols and sketches—shorthand in her handwriting explaining the purpose of different runes and sigils. Flipping through the pages, there were sketches of wolves, and the last page that she’d written in had a detailed rendition of a nightmarish wolf-beast that made my blood run cold at the sight of it, it’s eyes smudged over with charcoal in the shape of a protective rune. My heart raced when I realized what I was holding. This was no ordinary journal, it was a spell book.

But one caught my eye: a pink book, which looked completely out of place. It was tucked between two thick volumes, its cover wrinkled and faded at the edges. My curiosity got the better of me, and I found myself reaching for the book. On the cover, was a cartoon illustration of a bear and a tiger. A children's book? Why did someone like Xeros have a book like this inside his study? I flipped it open, turning the pages absentmindedly as some words began to register in my mind with a vague sense of familiarity. As I turned another page, my fingers brushed against something thick… a folded piece of drawing paper folded in half and tucked carefully between two pages.

Alice could hear the loud creaking of the bed and, somewhere along, just listening, she could not help but visualize it too. She imagined flesh pumping, breasts grabbing, and bodies sweating. Alice ended up turning to Xavier, who looked just as awkward... or all worked up. He was gulping and sweating a bit. “Maybe we should watch a movie,” he suggested, and Alice nodded. Xavier had a TV in his room. He turned it on and went straight to HBO. “Oh, nice. It’s a love story,” Alice muttered. She sat up next to Xavier and leaned into him. He smiled and automatically put his arm around her.

Most were about history, leadership, strategy. But there were a few that surprised me. Poetry. Classic literature. A worn copy of The Count of Monte Cristo. I smiled despite everything. Xavier reading poetry felt… unexpected. I pulled the poetry book out. Flipped through it. Some pages were dog-eared. Lines underlined. “The wound is the place where the Light enters you.” My throat tightened. I put the book back so fast you would think it burned me. Then I moved to his desk.

Every hair on her arm stood as she beat back the panic welling in her breast. On the other hand, she had read novels in which the lady had enjoyed the pirate’s passionate kisses. The heroine in the book actually fell in love with the ruthless man. Isabelle rolled her eyes. It was beyond her knowledge how any woman could feel that way. Yet, Hawk had been attentive while she was being jolted atop his horse. It had seemed he almost cared about her discomfort when offering to have her lean against him.

She said… “So what you’re trying to say is this book will guide Stephen and Jessica in what they’ll soon face?” Ameliah asked and Zelda nodded… “Ameliah, I know you must have read the part where a vampire and a werewolf fell in love and gave birth to a very powerful boy called Xavier right?” Zelda asked and Ameliah nodded in approval… “Well that place is true and that person is still alive and kicking.” Zelda said and Ameliah looked at her in confusion…