X Pen の小説・ストーリー

His name is Charlotte. Then the pendant which you have was owned by the owner of this body. This pendant holds great power when you spin the pendant you can use the power of it. It has some conditions. one you can't use it more than three-time per day. second, you can't use this power for more than fifteen minutes. Once the fifteen-minute is over you're not allowed to use this pendant for five minutes. If you try to use the pendant before the five minutes you will die or more than thrice you will even die.

Apparently the book isn't just about the pen only but about many other magical artifacts. "Wow, this is a lot to take in." I breath out, throwing the book back on the center table. "Okay.... Care to enlighten us." Master Ethan said, sitting up on the bed fully concentrated on me, clearly interested in whatever knowledge I have derived from the book about the pen. "Well, according to the book. The pen was created by a magician in the year 1915. His name is Henry jones. And his stage name was Elvis the elf. He looked a lot like an elf, so he kind of got the name from his high school." I paused.

Some of them were in a broken state and some were so worn out that the color had rubbed off it. “Wow someone is obsessed with pens.” He picked one up curiously. “plastic. Didn’t just boat to me that he banned plastic usage. Why does he have a butt load of it.” Most of the pens in there did not have ink in them. After testing ten or fifteen of them, he just gave up and closed that drawer. Only one pen that was on the table worked. He opened up the next one. it was the same as the first one. filled with pens...

That was a Pen I definitely didn’t know how to handle. We placed our orders and I was also pleasantly surprised to find that Pen was vegan. There were sure a lot of things I didn’t know. “Is your daughter vegan too?” “Of course not, you know any vegan dog?” Pen asked and laughed heartily. Oh, it was a dog. I did not know I visibly heaved a sigh of relief like I had been holding my breath all the while. “Wait, you did not possibly think that I was referring to a baby right?”

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I whispered. "Not if we have the **Pen**," Rowan said. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, silver object. It wasn't a pen. It was a **Bottle of Ink**. And on the label, it said: **"UNLIMITED CONTENT."**

I repeated looking down at where my hand was hiding "It feels hard and hot, but the skin is soft and it's long. How do you walk with that between your legs? Take off your pants, I want to see what I'm playing with.” "No,” he answered briefly, "It’s like this or nothing." I resigned myself to his answer. When Alex got something between his eyebrows, there was no one to change his mind. So, I set out to tour his penis as best I could since I didn't have much space to do so I had to use my imagination to get an idea of ​​what my hand was touching. I felt some moisture when I reached the tip of his member. It was slimy and warm to the touch so I assumed that men lubricated too.

“Lorenzo... Rom—” Before I can finish, a small voice pipes up from behind me. “That’s me.” I turn and find a boy standing by the hallway, holding a sketchpad. His dark brown eyes study me curiously, his hair tousled like he’s just woken up from a nap. He’s probably around six or seven. I smile gently. “Hi, Bryan. I’m Penelope.” He shuffles closer, still clutching his sketchpad. “Are you the girl who makes pretty necklaces?”

It was calling my name like a siren, and I refused to ignore it. When I took it to the counter, I spotted a display of pens that caught my eye right away. I asked to see them and the lady behind the counter disassembled one for me. Oh, my, where had this pen been all my life? It had a roller point, but it used classic fountain pen ink. She let me try it and I knew it had to be mine. It didn’t feel like scratching the paper, but caressing it, and the dark blue ink flowed perfectly.