Alec Baldwin Novels & Stories

“The funny kind. The usual trying to overthrow their boss type of scandal. He lost miserably tho. When he got kicked out, he ran off with a bunch of money from the family and skipped town. Guess where he ended up?” I frowned. “North Philly.” “Bingo” Alec said, nodding. “And not only that. Going by an Elias name he borrowed a fat stack of cash from us after he got here. And surprise, surprise, he hasn’t paid it back.” Cathy let out a low whistle, shaking her head. “What a greedy ass. Now he’s in debt to us and still in touch with the Alvadores?” Alec shrugged. “That’s the thing. We’ve confirmed he’s been in contact with his family, but we zero clues to what they are cooking up. Every lead we’

Luke, perceiving his boss's discomfort, let out a light chuckle and commented, "So Professor Fraley and Ms. Nolan are acquaintances?" This brought Alec back from the elation of meeting his junior. He smacked his forehead, "Oh, my apologies. I was caught up in the moment. Let's go inside and continue our conversation." The group entered the reception room after Alec invited them. As the waitstaff served tea, its refreshing aroma filled the room, creating a serene atmosphere. Only Christopher sat with a knot in his stomach, waiting for Alec's next words. Introducing himself, Alec said, "I'm Alec Fraley. Mel was my junior in the same mentorship program, under the tutelage of the esteemed Ambros

Alec Alec Whitmore hadn’t laughed like that in months. Not since his last acquisition—a chain of tech startups he’d bought, gutted, and rebuilt under one of his ghost companies. Not since the board threatened to question his mental state after he missed two quarterly meetings and took off to Costa Rica instead. And certainly not since Delilah. But when that glass of ice water hit his face with precision worthy of a sniper, something in him had cracked. Then something else: a spark. Sharp. Delicious.

Jaylin added, "It is said to be the top VIP of Alana Designs..." "It had to be obtained before it got dark." "Yes," Jaylin knew that whatever Mr. Baldwin set his sights on, he would surely obtain, even though Alana Designs had mentioned that the other party was a big shot whom no one could afford to offend... Joke, is there anyone Mr. Baldwin couldn't offend? "Oh, by the way, Mr. Baldwin, there is a national Dracmeadow Garment Design Contest, and the organizers would like to invite you to be a judge."

Not after the disgrace he’d been forced to swallow at the inauguration just a week before, one that he’s only just recovering from. He spotted Alec in the corner, lounging like a man who owned the entire world. His suit was tailored to perfection as always, dark hair slicked neatly back, a tumbler of whiskey swirling lazily in his hand. No one would ever suspect the shady dealings the man had in the plam of his hands with the way he always looked clean cut and normal. He looked up the moment Rowland approached, a slow smile tugging at his lips. “Rowland Flanagan,” Alec said smoothly, rising just enough to clasp his old friend’s hand. “Still standing tall after all these days of no contact. I

Rosalyn sat proudly in the front row beside the twins, constantly reminding them to stay seated, telling them that this was her auntie Brenda’s big day and that no one was allowed to ruin it. Nathan noticed where I was looking. “Our daughter has become very bossy. It seems to me that there are details that we have been missing when it comes to that trait.” “I wonder where she got that from,” I said. “I seem to be forgetting.” He looked innocent. “I have no idea.” “Oh, cut it out.” I said, making him laugh. The ceremony began. Elijah stood at the altar, more nervous than I had ever seen him. When Brenda appeared, every bit of tension left his face. He looked at her as if she were the only per

They were amazed by the city. People in the alley and the people who are in their homes came out to see my palanquin. They must have sensed a human had entered their province. But this place doesn't look how it was described by one of my girlfriends. After crossing the big cities, we came to the palace where the Alpha Alexandro lives. I don't know much about his family but I heard he's a private man. He was born in a big family and he's the last person to be alive.

Dylan could tell that he was nervous, the way he tapped his pinky finger against the table and he kept on moving his left leg. “I don't know what to tell you, Mr. Knight; the force wasn't it for me; I decided to pursue other job opportunities.” Alec said as he shrugged his shoulders. “You see, Alec, there's one thing I ask from people who work for me and prospective employees, and that's honesty. I told you, I did a check on you before I set this meeting. You retired at age thirty-two and then for ten years, you haven't done much of anything unless you won the lotto or found some long-lost treasure; that's not possible.” Dylan said to him.

"Please fill me in on the situation!!" Nikita pushed back on her chair and stood up as she called out "Wynette." As she got closer, she made a mocking motion with her hands, as if she thought I was a scared kitten. "His name is Alejandro Howe, and he's known as Ale. He hails from Baltimore and works in the venture capital industry. The company that he works for has provided funding for a significant portion of Sebastian's mother's endeavors. Because of this, he was present; Allegra had informed him that she believed the Inn project was a front for some kind of fraud. He arrived in order to investigate it.

The inside of the building was warm, heated by a large wood stove that filled the room with the smell of pine smoke. A very short man stood by a large map table in the center of the floor, his back turned to us as he examined some red markings on the paper. He could not have been more than five feet tall, and his shoulders were narrow under his oversized leather jacket. He looked like a teenager who had wandered into a military camp by mistake. "Alpha Caleb," Bald announced, bowing his head slightly as he stepped aside. "We brought the outsider. He wants to talk about the main headquarters."