Alec Baldwin Novels & Stories

The Alpha smiled as he stood up from his seat walking slowly towards me. "I..." I shuttered not knowing what to say seeing the Alpha walk towards me. "Evelyn, no need to bother about formalities, just call me Ethan." The Alpha smiled immediately when he got to me. "I...." I shuttered feeling rather confused wondering why the Alpha was acting rather strangely. Did he fall in love with me at first sight or what the hell was happening?

I scrunch my nose as I stood in front of Mr Baldwin who held a cigarette stick between his fingers. “Why did Alpha Preston leave” he growled at me. “I…” he did not let me answer although I did not have the answer he wanted to hear. “Do you want to make my diner close down, I would have fired you right now if I had the power to do so, but instead of that, your monthly salary would be deducted” he reprimanded “And you will…” the door suddenly opened, and Tyler entered the office. “Mr Baldwin, you need to see this” Tyler gave Mr Baldwin a receipt “Alpha Preston paid for his meal and left an enormous tip”

Ashley I took my seat gloriously as the CEO, sitting beside Marcus. Some folks couldn't take their eyes off me, the meeting kicked off, but two pairs of eyes refused to concentrate and I wondered why? I smirk deciding to throw him off guard a little "Me Nicklaus Baldwin, what do you have to say about your assistance suggestion" He came back to his senses immediately, looking around in consciousness "Ahh…ahh..ahhhh'' He stuttered, looking pathetic " You have been caught off guard staring at me since the beginning of this meeting so tell me, what are you looking at?"

"Wait here." I say to my parents before following him to his office. In Alpha Reed's office we sat in the chairs in front of his desk and he sat behind it, but as he stared at us I could tell that he was very unhappy because of the letter and I sighed as scenarios played through my mind of what I would like to do to Tamara right now. Alpha Reed looked to be in his early 30s and he had short brown hair, dark eyes that were almost black and he had a few scars on his bulging arms, which pulled against his tight white tee as he crossed his arms behind his desk.

It would be hypocritical of her to claim that she is in no need of any of those things at all. She told him to take all the things with him last night, but he didn’t. He also said that it wasn’t his intention what he did. However, it doesn’t change the fact that Dylan is a creep. Period. Rachel decided to cook a pancake for her breakfast and chocolate syrup. Her alter-ego continued to chastise her, telling her that she shouldn't eat anything, but her stomach was starving and needed food. Her first paycheck is still a few weeks away, and she doesn’t have enough pennies to get her through until then. If anything, Dylan will demand payment with all of these, then she will pay him with interest

she orders, before turning to walk back down the path. I turn to Ace, wondering what I should do. Should I thank him? Ace doesn’t seem to talk much, harbouring a dark past not many people want to delve into. Aside from Baylee, who I’m convinced is trying to get with him. He is handsome, but darkly so. Like if you look any deeper you’ll find out something about him that could kill you. Almost like Kael, but less frightening. He’s not an Alpha, just some kid. “I guess you’re safe,” I say uneasily, rubbing the back of my neck. I have no reason to thank him. He’s doing this to get to the next stage. “I guess this is where I congratulate you or something?”

The black sheep of the Baldwin family, who’d built his own empire instead of fighting for a piece of his father’s. “Well, he certainly made up for the scandal instead of fighting for daddy’s scraps.” Alexander offered his arm. “Might be exactly what you need to forget his nephew.” I ignored his arm, walking past him. “I don’t need another Baldwin man in my life.” I arrived late enough to the Charity Gala that the party had already reached its peak. Everything in the ballroom looked like a dream. Or a nightmare, considering who I might run into tonight. “There’s your target,” Alexander whispered, nodding toward a man standing near the bar. “Nicholas Baldwin.”

"Take a close look at what's written there, Ms. Baldwin." As her eyes scanned the text, the shock on her face slowly turned into a deathly paleness. She began murmuring under her breath, "Alera AI Technologies… CEO… Alera Welch… "M-My daughter… My daughter is the CEO of a company…" I turned to Elliot and said, "Let's go." We had barely walked away when Mom rushed forward and dropped to her knees right in front of me again. Tears streamed down her face. "Alera… I-I'm so sorry for all these years. I have nothing now, so could you please take me in?"

And somehow, that unnerved me more than anything else. “Did you plan all this?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. “Alessandro helped,” he admitted. “But the idea was mine. I couldn’t let you see or hear of this. So, I had him taking care of most of it.” I laughed softly. “The mighty Alpha… taking advice on dates?” He shrugged, faint amusement tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Even an Alpha can learn. An aspect that I never saw as important before. It never really mattered.”

“No. I am sailing to the Red Blood Throne tomorrow morning with a contingent of the throne’s finest warriors. I need you to temporarily rule the palace in my stead.” Shock flooded Caleb’s features, and he immediately shook his head in refusal. “It is a profound honor, Your Grace, yes, but I am not fit to sit upon the Moonlight Throne. It is also a direct insult to your heir, Prince Alex, if you do that. You should pass this responsibility to him, instead, so he can learn the weight of the crown as early as nos. He is your blood—the next King of the Wilding Forest.”