روايات وقصص ضمن Alex And Eliza: A Love Story

“She’s been marked.” “Marked?” Axel looks at my neck and grunts seeming disappointed. His eyes fall behind me, obviously seeing Zak now. “You got yourself a werewolf friend, little human?” “Something like that.” I say quickly. “I’m here to see Killian.” The girl chokes out a surprised laugh. “Killian? As in Alpha Killian? Listen girl, no one is that familiar with him except his mate. Show him some respect and address him properly.” “Right,” I drawl out, ignoring her and Zak nudges me, warning me to watch what I say. “So if you could tell him Eliza is here to see him that would be great.” I say with a fake smile.

’ Elise’s nose scrunched up. Did Alejandro accidentally drink too much? She quickly opened the chat to see a reference to what he was saying and her knees crumbled the moment her eyes caught it. “What?” Elise did not realize when she screamed. Apparently, she had accidentally sent Alejandro a vn, sleep-talking and telling him about how she felt about him. The more she listened to her voice professing love, the more she curled her legs into her chest. How was she going to face him? She did not have a choice but to think as Patricia barged into the room, a bit giddily, and held Elise’s hands.

(while trying to mass upload, I accidentally uploaded the chapters without chapter 048(it has been uploaded, sorry for the confusion), I understand that this might have made you confused but I hope you can merge this to it. I'm really really terribly sorry and thank you for not giving up on Freya, Alan and Eliza's story. I also thank you for understanding in advance lovies!")

Her hand lifted, brushing against Alex’s chest in the faintest touch, and the contact was enough to unravel them both. Alex’s breath caught. He didn’t wait for permission—not really. He leaned in, his lips capturing hers in a kiss that stole the ground from under them. It wasn’t careful. It wasn’t measured. It was hungry, aching, the kind of kiss born of nights spent imagining and days spent pretending. Sophia’s glass slipped from her hand, forgotten, landing softly on the carpeted floor. Her fingers curled into his shirt, pulling him closer, as though the distance between them had always been unbearable.

Their love story, a testament to the enduring power of connection, trust, and shared dreams, was a beacon of hope and inspiration for all who knew them. As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm golden glow over the city, Hazel and Alex felt a profound sense of gratitude for the life they had built together. Their love story, a tapestry woven with threads of laughter, challenges, and unwavering love, was a testament to the beauty of a life lived with an open heart and a shared commitment to creating a world filled with love, compassion, and hope.

my grandfather remarked, his words biting like shards of glass. "No! You wouldn’t!" My voice rose, louder than I intended. "You don’t understand!" I stared at Julius, pleading for his help. I would rather be imprisoned than marry someone I didn't love, especially a werewolf. "Help me..." I whispered to Julius, my tone desperate. "It's wrong." Julius stared at me, sorrow in his eyes. Is this what he meant? My vision blurred, and I took a deep breath. "There’s another way," I muttered hopefully.

"I know it's overwhelming, but you have to believe me. The bond is real, and it's powerful." I stepped back, my heart racing. "But what about my life? Your world... It's so...so different from mine." Alex nodded, his gaze never leaving mine. "It is," he admitted. "But that doesn't change what we are to each other." I felt a wave of nausea wash over me. "But what about what I want?" Alex's expression grew serious. "Our lives are intertwined now, Elysia. We can't ignore that. And one more thing? I'm engaged to Hartwell's daughter."

“That's the Alphas' room. One of them pointed at a golden door that looked so classic. The door to the room screamed wealth and power. I approached the door my heart hammering. Beads of sweat formed on my forehead and arm. My arms were sweaty and I was shaking. I took in a deep breath and let it out. I summoned all the courage in me and pressed the door bell. I stood there for a few seconds before the door was opened. I froze, my breath catching. Then I felt it, a pull, a connection, like a spark lighting up inside me. My eyes lifted, almost against my own will, and locked onto the two dashing Alphas in front of me. The bond snapped tugging at my chest wild and irresistible, my wolf fightin

Alex said and waited for his mother to end the call. Alex dropped his phone on the table and poured some champagne into his glass. The silence between them felt deafening but hurting to Eliana's ears. Slowly, Eliana's thumb found its way into Alex's other hand, brushing his knuckles, gently. "I missed you so much, Alex. Really." He didn't smile or respond, he just kept on with pouring out the champagne. "You know...maybe mother's right. I mean... I'm ever free and open to your love and willing to be patient. And I understand that... but I love you Alex. I really do."

Then, she said, “You know what this sounds like, right?” Amelia narrowed her eyes. “Don’t say it.” Maya grinned. “Enemies to lovers.” Amelia groaned. “Maya, I swear—” “Just saying,” Maya sang. “It’s a classic trope.” “Not our trope,” Amelia shot back. Maya giggled. “We’ll see.” Amelia rolled her eyes. “Anyway,” she said, “enough about him. I have other news.” “Ooh,” Maya said. “Spill.”