Alex Cross Book Series Novels & Stories

If there was a nursing school crisis, an emergency call, or a dramatic confrontation to be had, Axel was there with a stethoscope in one hand and a look of pure exhaustion on his face. I hope you are all relieved to know that, as of the epilogue, he is finally, finally getting some sleep. If he had pulled one more double-shift without a nap, I think he would have started hallucinating, and the book might have turned into a psychological thriller by the middle of the story. Writing this project under the name Cyra McKenzie has been a wild experience. There were days when I sat down to write a scene about a quiet dinner and ended up accidentally writing a legal drama or a high-stakes media amb

More in the manner of someone who had discovered a crack in a wall they were certain was stone. “Yes,” it said. Amelia waited. When no explanation followed, she tried again. “Is that unusual?” The creature looked down at the file. The pause was too careful. “Waycross Academy has a very specific admissions process.” “That doesn’t answer my question.” “No,” it agreed. Amelia stared at it. The creature stared back. This was, apparently, going to be the shape of conversations here.

A tall figure in a letter jacket, sweaty dark hair, intense eyes that seem to be looking right at us. Axel Cross. The star quarterback. The guy every girl wants and every guy wants to be. He's supposed to be at practice. What's he doing here? Our eyes meet through the glass, and something in his expression changes. His jaw tightens. His hands clench into fists at his sides. He can see Professor West's hand on mine. He can see how scared I am. He can see everything. Professor West follows my gaze and quickly drops his hand, stepping back with a smile that doesn't reach his eyes.

It was better to minimize contact as much as possible. "Oh." Despite being sensible, the kid still felt a little disappointed. After that, Alexander got up to leave the room and headed downstairs. There, Austin was sitting before a pile of medical books. There were even some on the floor. He buried his head in the books as he solemnly flipped through the pages. However, he also seemed a little clueless, like someone without direction. "Is there food in the kitchen?" Alexander paused and asked. His very ordinary sentence seemed to bring Austin back to reality. Austin straightened up abruptly and turned to look straight at Alexander but did not say a word. Austin looked like he had lost his mi

Alexander reassured her, “No, he won’t. I will eliminate our scent, and we shouldn’t lose hope just yet. We haven’t explored the entire library.” Exhausted, Max sat down in a chair she had stumbled upon and glanced around the room. As her gaze shifted towards the library, she noticed something peculiar. A book of a different color stood out among the others, positioned in an unconventional manner. Excitement washed over her, and she quickly rose from her seat, making her way towards the book. Taking it down from the shelf and opening the hardcover, her eyes widened with glee. “Alexander, come over here. I think I’ve found something!” Alexander eagerly grabbed the book from her and exclaimed,

I say crossing my arms over my chest as I looked at the podiums, this must mean the person that killed Axel’s father and took the book didn’t bring it back, what a surprise. “I was thinking the same thing when I found this place, but if you look at the authors of the books, both are written by Alfred Bulkham, which means….” He says trailing off so I could come to the conclusion myself, when I did my eyes go wide as I turn to look at him again.

Auxel, who was closest to the chair, immediately opened the goodie bag, and took out two books that were quite thick. As he flipped through the book, he saw the title of a novel that had made his travel across America just to get it. "Crazy!" the man said involuntarily. Brandon immediately picked up the book, and his eyes opened wide. "Axel, where did you get this novel?" "It's no longer in production because Little White Rose is on hiatus. In fact, we read this novel in turn from the community we joined." Axel didn't answer immediately, he chose to enjoy the taste of caramel macchiato that always made him happy.

In the seats behind the driver and Sarah was Harold and someone who was bound to make his next two years in Golden Lake University more miserable; Maximus (or Max for short). Max was Sarah's own child, a year younger than Harold and one of Golden Lake's new intake. Harold had barely survived the previous session and Max butting into his school life the way he had in all spheres of Harold's life in the past, meant this school year was going to be terrible. Harold couldn't wait to ditch him if only to keep his reputation — or lack of one; good or bad, safe. “They said a meeting will be held with first years like me after which we'll be taken on a tour round the school,” Max started, barely abl

028. “Girl, you’ve been all smiles since you returned from the classroom. Did Bryan tell you anything?” Melissa whispered as they sat down in the library, going through their math textbooks for the next class. Amber bit down on her lower lip, remembering the insane moment she had with Axel a few minutes ago. If she hadn’t gotten a call from Melissa who asked her to run down to the library —not like she would have listened anyway — and if Axel hadn’t been summoned by the coach, she was certain Axel would have fucked her on the desk like he said.

I couldn't help but giggle. "Yeah... it is. They seem to like each other." Alex replied, putting his book down. "More like they already knew each other. What are you reading?" I asked, taking a seat in the bed. Alex shrugged, showing me the book. "I found it in the Library. Does It Ever End. Did you read it?" "Nope. Not yet? Is it interesting?" "It is actually. It's a lot of mystery. Two sisters get kidnapped by a family of seriel killers. The sisters almost escape, but they return back to their captors once they realize their parents are held captive as well." Alex explained, his words slowly tuning out at the last sentence.