Alex Cross Book Series Novels & Stories

Dawn Turner I don’t feel bad for Alexander. Not in the slightest. I don't care if that makes me rude or a bad person or whatever. I acknowledge that I was wrong about that one particular accident at the gallery yesterday but that doesn't make Alexander any less of a monster. I know he thinks what I was the one that started the whole fight between us when I hit him first at the convenience store but what else would you have done if a 6 foot tall fallen angel appeared right in front of you and killed 3 men, granted they were criminals, with the flick of his fingers?

But the damage to Axel's laptop brings benefits to Alex because it allows him to talk to Axel and find out what kind of work the man is doing. A few days later he contacted Axel. He offered Axel a manuscript he had written for publication. But persuading Axel to accept the script was not easy. Axe was so naive, and strong-willed, but stupid. To be honest, Alex saw no writing potential at all in Axe, but he purposely didn't say it directly because he already had plans for the man. He wants Axel to publish his book so that everyone can read the dark story of his life, and make the book a best seller that all readers will be crazy about.

They had carried along with them her few bodyparts, which the monster had left behind. "There they are. How was the search?" Alpha Cameroon asked the moment they walked into the court chambers. That was where he liked sitting, especially when he had sent someone on a mission and was waiting for them. He had a huge book in his hands, although he was not reading it. He always carried the book with him to cover up his anxiety. "Well, I am sure the people I am talking to are not dumb or deaf either, am I right?" He peered into their eyes, freezing their innards. They weren't responding to him.

"When they carried you back from the battlefield, you were barely breathing. Your skin was like ice." "Sorry about that," Rex said with a small smile. "Wasn't exactly part of the plan." "Plans rarely survive contact with demon gods," Lacey replied, returning his smile. "The important thing is you're recovering now." Rex gestured toward the journal she had been writing in. "Working on something?" "Just recording events while they're still fresh," she explained. "This realm, the godking, the prophecy—it's all worth documenting. Who knows when such knowledge might be needed again?"

Amberleigh thought it was the beginning of a bad joke, a chef, a hooker, two gangsters, and a billionaire walk into a bar. Well, there technically was a self-service latte bar at the fancy medical complex, but it was really just her exhausted mind running away with her that night. Or more correctly, that morning as they were on the cusp of dawn. She would need to make a stop at that latte bar or violence was likely to happen.

Hello readers! First of all, I want to express my gratitude to each and every one of you for your continued support and for embarking on this journey with me. Writing "The Rise of the Omega Supreme - book 1" has been an incredible experience, and I'm thrilled to bring you the second installment of this series.

Pissed at myself for pushing away the one thing in my life that I loved more than my need for retribution against Ricci. *************************** AUTHOR NOTE: Sorry for delays with updates! I promise they will be coming in more consistent. phantom is almost over. Book 2 in the Elite series will be shortly following. If you like the story please rate, comment, and review! Thank you !

My back slammed into the bookcase, breaking it and bringing down all of Kalama’s books on me, while Musi ended up flying into the corridor outside of Kalama’s apartment. * Author's note*: This chapter was a special request from a good friend and fellow author, Charlotte Townsend. I hope you all like this chapter. You can follow me on my Facebook page and Instagram account. FB link: https://www.facebook.com/AuthorKindraWhite and Instagram link: https://www.instagram.com/kindrawhiteauthor/

An emotion I can't place flashes in his eyes upon realizing it's me he crashed into, but then he is back to his usual cold self. "Oh, it's you." He bends down to pick up my books, and my lips form a tight-lipped smile when he picks up the book named "How To Kill Like A Serial Killer" from the ground. I count the seconds it takes for Axel to read the title, and once his eyebrows shoot for the skies, I want to sink through the ground. The half-naked guy on the cover shares many physical attributes with him, and there is no mistaking the amused smirk covering his lips.

it was written in bold letters. NAME : ALEX AMOUNT : $130000 Hmm now this bro is gonna get hit right now he better get his ass ready!.