Alex Cross Latest Novel Novels & Stories

Moving to my bedside table, I reach for the spare bandages I always keep tucked in the drawer. But then a cold breeze slides into the room. A wrong breeze. I freeze. Did I… forget to close the door. “Idiot,” I mutter. But when I turn… I stop breathing. My door… is wide open. And Alex is standing inside my room. Not on the threshold. Not by the door. Inside. Her eyes are wide, confused, tracing me. My towel My back My scars My bleeding shoulder. “I told you to leave me be. What the hell are you doing in my r—”

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,

Pretending nothing happened so the conflict would be swept under the rug—that had always been her way of dealing with our problems. I glanced at the bowl, which appeared to be Avgolemono soup. Again, I shook my head. The one who loved eggs in their soup had never been me. It was Luther. Besides, I was allergic to eggs. Even after six years, Willow couldn't remember that. I let out a quiet sigh and pushed the bowl away. My voice came out hoarse. "I'm not hungry." Willow's voice sharpened instantly. "What are you trying to pull this time, Skyler? Gosh, I'm sick of you!"

With Alex being exonerated and her book sitting on the New York Times Best Seller List, the future looked as bright as the skyline of New York City on a dazzling summer’s afternoon. From her kitchen’s eastside view, neither Alex nor Rachel could see the dark clouds forming to the west. New York summer storms could be brutal, but the intensity of the loudest thunder was not nearly as terrifying as what Rachel heard when she finally forced her finger to hit the connect key. “Rachel. We have a problem,”

“This isn’t social.” “I assumed.” She slides a folder across the desk. “Marcus looped me in.” So he’s playing chess, not checkers. I open the folder. Documents. Corporate structures. Names layered behind names. Money trails that curve just out of focus. One name appears twice. Ethan Cross. My breath catches. “That’s impossible,” I say automatically. Alexandra’s gaze doesn’t flicker. “Nothing is impossible when money and resentment share a bed.” “My brother has been off the grid for years,” I argue. “He wanted nothing to do with the company. With me.”

Maddox. His name echoed in her thoughts like a drumbeat. It had been days since the failed attack. Days since he vanished into the shadows, like a ghost that refused to be caught. There had been hope—a spark that the police and private investigators would bring news. That he’d slip up. That someone would spot him. But every day ended the same. With silence. When Clara stepped into Alex’s room, she found him half-sitting up, a book in his lap—one of the crime thrillers she’d picked up from the hospital gift shop. His eyes lit up when he saw her.

"Damien Cross, will you marry me? Will you keep choosing this, choosing us, even when exes write books and crises happen and life gets complicated? Because I want to be complicated with you. I want everything with you. For the rest of my life." "Yes. I already said yes yesterday." "This is the official one. So say it again." "Yes. I'll marry you. Obviously." He slid the ring onto my finger. It matched the one I'd given him perfectly. We'd somehow managed to buy identical rings without coordinating. We sat at the table and drank wine and looked at the city below. Everything felt perfect until my phone buzzed with an email from Trevor. I ignored it. It buzzed again. Then again. "Read it," Alex

This is a lot to take in one day. “ I’ll see what I can find out” he whispered, stepping to open the cell door. I watched as Alex carried his bony body bridal style out of the basement. I followed behind a few inches away from everyone. When I reached the top of the stairs Alex stood at the door with his arms out as if he wanted a hug. “ no thank you.” I muttered looking toward the ground “ if I hug you I’ll cry. I don’t want to cry right now”

Alpha Rex steps in and presses the button for the topmost floor but before the elevator could close, a group of people stride in from nowhere and I find myself being pushed to the back. I look up and my heart drops to the pits of my stomach when I find myself caged in between Alpha Rex’s arms. His tall frame is towering over me and he’s bracing his hands on either side of my head as he prevents himself from pushing into me. My heart is a thundering mess. “Wait! Wait!” Someone calls out and more people fill the elevator, making Alpha Rex’s body flush against mine. We are stuck together like glue. There's no space between us. I can feel every ridge of his perfectly sculpted body... every twitc

Dante asks Jackson if he grabbed all his stuffed animals, which has us all smiling with how adorable he is. Jackson confirms that he has grabbed all the stuffed animals, and states that there are so many that they filled up the trunk, passenger seat, and back seats of Gia’s car. Alex will drive Gia’s car, Jackson will follow Gia, Dante, Jace and I in the other SUV. The warrior wolves that are hidden around her house, will continue to protect her house until they and a group of Max’s pack have all their belongings moved out. Once we are ready, we walk out of her house, lock the door, and head to the vehicles. Gia stops and sets her stare off towards some nearby trees. “Are you ok kitten?” I a