Alex From Surviving Paradise Novels & Stories

“Xavier's PR routine is a wall of fire. Stay behind it if you are going for your name right now. If you go looking for your name right now, you are just going to get burned.” But she wasn't fast enough to grab the remote. On the wall-mounted screen behind her, the local news transition music fled. The sharp audience stuck it down. The familiar feels filled the frame, and the air left my lungs as if I had been kicked. It was Alex. He was sitting in a plush studio chair, looking smaller, older, and in depth, looking more fragile than the man who had haunted my nightmares. “I just want justice for my girl,” Alex said. His voice cracked at the perfect frequency to elicit sympathy. A single tear

For the first time in years— I prayed. To a God I never believed in. “Please… don’t take her.” The past few days had been nothing but chaos. The fire. The missing documents. And now… this. Alexa Leonard. Fighting for her life. Even the press wouldn’t stop asking the same question: Would she survive? I stared at the oxygen mask on her face. Waiting. Hoping. Begging. The door creaked open. I turned sharply. A tall, slender man walked in.

“You moved fast, Mr. George. Faster than I expected.” Alex sat up. “Who is this?” “The Benefactor,” the voice said. Simple. No flourish. Alicia’s breath caught. “You’re not in Geneva,” Alex said. “You’re in Texas.” A small laugh. “You’re learning. Good. It will make this more interesting.” “What do you want?” Alicia asked. “What I’ve always wanted,” the voice said. “The Dickson line. Unbroken. Untainted. And you, Ms. Dickson, are trying to break it.”

I’ve lost. Through the haze, my gaze finds Alexa again. The gun ripped from her hands, but she stands tall, fierce, alive. And then he’s there, Helia Ripples, pulling her into his arms, shielding her. Her eyes meet mine. Cold. Fierce. Deadly. Little Alexa isn’t little anymore. She’s the vixen now. My body trembles, my vision darkening slowly, as the SWAT team secures the family. My eyes roll back as exhaustion swallows me whole.

In ten years, twenty years, fifty years, they'd tower over this space, providing shade and beauty and life. Just like the survivors who found their way here. I'd been buried. Paralyzed in that bedroom, poison in my veins, my identity stolen, my daughter taken, everything stripped away. Alex had tried to kill me slowly, thinking he could crush me into nothing. He didn't know I was a seed. And seeds, when buried in darkness, don't die. They germinate. They push through soil and stone. They reach for sunlight with relentless determination. They grow.

Alexander's heart hurt thinking about what sort of trauma the kids had to go through seeing such a thing , he even felt more sorry for David wondering how cruel and stupid some people could be . “ Well that's never happening to us okay , I'm sorry about what happened to your friend . But I'm sorry to say you and I are kinda stuck together for life ”. Alexis smiled ear to ear “ promise ?” “ Promise ” Alexander said hugging her close , when they pulled apart she went back to coloring happily then asked after a few minutes , “ so what do you want us to talk about . Are we going back to Texas ” “ No hun , maybe we'll go for Christmas . I wanted to tell you that myself and Alicia are getting marr

Still, Alexa hoped that something like that wouldn't happen. With that in mind, Alexa turned around and left to do other business. With all the mess that happened here, there should be anything worth her interest, right? Like the other survivors of the Savage Tyranny pack hiding in the holes. If she ever found even a single person, she would surely turn that into a meat paste. Soon, Alexa finished exploring the entire place of the Savage Tyranny pack. She found a few individuals as she didn't hesitate to kill them upon sight. It went without saying, no one managed to put up a resistance against her as they died as easily as they breathe.

Alex. My heart pounded as I remembered how I had watched him struggle, how I had smiled while he begged for help. I thought I had won. I thought I had finally ended everything. But I was wrong. I was here. Locked away. Which meant… Alex was alive. I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms. How? How did he survive? I clearly made sure that he took two different types of poison that he couldn’t get away from. How is he so lucky to have escaped? I’m very sure he knocked me out before I could do more to him. If not, I’d have died already.

Even immortals failed at keeping their words and the errors of others always came back to hurt the innocent ones. What a pathetic life pattern. “These are the main game rules: for each game passed, immunity points are awarded. Killing a person during the games amps up your point and even after the games— immunity points are awarded” Silent whispers ensued but the voices never rose past that. “This world is Parasite-infested. The air likewise is polluted with mutating chemicals.” Every revelation kept getting sick, my head churned.

It made me happy that he acknowledged something had to be done in order to protect my friends who were still there and the others in my pack. "Lucy it is true. Kaydence here is my mate. She is the former Alpha of Deepridge pack and Amelia is her best friend, her mate Kyle is the former Gamma of Deepridge." Lucy smiled at me and nodded. Mira didn't look so amused. "What? Her? She's your mate Dominic?" Mira looked angry, confused and crushed all at the same time. It almost made her look constipated.