Alex G Pretend Chords Novels & Stories

I teased while wiggling my eyebrows. I could tell Alex had been trying to focus on staring at my face since earlier, but finally his brown eyes gave up and lowered to explore my exposed skin. "This isn't a good idea," he grumbled, but his eyes weren't on me anymore. I rolled my eyes and patted the bed next to me again. "Pretend I'm a pillow, or something." Alex exhaled but in the end he lay back down next to me. "Anyway I warned you this is not an idea that-"

Hector "Start the preparations," I ordered, as I looked at Alexa being dragged out to the center of the halls. The big drums started playing by the strikes of the drummers. Doom, Doom, Cha.. That was the rhythms of the drums—the rhythms of danger. Alexa struggled from their holds but soon enough was bound with chains, hands wide apart to the walls. She glanced at me. I bet she’d like to break free, having the desire to break my head.

53 Alex As the car glided through the bustling city streets, Elena turned to me, her expression soft yet probing. “Alex,” she said quietly, her voice barely audible over the hum of the engine. “I know you’re grateful I dragged you out today, but this—this isn’t enough. You can’t just bury yourself in your room forever. What’s really going on?”

When I was still in my thoughts, Alex leaned even closer this time, bringing his lips to my ear, his voice dropping into a dark whisper. “I heard and saw everything” Alex said, before walking toward the door like he hadn’t just wrecked my entire reality. “See you soon, Andrian. For our last practice. Horny Music Prodigy.” And then he was gone. Leaving me behind. Shaken. Confused. And completely, utterly powerless. ****************** The last practice was a disaster. Or one that was a disaster, I couldn't focus for once to play a note correctly. I always missed my notes, and Alex found every chance to insult me and my capabilities.

Alex says then wiggles his eyebrows. Asher rolls his eyes and Ares shakes his head at his brother boldness.

I moved close to her, my hand on either side of her. “One week, Avelora. One week, and you’ll be begging for my touch.” She stiffened, eyes sparkling and wide. “Is that a promise?” she asked with a bravery I definitely didn’t know she possessed, extending her pinky. “You won’t win this, Alpha Khyrix,” She promised with a smile. My urge was barely contained as I took her finger.

Wrong in every way that mattered. I hauled my bag upstairs, following the hallway to the guest room Mom had texted about. But the door at the end of the hall was open, music drifting out — low, bass-heavy, the kind that vibrates in your chest. I shouldn't have looked. Alex stood in what must be his room, shirtless, back to me as he towel-dried his hair. Water droplets trailed down the ridges of his spine, over the ink that covered his shoulders — dark, intricate lines I couldn't make out from here.

“All those late nights and practice… you earned this.” “I know,” she grins, flipping her hair. “I’m amazing.” Chuckling, I shake my head at her antics. Alex finally joins us, shutting his car door with a casual ease at the same time Tyler does. “Well,” he says, stretching his arms above his head, “looks like I need to start impressing Berklee scouts.” Maya snorts. “That’s not how it works.” “Why not?” he shrugs. “I could bring moral support and emotional stability.”

"And if you don't let me fix your chest, Alpha, you're going to die right on top of me." A slow, dark, wicked smile spread across his bloody lips. He didn't let go of my wrists. He just leaned down even lower, his rich, overwhelming scent of cedar and rain completely taking over my senses, utterly obliterating the memory of Tristan. "I'm not dying," he whispered, his voice dangerously low, his eyes dropping to my lips with a sudden, heavy hunger. "Not now that I've got you."

As if on cue, Alexander enters the room, an acoustic guitar on one hand and headphones on the other. “Hey, Keira!” he greets and beams at me before setting down the headphones on top of the console and shoving the guitar to Ethan’s general direction, eyes not leaving mine. “I went over the demos you sent me. I think they’re good” he says. He sounds so enthusiastic about it that I can't stop myself from rolling my eyes at him. He's playing. There's no way he liked them. “Don’t lie to me, I know they’re shit,” I say and take a long sip of my coffee. Between dealing with Ethan and Alexander, today is going to be a long day.