Alex G Pretend Chords Novels & Stories

I suggested fairly. “All right,” Alex replied, pushing back in his seat. He darted off to fetch something. Moments passed before he came back with a black drawstring pouch, a notepad, and a pen. I watched as each one of them wrote their names down and folded the paper before passing it back to Alex. Alex opened the pouch and removed the contents. Nothing could have prepared me for what he took out. He pulled out a blindfold, silk ties, a paddle for spanking, and a strange string of beads.

ALEX's P o V ~~~ "Perhaps, I won't be able to forgive and forget everything. I might not be able to open my heart to anyone again anytime soon and I don't want to make you wait for something that there was no guarantee to happen. So I guess, this is the end of us."

I rhetorically ask and tilt my head a bit for added effect. I then proceed to punch him with the iron knuckles on his already injured arm and dig deeper while he screams. “Are you liking the music, Alex? I’m fucking loving it but I guess I want more upbeat.” I yell for Alex who chuckles at my preference. “I’m enjoying. Upbeat would be great though.” I hear him yell back.

Chance crosses his arms over his chest and pouts. Alex lifts his head off my shoulder as his mischievous smirk dances along his lips. “I didn’t cheat, and you know it. The bet only stated sex with girls. Stop whining about it. Plus, I still haven’t had you buy me any meal. Wait.”

I whimpered and gulped. He was really going to reject me! "I, Xander, the future... Alpha of the Red Moon, hereby re...ject you, Lena." I watched his breath change. His eyes fluttered constantly, as if he was forcing those words out. My eyes were filled with tears as my heart became so heavy, my teeth were clenched together to force back the loud sob about to escape my lips. His eyes fell on mine, and he looked away sharply. "I, Xander, the future Alpha of the Red Moon Pack, reject you, Lena, as my..." The knife fell off his shivering hand.

The young male’s expression is a mixture of resentment and awe, and the corner of my lip twitches. Blake whispers something to one of the band members. They change the tune they’re playing to something a little slower. I sway on the bench. The melody is familiar to me, though I cannot place it. I reach for a beaker and pour myself a glass of water. When I turn back to the dancefloor, Blake stands in front of me. He holds out a slender hand. “Would you care to dance?” he asks.

"Well, I'm sorry. You know how much I need Alpha Thiago; until Aubree accepts my proposal, you can't come between them, am I clear?” "Yes, Alpha,” he said, and I raised my hand, dismissing him, but as he reached the door, I stopped him, remembering what I'd heard earlier. “What trap were you talking about? I hope you're not planning to trick Alpha Thiago into anything; I need him strong until after the war.” “It was a game, Allison—Luna Allison and I play the same game, so we were talking about that.” “A game?” "Yes, Alpha Zander, so the trick is about characters—the characters in the game,” he explained, and I nodded my head. I didn't fully believe him, as he didn't even look me in the eyes

"Pardon the interruption, ladies and gentlemen, but it's time for me to make my speech to my gorgeous husband. But I want to do it a little differently. I know most of you have no clue about my hidden talent, but my husband has always told me I should let my voice be heard, so that's what I'm going to do. I've written a song about the love of my life, and with the help of my friends behind me, they are going to help me out. Now, I must warn you: if I mess up a few notes, just ignore it and let me deal with the embarrassment later, but for now, please enjoy this song. Alex, I love you so much, and I hope you love the song as well. Dance if you want; don't make me look stupid, okay?" They laug

“So, I was hoping I could borrow your details, just to get through this little complication.” Alex’s expression shifted subtly, an intrigued smile forming at the corners of his lips—like a hunter who had just caught sight of its prey. His eyes darkened, and he spoke quietly, his voice almost a murmur. “So, you’re asking me to pretend to be your husband?” Emily nodded, her smile unwavering. “Just temporarily, to fill out the paperwork. It won’t cause any trouble, I promise.”

We built a temple. The lighting is deep violet and gold—Echo’s new colors. The music is a throbbing, bass-heavy mix that vibrates in the floorboards. I’m wearing a dress made of silver chainmail. It’s heavy, cold against my skin, and sheer enough to be dangerous. Underneath, I’m naked. Alex is in a tux, but he’s ditched the tie. He looks like a prince at the end of the world. "Welcome," Alex says into the microphone. His voice booms over the crowd. "To Echo 2.0."