Alex G Pretend Chords Novels & Stories

Alpha Zyn is a pariah, a predator looking for a hunt, I cannot tell him that I am weak or else he would see it as an opening for him to torture me more. "What do you care!” I yelled and tried to drag my hand out of his grip but he held it stronger not giving me any opportunity to retract. "Let go of me!” I yelled but like every other times I have yelled, he seemed unfazed. He just continued to stare contemplatively at my hand. “Oh wow you're ignoring me again, how originally?” I rolled my eyes. It was obvious at this point that I had no choice but to stand there until he continues his strange inspection.

I'm not fighting him. I'm trying to escape. I pick the water hemlock and slip it under my clothes while hoping Brandon doesn't notice. I feel the petals against my skin, knowing it will be one of the last sensations I ever experience. Then, I go back to where Brandon and his pack mates are sitting.

"You need to get up, it's past nine already," "I don't care," she groaned. "Today is your first audition, and it starts by ten," Max continued shaking her arm but seeing she wasn't getting up he hopped down the bed swiftly making his way towards the window. He tried pushing the curtains open but since he couldn't he ran down to a cupboard opposite her bed as he took up Alexia's guitar which leaned on the left side of the cupboard. Alexia exhaled when she noticed the place get calm and after a while she heard the sound of her strings playing one of her favourite songs and immediately her eyes fluttered open.

“I know I was wrong. I should never have lied to you. I should’ve trusted you. I’ve uncovered the truth—Lily orchestrated everything. She manipulated her fans to attack you… to force you into divorcing me.” “I’m begging for your forgiveness. Eleven years ago, you saved me from silver poisoning… Now it’s my turn to save you…” He kept speaking, his apologies pouring out in waves—raw, tearful, seemingly sincere. But to me, it all sounded the same. The same tone he used when he lay in bed pretending to be paralyzed. The same promises he made when he first begged me to stay. I stared down at him. My voice was cold. “Yeats, what will it be this time? Will you fake being paralyzed again? Pretend yo

His tie was loose, and his hair was ruffled, and I could smell the whisky right the way down from the floor. Alex was in the living room, practically half-naked with his shirt half unbuttoned to his stomach, leaving his chest and abs were on full display, his muscles shifting as he poured himself a drink. He looked tipsy, and his eyes were slightly glazed. I turned around immediately to go back upstairs. “Are you okay, Eve?” he called out, stopping my raised leg from moving any further. When I looked back at him, mortified, he raised a glass to me in what seemed to be a mock cheer, and a devilish smile hanging on his lips.

Seems like a reasonable request, given he offered. Alexi considers me for a long minute before getting up and walking over to his bookcase. There’s a stereo and a row of CDs and he turns it on putting one in before turning back to me, lifting the remote and turning it down low. Maroon five starts soothing me with familiar notes, playing around us unobtrusively and I smile on the inside. I’ve heard him play their songs at the club when he’s in the office. This is definitely Alexi’s pad. His music tastes are very rigid, and this is a song he plays a lot. He bends down as I watch him from my sitting position as he slides out a black leather photo album from the shelf below before walking back;

"It'd be like practicing, right?" Alex stared at her for a moment, his brows knitted over his nose as he thought over her suggestion. Finally, he started nodding, slowly at first, and then faster as he grasped the idea full-heartedly. "Let's do it," he said as he slapped his legs. "Got any candles?"

Alex winched as she hit on his arm. "Yah. Witch." Alex whined and pressed his palm on his arm, massaging it. Crystal was about to say something, but everyone who was present there stopped talking when a melody filled the place. A middle-aged guy was playing the piano. "Rayan, let's go there."

He sniffed, narrowed his eyes at him. "Oh well, we have together because we played truth or dare, you know." He said wiggling his eyebrows playfully. "You shouldn't do that to her, Alpha Max will literally kill you." He glared at him, he was loyal to his best friend obviously, he won't betray him or whatsoever. "No worries, mate." He said in a British accent. "Shut up." Cole replied back with the same accent. - "This tinny space is squeezing my body." She groaned, she tried to take deep breaths, calming her anxiety.

Alex said in a sincere tone. All of a sudden, there was a knock on the door. “Hurry! It must be Areiza! Close your eyes.” Alex urged Darren to pretend to be asleep weakly as Alex walked to the door. Darren had no choice but to close his eyes to cooperate with his performance. As soon as the door was opened, Darren heard Areiza’s voice. She seemed to be panting, so Darren guessed she must have run upstairs. “How is Darren?” she asked anxiously.