Alex Jones Im Retarded Novels & Stories

"Forget it? No, we’re not just going to ‘forget it’. Let’s get to the bottom of this, right now. I want to see who had the nerve to smear my name. It’s just a watch. Do you really think it’s some priceless artifact?" My words struck a nerve. James’s face turned dark, his fake smile slipping. "Oh? So I guess Alex is used to wearing million-dollar watches then? Must be nice to be so low-key." Others quickly piled on. "Low-key? Nah, he’s just pretending." "Did you see the mud all over him when he walked in? He probably ran here in a hurry and took a nasty fall." "Yeah, our boy Alex must be a fitness enthusiast." The room erupted in laughter.

It seemed that the woman’s kindness and simplicity not only had him captivated, but also moved many of the subordinates by his side. At this moment, Alex did not know if he should be grateful for Garrett or if he should execute him. After a long while, Alex suddenly burst out laughing. He laughed hysterically with his incredibly sorrowful and hoarse voice. He whispered to himself, “Retribution! This is the retribution!”

Reality crashed back in like cold water. “Jesus Christ,” he muttered, dragging a hand over his face. Julian didn’t look sorry. He grabbed a handful of tissues from the drawer, cleaned himself, then handed some to Alex. His eyes were still dark, pupils blown. “You regret it already?” he asked. Alex wiped himself off, tucked himself away, zipped up. His hands were shaking. “I have a wife. I had kids. This…” He gestured between them. “This isn’t me.” Julian gave a short, humorless laugh. “You just came on my hand, Alex. It’s a little late for the denial speech.”

Alexander was deliberately provoking Jonah. Jonah was already furious, and this provocation struck deep. He gripped the wheelchair arms and tried to stand up from pure anger. But he failed and fell face-first onto the floor. “Pathetic. Look at yourself. Who gave you the right to run your mouth?” Alexander sneered at Jonah’s humiliating fall. Jonah had already felt inferior ever since he was confined to the wheelchair. Alexander’s words made it worse. “That’s enough! Alexander, this is your last chance. Are you leaving or not?”

I look up at him and realise my vision is all blurry and I'm trembling like hell. "People is gonna look down on us because of you! Even the girl who got this in her mailbox by mistake was smirking mockingly because of you! You're ruining the family name with your gayness and stupidity!" If Jones was yelling before, now he is roaring making me step back scared with tears falling and the worse thing is that mom, Alex and Jace are just pretending like nothing is going on. "YOU ARE A DISGRACE YOU LITTLE BUG" He raises hand again and I clench my eyes shut but I don't feel his hand and I look up and see Jace standing in front of me.

Then she stormed into her room and dialed James. The moment his voice came on, the tears spilled. “Babe,” she whispered, “Alex insulted me again this morning.” James’s tone sharpened. “What did that idiot say this time?” “He called me cheap… he said I wasn’t his type, that I was just… worthless.” Her voice cracked. “See, babe,” James said firmly, “he’s just a daft fool to say such a thing. I love you more than anything in this world. Don’t you ever forget that.”

Like some sort of educational ninja. “Damn,” says Alex, sliding into the seat across from me. He’s got that classic hockey player look—broad shoulders, slightly crooked nose from too many fights, perpetually messy brown hair. “That was brutal,” he murmured. “Thanks for the commentary, Alex.” “I’m serious. You deserve better than this clown show.” I look at Jaden , who’s still standing there like a malfunctioning robot, and Rebecca, who looks like she wants to file a complaint with the principal. Both looking at the retreating figure of our teacher.

well he is damn fine, but I don't feel sexually attracted to him, like at all "She already knows who I am" hw waves his hands in the air, like he just doesn't care, "whatever, Ajax Crawford..I'm 22, you can call me Aj." Oh feisty... "I'm Alec Baxter and I'm 21..you can call me Al." Damn he is fine too, he was one of the guys who saved me back there and also then kidnapped me. "I'm Eli connors, I'm 22, you also can call me E."

"Understand it, Jane. Alex is not like any other mate. You will never be able to get rid of him. Those words are etched in my mind, repeating over and over again. This has to be a joke. It can't be... It simply can't be.

Despite being pregnant, she still retains that beauty. "Why are you yelling so much? Is there a part of your body that I can't describe?" Alex provoked her. "Yes. The present body you can't describe it. But you, everything you've got under those clothes, I can draw" Aretha snapped back at him. He is not the only one who knows how to reduce someone to a piece of trash. He can't just walk to her and sprout nonsense and get away with it. Alex threw the polo shirt on the bed and said "This is what everyone is wearing over a black jeans and sneakers" he said and turned toward the door.