Novel & Cerita Alex Meyers Face

Tears gather at the corners of his eyes. “That’s Alex Logan,” he says between laughing gasps. “The billionaire. He was all over the news the other day, running down an LA street. I laughed my ass off when I saw the clip. In fact, I’ve met him. He’s actually helping me with my media thing right now.” I freeze, staring at him in shock. How can he know Alex? I look at the painting again. The naked man’s face is unmistakably Alex, handsome with an infuriating smirk even in panic.

"Are you sure?" "Yes! I can scent him!" Mila quickly straightened her mask and picked up her drink, acting as if nothing was out of place. Alex slowed and lifted his golden mask from his face, and a knot formed in my stomach. "F*ck, he's beautiful," I internally whispered. Alex hasn't changed much in appearance. His hair was still short and neatly combed, but he had lost his sweet boy face. His face now looked like he was constantly in pain, his gray, stormy eyes looked colder, and his body had gained a lot more muscle volume.

Alex looked like he hadn’t slept in a week, his face pale and eyes red. "You look like you went through a meat grinder," Jackson said, his voice gruff, hiding his immense relief. He grabbed Mia and checked her pupils. "Concussion?" "I’m fine, Dad," Mia swatted his hand away, grinning. "You should see the other guys. Specifically, the giant robot I blew up." "I am proud," Liam nodded at Kael. "You fought well, wolf pup." But then, the atmosphere shifted. Alex walked down the ramp, holding the hand of a girl.

He’s wearing a navy blue shirt, sleeves rolled neatly up to his elbows. His hair is taller than I remember from the last time I saw him on campus—dark blond, almost caramel under the light. His sharp jawline catches the sunlight streaming through the blinds. He looks young—and handsome too. He had a face of a model and not a high school substitute teacher. He looks at me first, then at Alex. And suddenly, everything in the room feels still. Alex freezes beside me. His face changes—shock first, then disbelief. The color drains from his face.

He had never smiled at me before. “Presenting, His Royal Majesty, King Valerian of Alvannia.” Father entered the palace after the trumpets had been played. I and Valerian entered behind him. Up till this moment, I never knew he named Valerian after himself. The stares I received outside were nothing compared to the stares I received from the crowd of people in the large room as I walked down the carpeted aisle. I could tell by the numbers that their jaws dropped that they were surprised to see me.

He does not fear anything. “I don’t know.” Blake’s face swims into focus. He is a monstrous vision. His neck and chest are crimson with blood, and there’s mud caked in his hair. His expression is serious, and that, too, seems wrong. Where is the mockery? Where is the smirk on his lips? I close my eyes. He taps my cheek. “Look at me.” My eyelids are seared shut. I do not want to look at him, anyway.

Alex said mischievously, then hung up. Within seconds, Michael’s phone lit up with an incoming FaceTime call. He didn’t hesitate—he answered. On-screen, Alex sat at his bar, a glass of whiskey in hand. His lips curled into a soft smile the moment their eyes met. “So?” Michael asked, feigning shyness. “Am I forgiven now?” Alex took a slow sip, eyes locked on the screen. “Not yet. You don’t look remorseful enough.” His voice was smooth, teasing.

"Do you think you've won, Emma? You're just a piece of junk bought by a bored rich man!" Alex's voice rose to a shrill pitch, breaking the tension that had built up in front of the altar. He stepped forward, the veins in his neck bulging stiffly. His face, which had been deathly pale, was now flushed crimson with uncontrollable rage. His hands were clenched so tightly that they trembled as he tried to push through the remaining rows of chairs to reach my petite frame. Alex’s rough face briefly made me think that no decent man would want to be with me. I dismissed that thought the moment I saw Rex by my side. I gripped his hand tightly.

He was staring at me like he had been seeing a ghost. Is everything alright, Alex. Like woken up from a trance, Alex hardly regained his senses and apologized. I am so sorry I froze like that but I am a great fan of yours Mr. Hauser. And now that you are in my house needing my help it's really on honour so serve you. Whatever help you need I will do my best to grant it to you. I am so glad to hear that because I really need you to sketch me a face out of a photograph.

Michael introduced us to each other so Alpha Kayden turned his attention to me and with a smile, he held out his hand. "It's nice to finally meet you, Freya." Alpha Kayden said to me and I just smiled at him. "Likewise, Alpha Kayden," I responded and accepted his hand. I don't know why but there's something with the way he shakes my hand or maybe I was just overthinking. I slowly shake the thought off my head.