Alex Meyers Face Novels & Stories

"Shut up!" Teacher Mirna had a headache and waved her hand. "Alright. Felix, make one." This time, not only Fia, but the whole class burst into laughter. Felix and Fia came out of the school and saw their father's car parked there. The two little fellows happily ran over and slammed the window to call their father. The door opened and Alex came out of the car. He had a tall and strong body, a well-ironed coat, deep and three-dimensional facial features, deep and calm eyes, and was so handsome that it amazed passers-by.

**Maya’s POV** The soft brush of lips against my cheek stirred me from sleep. My eyes fluttered open, and there he was—Alex, lying beside me, his face lit with a warm, boyish grin that made my heart skip. The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a golden glow across his features, highlighting the sharp angle of his jaw and the tousled mess of his dark hair. “Good morning, princess,” he said, his voice low and teasing, carrying that familiar warmth that always seemed to wrap around me like a blanket.

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 Brown sat in his chair for a while and went into the emergency room, Marisa Darcyhad awakened. Because of the injuries to her face and legs, the originally exquisite and beautiful had become ugly. Marisa Miller's eyes flashed and she covered her injured cheeks with both hands: "Alex , don't look at me."

I asked, looking Alexei in the eye, cupping his cheeks to make him focus on me. “We will be taking things as far as they want me to take them” Alexei said, smiling when he saw that I was in on this with him. My own wolf purring in satisfaction when our eyes met “it was them who started this, but I will be the one to end it”

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?”

I groaned, blinking my eyes a couple more times to get used to the sudden brightness. The first face I saw was magnified in my view but I could make who it was, Alpha Axel. Up close to him, I could see my reflection in his dark eyes. I didn't realize my lips were parted in awe, he just kept staring at me. I tried to remember how I got to this point but it seemed the more I tried to remember, the more I forgot. “Are you alright?” Alpha Axel asked, with a slightly concerned look on his face, and his bare muscled chest heaving slightly.

Like someone who had been carrying a burden for a very long time. “You came.” His voice was softer than I remembered. The room became deathly quiet. Rex stepped slightly in front of me. Not enough to block my view. Enough to remind everyone whose side he was on. The man’s eyes shifted to Rex. For a moment, something almost like amusement appeared there. Then he looked back at me. “You look like her.” My heart skipped. “Like who?” His expression changed. Sadness flickered across his face. “You don’t remember.”

Alex exchanged a glance with Jamie. Then inserted the silver key. Click. The locker opened slowly. Inside sat a single flash drive. And an old photograph. Alex picked it up carefully. His breath caught instantly. It showed his mother. Alive. Standing beside a younger Elijah Reed. And another man whose face had been scratched out violently. Jamie went still beside him. “What is it?” Alex whispered. Jamie stared at the scratched-out figure. “I know that man.” Alex looked at him sharply. “Who is he?” Jamie’s expression darkened.

She shoved the phone at me, nearly smacking me with it. “THIS IS YOUR BOSS?! THIS….THIS….THIS MAN?!” I stared at the photo of Alex on some business magazine cover, wearing a suit so expensive it probably had its own bank account, with a sharp jawline, cold eyes and that lethal, controlled expression he wore like a second skin. “Yes,” I said slowly. “That’s him.” Maya screamed again. Mom made the sign of the cross like she’d just discovered I’d been working for a cult. “Why didn’t you tell us you worked for that Alex?” Maya cried. “Alex Sterling? THE Alex Sterling? Billionaire, CEO, heir to Sterling Enterprises, literal man-god, viral TikTok obsession….THAT Alex?!”