Alex Meyers Face Novels & Stories

I asked her. She looked back and shook her head. “Oh, I though we came in… oh, he is right here.” She said and I turned around to see him and, only for me to come face to face to the most dreadful face I had sworn never to come in contact with. The face I had vowed to avoid my whole life. Forever. That face belonged to him. Alex. Alex Hale's face. The Devil himself. Heartbreak prince himself. Alex Hale, My nemesis.

“Hello everyone, nice to meet you all. I am Axel.” His deep, melodramatic voice brought everyone back to their senses. “Wow, is this really the famous but mysterious Axel Dawson? Why do I feel like my heart has been awakened to love again.” someone asked from the crowd. “I mean, this man is too handsome. I think that he is afraid of the angry wolves that is why he has never revealed his face.” “But don’t the rumors say that he is like a demon? That he has red fiery eyes and a pair of horns?”

This was rushed and not how I was planning to met him, but at least we’re in a place where he can’t run away from me. Alex looks exactly like Rio at first glance. They're both tall, both blond and both very handsome, but now that I'm examining Alex up close I can see some differences. Alex is not as buff as Rio. His features are soft instead of sharp, his nose is prettier and his face looks smooth, not a sign of facial hair. Also, his lips are naturally red instead of pink. Omega Rio, how cute. "Okay, what the hell is going on?" Alex asks once we're away from that street and he finally relaxes a bit, he turns to look at me with judging eyes, "And who are you even? I've never seen you before.

Alex's eyes scanned my flustered face making Adrian snicker beside me. "Cole! That's not an appropriate question." I scolded him, but the little naughty didn't even acknowledge me. "Yes tell us, do you like our Mireya?" Emma asked him. These kids have grown talkative these days. Alex bit his lips stopping himself from laughing. "Everyone out now and play with your toys." I said in a desperate tone. "Well... I do like her. She is my friend." Alex chuckled. You are friend-zoned, Mireya!

Peter said as we shake our hands. I just smile as I look at the kind man’s face. He looks like a professional. Brownish skin, elongated nose, pinkish lips, brownish eyes, clean-cut brownish hair, and height about 5 ’6 or something. “Thank you, Mr. Alexter. And it’s very nice to meet you too.” I said as I smile.

I dropped my phone, and ran my palm along my face, and when I opened my eyes again, Alex was right in my face. “Geezus man!” I growled at him. He stared at my face with deep scrutiny, tilting his head to the side to get a better view of heaven knows what. “What’s that on your face?” He asked, his brows pinched together in confusion. “What?” I brought my hand to my face to feel around for anything, but there was nothing on my face. “That look. What’s that look on your face?” He asked again. “Buzz off,” I glared at him.

Lauren’s eyes were glued to his face and he looked everywhere but at her. “Who are you?” Her innocent question pulls the ground from beneath his legs and his eyes immediately landed on her. “Excuse me. Are you talking to me?” he asked baffled and received silence. “Lauren, you don’t know me?” the man once again evaded her personal space looked directly into her eyes. When no answer came, he pushed the button urgently. “Shit, Lauren, is this some kind of joke? You don’t know me? I am Alex, Alexander Miller, your best friend, and your fiancée. Our dads were friends too. Do you’ve any idea of what has occurred? God, please tell me you have not lost your memories.” He said urgently and her lips

"What? Uh.. I mean, yes?", Alex asked annoyingly at first but then, realized the situation that he was currently in and lowered his voice and responded meekly. "Never ever look at - "Dad!" I cried and shook my head when he glanced at me but then, his eyes flew across from me when someone cleared his throat. Max! "Uh... that's Alex, my best friend. I guess... I think... he has never been introduced properly before." Max answered quietly while he loured at Alex.

Weird Face was still standing there. “Skyler Gale, your attention is needed,” I informed, trying to sound as calm as I could. Then I turned to Alex, scanning him up and down—how disheveled he looked. “Hello, Alexander Stern,” I greeted, flashing him my dentals. A few moments later, “Hi, Captain,” he called back, smiling shyly. Exactly the face of serial killers. Then I turned back to Sky. “Shall we?” I gritted. He looked back at Alex and then at me like he wanted to debate it.

I muttered walking away up the hall, "But I'd like to at least check the physical part...” An hour later, showered, dressed and made up and obviously shaved since Olivia had told me it was sacrilege to walk around looking like sasquatch, I left my room just as the elevator doors opened and I found myself facing a very tired looking Alex. At least that's what the dark circles under his eyes told me. "Shit, Abbie.” He gaped at me. "You look beautiful." I don't know why, but his compliments always caused great pleasure in me.