Alex Meyers Face Novels & Stories

The young man shook his head. I shook my head too and walked closer to them, sitting on the table in the office. Both men were on the couch. "Marco Marco, I've always dreamed of being with you. Sorry for being rude. I'm Alexandria Mae. Daughter of Gian Mae." I forced myself to say and flashed him what I hoped would come out as a seductive smile. He smiled in realization. "I've heard so much about you but have never seen you in real life. You're the bomb. What do you want?"

one of them asked, leaning forward in concern. Alex didn’t respond immediately. His eyes remained locked on the television screen, his breath unsteady. The second man followed his gaze to the TV. When he saw the image of Amara smiling, he turned back to Alex, curiosity written on his face. “You know her?” he asked carefully. Alex blinked and slowly turned his eyes toward the man, his expression unreadable. For a brief moment, his lips parted as if he would say something. But instead, he forced a faint, hollow smile.

The woman who live-tweeted her root canal. "That was different." "How?" "It just was." Maya sat back, studying me. "This Alex person. Who introduced you. What do they look like?" My mind went blank. We'd never discussed Alex's appearance. Stupid. "Tall," I said. "Tall." "Brown hair. I think. It's been a while since I saw him." "Right." Maya's eyes narrowed. "And they work in marketing?" "International marketing." "What firm?" "Morrison and Associates."

His chiseled chin faced her with a sharp angle to it. Amelia blinked, gulping at the sight of the handsome god in front of her. She let her eyes linger down for a second but quickly regretted the decision. He was hard as a rock, with his pants protruding like he had a mop in it. “I..mean…well, I didn’t mean… damn it!!” she hissed and slapped herself as she tried to get back to her senses. “Amelia…” Alex called her gently. She looked at him again. This time, he had a smile sitting on his face.

Alex jumped over the sleeping body and slugged into the bathroom. He washed his face then looked in the mirror, almost scaring himself in the process. He was a mess and thank god it was the weekend or else he'd have to go to school looking like something out of a horror movie. Alex ran a hand through his messy hair that desperately needed washing. He continuously stared at his messy face in awe of how he could look so beaten up. He had dark circles under his sunken eyes and his lips were so dry that they began to chap. He was both pale yet flustered and let's not even talk about his hair.

I pointed at the man in front of me now. I intently examined his face. My eyes went narrower as I looked at him. I am tipsy. "Oh, you look like Alex." I scanned his face thoroughly. "But I'm sure you're definitely not!" He smiled. "He is ugly, but you're cute!" I added while pinching his cheeks. I don't know this guy but he is just intently looking at me. He doesn't even move an inch. "You are more adorable than him. Mind if you give me your name?" I asked.

Alex said. The camera couldn't capture his face as he was wearing a mask, but his eyes were exposed. He was tall and muscular. His arms were covered in tattoos. Alex zoomed in closer to take a closer look at his face. “Do you recognize him?” Nate asked. “Yes...” Alex said quietly. “I can recognize those cool grey eyes anywhere. It was as if he left his eyes exposed because he knew I would be the only one who will be able to identify him. He wants me to know who it is that took Saoirse,” Alex said angrily.

But Alex was smart enough to not pester her any much further. "I'm Alex by the way," he didn't bother to stretch his hand for a shake but his gentle smile was reassuring that he'd like to be a friend, "it's nice to meet you?" "Amelia...My name is Amelia. It's nice to meet you too, Mr. Alex." "Amelia." He nodded, his decent smile still lingering. "I must admit, you really are beautiful, Amelia. I'm sorry but would you mind sharing me your contact, please?"

As he promised, William met Alex in his room. The two of them just stared at each other, reluctant to start the conversation. Alex himself was upset with William because that man ruined his handsome face. Not to be hated, it wast just that his current handsome face has to be decorated with some uncut lividity still in the corner of his upper left cheek.

His gaze was still observing my face even to the point that my face felt hot from being stared at. "Is my face that weird?" Alex shook his head briefly. "No ... I'm just not used to your new face yet." This is one of the reasons why I am reluctant to show my old face to him. 'What ... you don't like it?" I asked hesitantly. Her eyes widened slightly in surprise. 'Cara, kku don't care if your face looks like a teenager or an adult. You're still Cara in my eyes." As expected Alex would answer like that. I exhaled because I was a little disappointed.