Alex Nolan Pen15 Novels & Stories

When it returned, she held a pen. The sharp tip pointed directly at his throat. “Get off me!” Her arm trembled as she thrust the pen forward in fury. Alexander did not move. He did not dodge. Did not even blink. He simply lowered his head slightly, his gaze fixed steadily on her face. The pointed tip of the pen hovered in the air—less than a centimeter from his eye. Ava’s fingers trembled around it.

He had treated her like a transaction for three years, and now, she was treating his entire existence like a bad debt. "Give me the pen," Alexander said quietly. Elena reached into her pocket, pulling out a heavy, matte-black fountain pen. She handed it to him, her fingers carefully avoiding any physical contact with his skin. Alexander pushed through the agonizing numbness in his joints, forcing his hand to grip the pen. He did not read a single line of the text. He turned to the final page, pressed the tip against the paper, and dragged his signature across the bottom line with a trembling, violent motion.

“No one sends me anywhere. I wanted you, so I came.” Author's Note: Adea and Shane reference Maxy in this chapter. For those who don't know, they are referring to a one-shot scene. In this scene Maximus takes over while Shane is sleeping, he shifts, and goes to see her. Maximus is in charge and is driven by his wants. He goes to see Adea and there's a spicy scene between Max & Adea. This one-shot is a v a i l a b l e on my P a t r e o n. But I thought I'd give you guys an explanation in case some of you were wondering lol

“Let him try.” She spun around. “Are you stupid? Do you know who he is?” “I don’t care.” “You should.” Her voice cracked. “He’s Alpha Penking. The man who destroyed my family. The man who’s been watching me for fifteen years. And if he finds out you’re here, he’ll rip you apart.” Devon went pale. “Penking?” “Yes.” “The Penking? The one who controls half the city?” “Yes.” He sat down on the couch, running a hand through his hair. “Oh my god.”

Trista saw them and excused herself from Victoria and Wynn to meet them halfway. "Alpha Xander," she said, her voice just loud enough for him to hear. Xander stopped. Seeing it was her, he gave a slight nod and handed over the gift. The cream paper bag was embossed with the Blade Pack crest—a silver longsword embedded in stone. "Happy Birthday," he said, his voice deep and steady. Then he glanced back at Penelope, who was hiding slightly behind him, and knit his brows. "Where are your manners?" Penelope looked no more than sixteen or seventeen, still carrying a bit of teenage baby fat.

"I am not sitting in this luxury penthouse while they torment my father!" Alexander reached into his inner jacket pocket, pulling out a sleek, minimalist silver fountain pen. He unscrewed the top cap with a precise twist, revealing a micro-electronic blue LED tip, and carefully slid it into the small interior tailoring pocket of my sapphire dress, right over my collarbone.

Lorenzo: The room smelled of aged whiskey and gun oil, the faintest scent of iron still lingering from the last time one of my men had been careless. Annalise sat across from me, one leg crossed over the other, swirling the glass in her hand like she was trying to drown her nerves in amber. “She’s broken,” she said finally, voice low. “And Xavier’s breaking with her. You should be pleased. Isn’t this what you wanted? You can stand taller now. You need to drown yourself in drinks. Mind you, you don’t even need to keep roaming around her.”

I told him and he nodded in response. And just then, the door leading into his office opened and Penelope walked in with Nathan. "Boss," they announced their presence as bowed their heads. "Come seat with us," Axel pointed to the empty couch opposite us. They nodded in response and sat on the couch opposite us and Nathan informed Axel about Vladimir who had not made an appearance in a long time. My eyes went over to Penelope who had her gaze fixed on me. She glared at me like I was an enemy and while we continue staring, I could see the hate in her eyes. "How about you?" Axel asked Penelope. "Have you found any spell on going to the past?" He asked.

Stclaire giving me a final, meaningful look before exiting the room. Penelope approached the bed, handing me the bag of clothes. I thanked her, my gaze still fixed on the food. "Okay, Wyatt, listen. You have to take this slow," she cautioned. "I had to get everything in this bag approved ahead of time. And your 'I’m a rich asshole' bodyguard out there had to help me sneak the rest in. Be good, and take it slow. Otherwise, you'll choke and end up with pneumonia for sure."

Nolan’s face pales, his hand trembling as he looks at me, torn between his loyalty to me and the threat Alex has just made. Elysia’s hands tremble as she cradles my face, her magic desperately fighting to cleanse the poison from my veins. Her touch is warm and comforting, but I can feel the toxins spreading—a cold fire igniting in my blood. My vision blurs, and it’s getting harder to hold on. Alex chuckles monstrously. “You’ve always been too stupid and emotional, Nolan. That’s why you’ll never be more than a shadow,” he spits with disdain. His eyes flash with malicious glee, the thrill of control feeding his twisted soul.