Alex Stowe Novels & Stories

His cold aura hung in the air like the artic gust. "Yes," Steve replied. He prepared himself by letting himself take a deep breath. He could not afford to stumble. "Speak." "Alexandra Winchester born on 2nd May 1997 turned 24 this year.No preschool and middle school records, she was homeschooled till the age of 13 but she was graduated from the top University in the UK.

Austin was an intern there. Their first meeting was quite dramatic. A fatal mistake occurred in the elevator carrying young Austin and Calysta inside the building. It almost caused an accident if it hadn't been stopped immediately. Calysta, trapped, started to get close to Austin. She was impressed by his courage and the way he treated women, not looking down on Calysta. At that time, Calysta worked as an ordinary administrative staff.

Stacey was a little bewildered, she didn't know who the person was. "Mom, who's here?" Stacey asked, turning to face her mom. "Your future husband dear… Elijah Anderson from Riverwalk City." Victoria smugly replied. Stacey was stunned for a moment. She glanced at Gwendolyn who was busy scrolling through the internet, trying to find out about the new head of the Stark consortium. But apart from Christian Stark, no one else came up. "Grandma, what's going on?" Stacey asked, with a puzzled look.

I'd be a liar if I say I've not been tempted to leave this shit of life behind, but except for my mom's investigation, a certain girl is holding me back. A certain fierce black hair girl with hazel eyes. Ashanti. I've never met a woman who is intriguing as her, she's different and a badass. There's just something about a woman that can handle her own that is so fucking beautiful. If I had my choice, I'd bend her over and eat her out, get on my knees and worship her cunt like the beauty she is. “We've got something information concerning the burnt warehouse” I spun around at the sound of my most trusted man's voice.

SCARLETT : I was to resume two days before the Alpha returned to the pack house. His personal assistant arrived ahead of time to give us a tour and inform us of his menu for the week. Standing at 5'11, with dark hair and brown eyes, Mr. Hensley Victor, the Alpha's personal assistant, had a large scowl on his face. "I am Scarlett De Luca," I introduced myself. "I'm Reyes Von," the Chief Chef introduced himself. "Nice to meet you," Mr Hensley replied.

When he reach her workplace, sitting in his Black he Lamborghini Veneno saw a girl push through the Cafe door, from her back he could see the familiarity. An old man probably at his late 50's stood near her, looks like he was teasing her, soon there is laughing and the girl turn towards the other side of the Shop and she comes out wearing the black apron and Austin could see through the glasses that in that counter stood his World. Stacey stood in the counter taking orders turn after turns, smiling politely to everyone around her. Oblivious to who was watching her. She was a beauty that had grown from the ashes of brokenness yet here she stood confidently without the care of world around her

I’m still wheezing, trying to catch my breath, and internally panicking in response to Theo bringing up my mystery girl in front of… well, the mystery girl herself. “Yeah,” I sputter hoarsely, blinking the tears from my eyes and drawing a deep breath. “Wrong pipe.” I’m not fooling Quinn, though. She’s sitting across from me at the table, a smug little smirk tugging at her lips. “Mystery girl?” she asks, arching a brow. “Yeah,” Theo laughs, clapping me on the shoulder and giving it a rough squeeze. “Jax has been on the hunt for weeks trying to find some girl he met in Stillwater, isn’t that right, Romeo?”

“What do you mean?” “I told you about that time at the bar with her and Stephanie, didn’t I?” He nodded. “And I found out the bridge my mother built doesn’t have her name, Alita Wells, engraved on it. It says Alita Alexis.” “What? But she only built it two years ago,” Easton said, baffled. “Why would she do that if she hates him? She’s pretending. So are Stephanie, Anabella, and… maybe even Maverick,” she said.

“Listen to me, Lorenzo, and listen good. We. Are. Done.” She slipped her shoe back on and took my arm. “Let’s go.” Later that night, at a top private club in Beverly Hills. “Congratulations, Carina and Chloe.” The event host raised a glass of champagne. “To the success of Astraeus!” The entire ballroom applauded for us. I was wearing a silver evening gown. Beside me stood a handsome young man. His name was Alexander Sterling, CEO of a rising tech company, recently named by Forbes as one of the most influential entrepreneurs under thirty.

"What or who can help?" "There's a powerful witch who has been on the run for months because Drexa has been on her tail for quite a long time." Rebecca started and looked towards Ashley. "Unfortunately, no one has heard from her ever since. We don't know if she's still alive or Drexa has gotten her hands on her." "Where did she run off to and what's her name?" Ashley asked after a moment of silence. "Her name is Keller Stoll, she was shunned from her pack which made her an easy prey for Drexa. She has been MIA to the rest of us as she's very strong and powerful."