Alex Stowe Novels & Stories

“Still in the Snowlands. Last I heard, he killed an alpha and married her wife. Ingrid, I think her name was.” “Alex, then.” “Probably. I’ll send someone to monitor the Grey Keep. He could make things difficult for us.” The thread of light that Liana gave Blake wraps around his soul and pulses inside him. He shifts on the stone, stretching one of his legs and arching his back slightly. Jack frowns. “What’s wrong with you?” “I can feel her.” Jack’s nostrils flare, then he chuckles. “Luckily for you, she’s not a half-wolf who’s just about to go through the transition ... oh, wait...”

Alex Coleman, daughter of famous actress and model Stacy Coleman, was publicly insulted by Christina King, daughter of Dylan and Diana King during William Aubert's party earlier today. The model claimed it had been a peaceful conversation between the two before Christina King proudly mocked her for being the daughter of a woman who, not only was once her father's secretary but also got pregnant for a man unknown to the public. In witness's words, the young entrepreneur had called her a bastard, pauper and filth during their conversation while Alex had tried to apologize for any inconveniences caused by her. It later ended up in Alex storming out of the party and Christina a few minutes after

I asked, glaring at her. “Alex…” I dug the knife inside her knee, and seeing her body jerk up, she screamed. “We worked with Esteban” she said, not waiting for me to pull the blade out “he promised Viktor a place as Alpha after him. Esteban has no child, f-fuck, Alexei please take the fucking thing out” Her body shook as I rolled the knife inside her knee, making sure it was broken. It would be a reminder of what I am still going to do if she chooses to be stubborn.

~Lexia "You look beautiful, by the way," Adrian murmurs, helping me out of the car. Ignoring him, I smooth out my dress, gazing around at the beautiful view. This party is being hosted by Isaiah, the Alpha of Passion, in his Pack. Despite his Pack not being in the best condition, he still holds the most lavish parties every year. "You don't mind, do you?" I ask anxiously, still looking at Isaiah's estate. People were mulling around, finding their way in at their own pace. Guards stood post in nearly every shadow I glanced out, watching us with careful eyes.

Afterward, she headed to the sink and washed her hands. "Congratulations on your engagement," a voice said beside her. Amelia turns her sunset eyes to the voice. A girl with blonde hair was smiling as she congratulated her. The girl had features befitting of a model. She was undoubtedly beautiful. There was an air of elegance and confidence around her that complimented her face. "Thank you" Amelia replied as she thought that the girl in front of her was really beautiful. "My name is Calia Rostell. Nice to meet you, Amelia" Calia said and offered her hands.

I chastise as she gives me a look. “It’s an accident. What are you getting so worked up about?” she asks as I take her food in her hand, sighing when I see the glass hasn’t broken the skin. Fuck, it must have just been the wine spilt on the floor. “Hunter, Alpha Alex just called me. Can you work out how he was able to see Stacey swimming in the pool?” I demand through the mind link as I let go of her foot. “I don’t want you to hurt yourself,” I answer her as she gives me a wry smile.

Stowaway chapter three Zoe's point of view. The rest of the week passes in a blur; My face is all over the news, apparently im the one who tamed Austin Rutherford. Lucky me, yeah!!! I'm sick of this circus show now, every night I have to go out hair and makeup done wearing designer clothes, and everywhere we go the press are there jumping out to take a picture, Austin plays the doting fiance holding my hand, kissing me when he's knows were being watched. I feel sick when he kisses me, but I've played the part of the perfect fiancee when all I really want to do his break his fucking nose.

Blakeley’s make up artist arrived and started Blakeley’s makeover, the other makeup artist was done and she left. “I don't want something heavy please.” Blakeley said. “Okay, ma’am.” “Mrs. Xanders.” The lady called out of the blue and Blakeley turned to her. “Yes?” “Nice to meet you. I am Stacey.” She introduced and Blakeley let out a smile. “Nice to meet you too, I’m Blakeley.” Blakeley replied and she chuckled. “Yeah, I know. Alex Xanders's wife.” She said, “Yes.” “I am a friend of Emily Xanders. Dante’s wife.”

AUSTIN _____ The hum of the servers in my basement was usually a comforting sound. Predictable. Controllable. Unlike the restlessness that had been chewing at me for weeks. I, Alexander Thorne — or Austin Kaelen, if you wanted to dig up ancient history I’d buried deep , didn’t do restlessness. I did calculated moves, quiet domination of my little kingdom here in Havenwood Creek. This town was mine, even if its inhabitants didn’t fully grasp the extent of it. They saw the wealthy, reclusive businessman. They didn’t see the wolf.

she whispered as she rested her forehead on his and closed her eyes, “It’s not right.” “I know..” “Here’s your order and two black coffees,” Celeste smiled, placing the donuts and drinks down in front of them, “You want me to tell them to leave?” Roxie shook her head, “No, we’re fine. Thank you, Celeste.” “Not a problem, hon.” “She’s a Stargazer,” Walker said, gathering some donuts onto his plate, “I’m surprised.” “She’s Felicity’s cousin.” “Oh...”