Alex Turner Young Novels & Stories

“Trapping you? Seara, listen to me carefully. I didn’t even know you had family in Nightshade.” “Don’t lie!” Seara shouted. “I’m not lying!” Austin snapped, startling Seara. Austin stepped closer, closing the distance between them so Seara could feel the heat of his body. “Do you think my life has been easy? My parents were killed in a bloody coup when I was still a teenager. I became Alpha at a young age because there was no one else left. I’m still searching for the bastard who slaughtered my father and mother.” Seara was stunned. “What?”

As the evening sunlight filtered through the study window, bathing them in a warm glow, they stood united, ready to embrace the extraordinary journey of parenthood that lay ahead. *************** Alex sat nervously across from the private investigator, his fingers tapping an erratic rhythm on the worn wooden table. " Look, I need your help. It's about Angel " he began, his voice laced with urgency. The investigator, a seasoned man with a weathered face and piercing eyes, leaned forward. " Angel, your ex-girlfriend, right? The one behind the accident five years ago? " Alex nodded, his jaw clenched. " Yes, she orchestrated that accident. She was obsessed, said she'd rather see me dead than wit

He shuts the door and leans on it with a phone to his ear. What? This lunatic has been making a call this entire time. “Hey! Psycho!!” I yell, staring daggers at him but he ignores me, talking back to the person on the line. “Tell the stupid director that if it's money he wants, he should name a price so we can get this deal fucking finished. I’m running out of patience!” Oh! He’s not a normal psycho. Just a rich stupid one. “Hey! I’m talking to you!!” I reach to his right ear, snatch the phone out of his hand then smash it on the ground. “Now I have your attention. You hit-”

“Can a hillbilly from the countryside join Wolfenden Corp.? “Can a hillbilly with no background kill Tony?” At this very moment, the patriarch of the Allen family was so furious that he refused to show even the slightest hint of respect to his younger brother. Patrick did not dare to talk back, so he endured his brother’s rage. When Tuckson’s anger was vented, he said coldly, “Kayson is not in trouble for Tony’s death, but our family will be! “Tony’s elder brother, Ezekiel ‘Tre-strike’ Turner, is a skilled fighter renowned in the whole of Skyriv. If he comes looking for trouble with our family…

Alex shifted at the same time as his dad. "Who is it?" his dad said. The guard shrugged. "I've never seen him before, Alpha. Looks like a kid-" The guy looked up, and Alex’s blood went cold. Cash's dark gaze met him, and realization hit him. "I know him," Alex said. "This is the boy that was turned at my school. The quarterback, Cash. He's also the one that led me away from Jane tonight, so the other lycan could attack." His dad watched their intense stare down.

“It’s me. It’s your Amber, do you think that I could ever hurt anyone?” Alexander turned to me and spoke in the coldest tone I had heard in my entire life. “No, I didn’t.” He answered and I paused. “Until I found out that you had murdered six girls at age ten, set a man on fire, and tried to choke Lucia to death.”

He extended his hand out to Brax. “Brax Lawson, I am Logan Carter. It is nice to meet you.” Brax blinked at him a few times unsure how to react. He extended his hand in return to Logan and shook it. “Logan, may I ask why you have travelled all the way here?” His tone was more normal than I anticipated which confused me after how tense he was with me. “I have come to win Leah’s affections back.” His voice was clear and concise but filled with emotion. “I guess we have an issue there then, don’t we?” Brax’s tone was filled with protection.

Yes, that's Alex. ***

“Keenan?” Orina nodded. “Keenan. An alpha with no surname. He came from the rogue camp in Mandeville, at the cliffside of Clawlinger’s territory, before he went berserk.” Liliana’s eyes widened. That was the name she had ordered Borren's information network to look for. The one she hoped to find. Her small hands clenched tightly at her sides as memories from her last life rushed back like cold water. In her previous life, Keenan had been Richard Tealthorne’s secret bastard son, buried alive as a baby and saved by a rogue. He had died young after going berserk.