Alex Turner Young Novels & Stories

Alexander believed he was a person who knows how to differentiate between right and wrong;If you were good to me,he will be good to you. Few minutes later,an Audi car drove over,the driver was a relatively innocent-looking youth.When the driver saw Alexander,he respectfully called him "Young Lord" and moved to the car door to open the door for him.Alexander didn't have much baggage with him apart from a bag containing few clothes and the briefcase.Although the driver didn't talk too much,his driving was steady and fast.

well he is damn fine, but I don't feel sexually attracted to him, like at all "She already knows who I am" hw waves his hands in the air, like he just doesn't care, "whatever, Ajax Crawford..I'm 22, you can call me Aj." Oh feisty... "I'm Alec Baxter and I'm 21..you can call me Al." Damn he is fine too, he was one of the guys who saved me back there and also then kidnapped me. "I'm Eli connors, I'm 22, you also can call me E."

All the bodyguards had been sacked, even his own son Matthew had been kicked out by him. After processing the payment, Mr. Young took a box and opened it in front of Mr. Austin. The box was decorated with purple velvet, while the inside was made of silk in a similar but lighter color. In the middle of it was a drug which he named Young and Young. "Please sir, here is the medicine," said Mr. Young while handing the medicine box to Mr. Austin. Seeing Mr. Austin get the drug, some of the visitors began to dare to go up on stage.

Almost alone. The sound of footsteps on the stone path made her look up. Alexander—Alex—stepped out from the shaded walkway leading to the private gym. At twenty-two, he was the perfect specimen of youthful masculinity. Tall, broad-shouldered, with sun-kissed skin and dark hair still damp from his workout. His tank top clung to his sculpted chest, outlining every ridge of muscle. Sweat glistened on his arms as he carried a towel over one shoulder.

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-”

Tyler happened to be the Alpha's son, I had grown up with Tyler and spent my childhood training at his side. When I turned sixteen the feelings of friendship quickly blossomed into romance. Tyler was seventeen, able to find his mate from he turned nineteen. I was so gullible back then, hanging on his every word. I was so sure we would be mates, we were destined after all. I had this same delirious mindset up until his nineteenth birthday party, the day where everything crashed and burned. Tyler picked me up from my house around 8 p.m. He pulled up to my house in his shiny Mustang, I'd often joke that he loved his car more than me. There were a lot of things Tyler loved more than me.

She looked so different now—she was an adult. Years back, when Alex and Ryan were still in their teens, there was a civil war going on in the American syndicate about who would take over after old Mr. Donatello. Alex found out there was evidence or information somewhere that could help him lay total, undoubted claim to the throne.

53 Alex As the car glided through the bustling city streets, Elena turned to me, her expression soft yet probing. “Alex,” she said quietly, her voice barely audible over the hum of the engine. “I know you’re grateful I dragged you out today, but this—this isn’t enough. You can’t just bury yourself in your room forever. What’s really going on?”

He whispers as I nod in disagreement with him. "No! Please? Don't make me forget about you... don't leave me!" He pulls away as Blake holds my hand and looks deep into my eyes. With a burden in his heart knowing he's doing it against his own will, he slowly utters his words and makes me forget about Tyler and the attack. Tears fall down my cheeks as I see a younger me crying as Tyker walks away, vanishing into thin air, followed by our alpha. I come back to. My eyes filled with tears as deception fills my heart. "Em!" my aunt whispers.

“Honestly, you don’t need my help.” “You can explain everything to him faster, and you are also the one who has the hunch that the killer may have a connection with his victims,” said Cael. Meanwhile, Tyler noticed his wings being so bright. He was in the locker room. Aside from his wings, he also noticed the changes in his eye color. Tyler saw from his reflection in the mirror. Luckily, his teammates overlooked that. Only innocent children can see his wing and his fellow above-level supernatural. It had been a long time since Tyler had last felt that feeling.