Novel & Cerita Alex Turner Young

When Alex and others heard the noise, they ran out. Outside the main gate, there was a Mercedes Benz and 5 large vans speeding towards them. No less than 30 young men came down from the car, headed by a very young and clean-looking man. It was Gunner Young’s son, Jax Young! Gunner Young was caught up in other matters, so he sent Jax to help Alex instead.

I see a helpless young girl trying so hard to hide her fears but I can see it in his eyes that he can see it, and when he looks down at my shaking feet, I can tell that he does, as a matter of fact know that he got me right where he wanted me when he spoke those words. 'Why would anyone want me dead?' 'And who the fuck is his sister?' 'Who the bloody fuck is he even?' "But we can avoid all of that from happening!" His enthusiasm is not appreciated at the moment but the mischievous glimmer in his eyes as he blurts out those words is like one of a child who was just given a basket of candies "And all you have to do Alexandra is make a call to daddy and tell him to get ten million in clean cash

Max informed me, with his eyes glued to the screen of the system in front of him. I leaned my head, towards the screen of the system, placing my hands on the wooden desk, just to look at the boyish face of Alex. He looked younger than nineteen at that time. With his eyes devoid of emotions. And nose that looked like it had been broken too many times. He looked really innocent though, like one who would never raise up a finger to hit someone. Did Bolu know he had killed someone? "So what's the big deal about this guy?" Charles tipped his head up, to look at me, as he directed this question to me.

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.

Before Selena could react, someone started speaking. "Do you really think that you could kill him with that knife Princess?" young Dante's voice whispered in her ear. It sounded like a taunt. One day, Alexander brought Dante home 6 years ago. Apparently Dante blocked a bullet for Alexander and saved him. Alexander thought he could use Dante, but as the years passed by, Alexander started to teach Dante all the ways to kill a person, evade laws, and earn money. Dante is no longer a hunch man in the bottom. He raised in rank and now fifth in command after Alexander in the outfit.

“He’s got priors that were in sealed records from before he turned eighteen. His name used to be Lanton Hughes, but now he goes by Derrick Hughes.” My breath caught. “Say that name again.” “Derrick Hughes,” Alex repeated. “He comes from a pretty affluent family out in Boston. Why? Do you know him or something?” A slow, bitter laugh escaped me. “Yeah,” I said, voice dropping into something dark. “I know him, and I’ll see you tomorrow morning. Take care of my girl until I get there.”

AlphaAbel leant forward, his smirk gone, replaced with cold curiosity. "Tell us what you know." Fred swallowed hard, trying to calm the panic rising in his chest. His mind raced, flashing back to how it all started. It had been a simple case—a murder investigation that spiralled into something far beyond his understanding. "I was investigating a murder," Fred began, his voice shaking. "A few years ago. A body was dumped outside the city limits, near the woods. It looked like a routine case at first—a domestic violence situation. The victim’s name was Ronald Kray, and my search led me to Alaska. He had an ex-wife and daughter living there, and I thought they might have information. But when I

“Eleazar has nothing to do with you.” “And you’re not the only one with Alpha blood, Austin Sinclair. Didn’t realize you’re so interested in other people’s kids.” Alpha Lucien’s voice came from behind, throwing Austin off balance as his gaze frantically went back and forth at Lucien and me. Still not convinced with Lucien’s words, he bent over to Eleazar and asked in a gentle tone. “How old are you?” “Four… well, almost.” Eleazar uttered confidently, and his eyes dimmed with disappointment.

They lived up to the reputation. Salvacion wasn’t prepared for how young Hunter looked either. The youngest Alpha in the armed forces—who would’ve thought he’d end up asking for help from someone so much younger than himself? Salvacion had tried turning to other Alphas, but they’d just pointed him toward Hunter, saying if anyone could handle it, it was this guy.