Alex Turner Young Novels & Stories

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.

“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.”

"What truth, Cassius?" Cassius straightened up, clearly relishing the moment of revelation. "After that... incident, I ran my own investigation. I had to find out who was behind it. It wasn’t a simple mistake." He leant forward, lowering his voice like he was about to spill a scandalous secret. "I found out it was Trent Ray. One of the omegas, working as a bartender at the time, who had drugged your drink." Asher stiffened, his eyes flashing. "Trent Ray?"

“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.

William.. Alex has become a torment in my life, thwarting all my attempts to keep her at bay. She is so different to handle, and I know I am foolish to admit it, but all I want is a semblance of peace of mind, yet now there seems to be no way I can get Sierra back into my life or protect my daughter.

*:.。..。.🔅o○*:.。..。.🔅o○*:.。..。.。*:.🔅..o○*...° MALE LEAD : Alexander Wayne FATHER : Mathew Wayne. MOTHER : Kylina Wayne. AGE : 26. PROFESSION : Ceo of Mathew Expertise, Appointed as the youngest new leader in Mafia World. PERSONALITY : Cold, merciless, hates disobedience and untidiness, likes to be the dominant one and hates to be controlled.

He Utter as they burst into laughter. "Really, Owen asks, laughing uncontrollably. " Oh my gosh. Those slut. Where's she even from? Dean asked. "That doesn't matter,but I think we gotta prepare. " On what? Dean asked "I'm afraid he had killed one of his members who knew of the Truth. Alex Utter as they stood dumbfounded. "What! They find it out? Owen Utter. " I'm never gonna sit down and watch them take everything. We gotta approach them and stop whatever it is that they're planning. Ajax utter and a sound suddenly pulled his attention as he turned back and found two girls and a guy laughing at... Brooklyn.

Both of us. Ran. Not to Adrian. To me. First. “Mama,” Alex said. Hugged. Hard. 5 years old. “Ms. Carter said there was a truck. On TV. With words. About us. Are we famous bad? Or famous good?” _Silence. 3:01 PM._ Adrian was there. Knelt. Day 49. Always kneels now. “Neither,” Adrian said. 71 BPM. “We’re not famous. We’re us. Trucks don’t change that. Signs don’t change that. 3 PM doesn’t change that.”

“And you want to take your revenge,“ Lucian cut in. Alex groaned, gritting his teeth, annoyed. “I want to hear something different—about you, Alex, not your family,“ Lucian ordered. Alex breathed out slowly and said in a low tone, “There's nothing special about me.“ “Alex, when I ask a question, I expect a direct answer. Reply me while I'm being lenient. I can get the answer out of you by other means. I don't usually do calm. I'm only overlooking this because of your injury.“ His gaze was hard on Alex. Alex glanced at him briefly and cleared his throat. “After my parents’ death, I was taken in by my aunt. I worked at a factory once as a guard, then furthered my education, and now I'm here,“

He ordered pasta and meatballs for me and it tasted perfect. "Thanks ." "Here is the money you requested for ."He said dropping some money on the table and left. "Wait,what is your name."I said . "Alex."He said and left . Since I left the orphanage this is first nice person am meeting. I quickly finished my food and went to one of the bathroom i cleaned my body ,I was wearing one of jacks polo and my jeans with one of his boots. I asked the girl that served me food for a knife she looked at me weirdly but gave me later .I put it in my boots.