Alex Turner Young Novels & Stories

Alex’s pov “Your name is Alexander Taylor. A name you’ve hated since you were little because it’s feminine. You are twenty four and you have the ability to write with two hands. Not at the same time but pretty close. Your mother is Latina and your father is American. You love wearing suits. You not allergic to any nut, but you do hate foods that don’t have the W sticker on them.” “I have my reasons,” I said. “Yes. We know. Your ex girlfriend is Emily Pen. Two years older than you, a blonde who is manipulate and materialistic but you don’t listen.”

I remembered the day I went to look for her at her grandfather's house and how puzzled she was when I asked her about the call she didn’t answer at the time. “Television has also made a lot of impression on me,” she continued, “In 2002 the screens were starting to get flat, the other day, Alex surprised me when he pressed a button and his television came out behind a frame in the living room and turned on with his voice.” "I thought you would die,” I murmured, holding back my laugh. “It wasn't fun, Alex.” “It was for me.” “Orlando Evans, The Seattle Times, entertainment section,” said a man in the distance “Your relationship with Mr. Hardy is very close, could you tell us what your relations

How the hell was he able to keep this calm even though I had refused to answer his questions? What I knew about Alphas was that they would get angry if they asked one a question and then failed to get a reply from the person. A perfect example was Alpha Kyle, he would make sure to torture me at every little thing even though I didn't know if that was how he treated the remaining members of his pack. "Evelyn." Alpha Ethan's voice came again, as calm as the sea which sent shivers down my spine. I couldn't understand what was happening. This Alpha should get annoyed at me for damn's sake, only then would I feel relieved. But his actions were scaring the hell out of me. I needed help.

Beside me, Lord Marius and my father engage in a discussion about troop numbers on the northern border. I’m setting my beaker back down on the table when silence descends. It is soon followed by an excited buzz as two more males—two more Wolves—step into the arena. My focus is initially drawn to the one in front. He is youthful. Too young for this level of brutality, wolf or not. He can’t be more than sixteen—four years younger than me. His coppery hair is tousled as if he’s been anxiously running his fingers through it. Fear and sorrow are etched on his face, yet his jaw is clenched. It’s as if he understands there is no escape and has accepted his destiny. Something about that expression f

The scout swallowed. “The eastern infirmary.” Rex nodded. “Is he injured?” The scout hesitated. That hesitation sent a chill through me. “Not exactly.” Nobody liked that answer. “Define not exactly,” Ash said. The scout looked uncomfortable. “Physically, he’s fine.” “Then what’s wrong with him?” The young wolf glanced toward me. And suddenly looked even more nervous. “He keeps repeating her name.” The room fell silent again. I wished that surprised me. It didn’t.

He still doesn’t turn around. When she realizes he won’t be replying back she leaves, giving me one last side eye glare. He turns around finally and sees me waving my hand in front of my face trying to get her strong perfume away from me. He holds back a laugh, “I’m guessing the Alpha title comes with a lot of fans,” I say walking over to the table to grab my contract. “The title definitely comes with a lot. Not all of which is wanted,” he sighs and grabs one of the bags and a shoe box and hands them to me. “You can change over there,” he points to the corner that has those fabric moving walls like the hospitals do. “Excuse me? Change? Why am I changing?” I ask him clearly confused. He lifts

What are you trying to do? "Is this how we usually teach you?" But Daniel still ignored Austin. He continued to look at Issac, "Since you're here, let's talk about it. "I wonder if Ms. Turner is here too?" Upon hearing this, Natasha was startled. Carly Turner? Then the elderly man in front of her... Was Mr. Turner from the Turner family? "Daniel, what are you doing?" Seeing Daniel ignoring him and becoming more and more excessive, Austin slapped the table to signal him to stop his rude behavior.

Alex takes the chance to look around the room, searching for clues about Kir's connection to Asher. He stops when he spots a picture laid face down. Alex lifts up the photo for a look. He sees a tall man in his teens with hair that looked similar to flames except it was silver instead of yellow. Alex studies the photo for a moment and notices a name in the corner: Asher at age seventeen.

Thiago mostly. We were sent to take a role as being in high school and it was only supposed to last a couple months. A couple months turned in to a year and here we are, still chasing after Austin and his antics because he's a little snake. To break it down, the schools lover boy Austin Reynolds was part of a rival gang who raped and murdered girls just for not being good at sex. If that wasn't bad enough they also took part in human trafficking with girls as young as 14.

I opened my eyes and looked down at Alex to see her eyes closed. I looked at the kids to see them crying. I got off the floor and grabbed them all in a hug. I do not know how long we stood there, but soon we were all fast asleep. Alex (P.O.V.) *This is before she was shot.* I gripped the gun in my hand tightly trying to contain my anger. It is because of them I am the person I am today. Do not get me wrong, I was never the good girl, but I was never a player either. How do I know them? You ask.