Alex Turner Young Novels & Stories

It was just strange that he was submitting to me without me doing more than shove him into a tree. “He’s part of our pack, Luna,” a familiar voice called out. “Why are you calling her Luna?” Alex questioned out of breath. Alex is here? I turned my head and looked behind me. Trooper Bryant stood, though not in uniform, with all his piercings and arm tattoos on display. Next to him, trying to catch his breath, was Alex. “I told you to stay back at the house, boy. Are you deaf or just too dumb to do what a trooper tells you?” Bryant rolled his eyes.

He even ventured into the darker corners of the Internet, searching for anything that could help him build his case. As the weeks unfolded, Alex transformed into a shadow in the night, slipping away from home and into the world of adults—an underworld of secrets and lies, where he believed he could find the truth. He became a master of disguise, blending into the background, listening to the whispers of those who knew the driver. The seed of vengeance had taken root, growing into an unyielding determination. Alex was no longer just a boy mourning the loss of his parents; he was a young avenger, ready to reclaim justice for the lives that had been senselessly taken.

Kian pried her mouth open and poured a vial of wolfsbane-infused water down her throat. Then he handed one to their father, their mother, and finally, to himself. Afterward, he grabbed the canister of gasoline by the door and spilled it across the room as Leila began to scream. Kian pressed the lighter, and flames ignited instantly. “You’re insane! All of you! Let me out! I don’t want to die!” Kian sat quietly, letting the fire consume his body. He stared at her struggling form and asked calmly, “The four of us together, forever. Isn’t this what you always wanted?”

With great effort, I crawled along the ground, but I couldn't move much from the spot. With this I soon heard the footsteps of my assassin coming up behind me, and I turned towards him just in time to see him come close enough for me to look into his face. He was a young man, about twenty years old, and had a wound in his head, from which blood was gushing. The bullet must have grazed him there, or he would not have been standing. A hint of a smile appeared on his lips as he pointed his revolver straight at my head, certainly realizing that he would get the money he had been promised to finish me off.

I was already so turned on when I was sucking his dick in the theatre. “He’s my Gamma,” Rex murmurs, his raspy voice making me shiver. “Reece and Zane are my most trusted men.” My eyes fall on Hunter whose jaws look clenched. Why is he angry? Does he want to be Rex’s most trusted man? We drink more beers and the atmosphere lightens up a little. Rex and Reece are quiet mostly while Zane does the talking. I don’t miss how Hailey keeps stealing glances at him and she’s doing a bad job at hiding it.

In the end, Toby had no means to pay Alex back and that was the first time Alex had ever seen Valerie. Valerie was 17, she rushed into the living room because she heard people yelling. When she entered the living room, she found out that they were yelling at her father, she looked confused and couldn't place her finger on why they'd be screaming at her father. All the heads in the room turned toward her, including Alex. When Alex saw her he was too stunned to speak, he had never seen anyone as gorgeous as Valerie. Alex was 30 years old. Toby was horrified when he saw the lascivious look on Alex's face. He wanted to speak but then one of Alex's men slapped him across the face.

“Who knew the pretty boy could keep his word?” “I did!” A thin man in his early twenties claims. He’s Trent Smith, a hacker who was arrested for trying to break into a police precinct’s system to steal information on behalf of a client. He’s the youngest among the men with tousled blonde hair and an impish gleam.

“You have every right to think the worst .We didn’t exactly start off on good terms, did we?” “No, we didn’t. If only I can get you out of there, we could start all over again.” “We - we could start all over again if you want to. Right from the beginning.” “Hmmm.’ I paused, smiling to myself, “Hi, my name is Alexander Young. What’s your name, pretty lady? “You don’t know my name yet, but you already think I’m pretty?”

They stared at Henry, then snapped their gazes back to me, looking back and forth, as if trying to process what they had just heard. "Wait, Henry... Mom?" Marcus asked, unable to stop his eyebrows from shooting up. "How does that even work? She looks younger than us!" "She's still a student!" Jace chimed in. Henry slammed the ice bucket down onto the bar table with just enough force to make a sharp clatter, a sound that made my heart leap in my chest. He crossed his arms and looked at me, a cruel, mocking smirk carving into his lips as he stared directly into my eyes.

“Xavier's PR routine is a wall of fire. Stay behind it if you are going for your name right now. If you go looking for your name right now, you are just going to get burned.” But she wasn't fast enough to grab the remote. On the wall-mounted screen behind her, the local news transition music fled. The sharp audience stuck it down. The familiar feels filled the frame, and the air left my lungs as if I had been kicked. It was Alex. He was sitting in a plush studio chair, looking smaller, older, and in depth, looking more fragile than the man who had haunted my nightmares. “I just want justice for my girl,” Alex said. His voice cracked at the perfect frequency to elicit sympathy. A single tear