Alex Turner Young Novels & Stories

Alpha’s men learn to do that; it makes the rest easier. Her eyes flicked to me once. If there was surprise, she swallowed it like bad medicine. “That name doesn’t belong to me anymore,” she said. Her voice was even, but it didn’t chase the sound. It sat. It waited. I took a step forward. “I’m Hunter. I work for Alpha Xavier. There are some things that I…”

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

The Alpha smiled as he stood up from his seat walking slowly towards me. "I..." I shuttered not knowing what to say seeing the Alpha walk towards me. "Evelyn, no need to bother about formalities, just call me Ethan." The Alpha smiled immediately when he got to me. "I...." I shuttered feeling rather confused wondering why the Alpha was acting rather strangely. Did he fall in love with me at first sight or what the hell was happening?

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

I never want to be hunted by Tank or by Anyone really! Another flash and it's the first time he meets Zavier. They are so young and cute! Another flash and Tank shows Zavier how to hunt and fish with his hands or minimal handmade weapons. Later they are near a little fire eating a recent kill, talking animatedly. Zavier looks to be around 3 or 4 and already has a lean physique. Tank is about 7 ft tall and lean also. I wonder if I'm going to be expected to exercise? I'm not fat but I'm not skinny either. The next visions are of Zavier attending school and what looks like meetings with his father. Them both learning various things about being an Alpha and running the Pack.

When a high-stakes witness threatens to bring down their empire, Luca is assigned to babysit the witness in a remote safehouse until the trial. Alex Rivera is 26 years old, a sharp-tongued, athletic bartender who accidentally witnessed a brutal mob hit. Stubborn, sarcastic, and fiercely independent, Alex hates everything about being locked up with a dangerous criminal. He’s straight-curious but deeply in denial, and he despises Luca for representing the world that ruined his life.

After that, he sent these commands through to a special website. Once he was done, he casually sat down on the leather couch nearby and crossed one leg over the other. “I’ve given you a chance, and you didn’t appreciate it. Therefore, you will pay a hefty price for it.” “Kid, it’s not April’s Fool today!” Alex glared at Tyr coldly. Alex was curious what this young man could do to his family. After a few minutes, Alex’s phone began to ring. “Chief Wayne, why did you suddenly give me a call?” Alex asked excitedly.

"For Dad's memorial photo, can we use this one?" The photo he handed me showed Alexander sitting in a car, smiling brightly at the camera. It was the last one taken before the rogue attack. In it, Alexander looked strong, healthy, completely unaware that within hours his world would be shattered. I didn't take it, instead pulling out a yellowed photograph from the stack of documents. "Let's use this one. It's mentioned in his will." The photo showed a young Alexander, probably in his thirties. He had his arm around a teenage Ethan who had just been accepted to Crescent Moon High School. Both of them were grinning widely, pride radiating from every line of their bodies.

Alex was as cold as she was, the only part of him moving was the vein popping out of his temple and his teeth grinding against each other. “Cat caught your tongue, huh? You don't even know Alex and yet you think you can replace me,” Brittany taunted her and laughed mechanically. Alex was still cold as stone, his mouth opened again to warm her but he couldn't form words, anger coursed through his very being. “You're shocked aren't you? Well, it's true. You don't know that Alex is a murderer. He killed his own parents, his biological parents when he was just eighteen years old," she said, then with a cruel smile, she began to narrate how it all happened.