Alex X Male Farmer Novels & Stories

Alex grinned widely while Jaxon rolled his eyes, "I'm not interested." "You're such a joy killer, come on dude it's going to be fun. We will have some drinks and forget about everything." "I can't handle you when you're drunk," Jaxon groaned and Alex rolled his eyes. "I won't get drunk I promise," he said making a puppy face. Alex was a handsome man not to doubt that, black curly hair and chocolate eyes , well built. Any girl would want to take him to bed and Jaxon wondered why that slút cheated on him in the first place but it was good since he never liked her from the beginning of their relationship. He was glad that he finally saw her true colors.

Smith's malevolence. Alex's transformation during this time was remarkable. He embraced his past, drawing strength from the darkness that once consumed him. His leadership skills emerged, guiding the hacking team with precision and determination. He was no longer the charming and carefree man I had known but a force to be reckoned with, driven by a sense of responsibility and a commitment to right the wrongs committed by his family.

Ignoring them was better than building a relationship with them that wouldn't last anyway. The carriages were in perfect shape. Alex was impressed to see how full to the brim they all were. The farmers had all done great jobs, trading would be good this season. This made him consider increasing their wages. He was going to. He was still examining the carriages when he saw a silhouette of a man standing far inside the woods. Looking right at him. Alex was certain that if not for his sharp eyes, he'd have felt he imagined it but he could hear clearly the man's heartbeat. Alex puckered his forehead, feeling his skin tingle.

Yes, that's Alex. ***

They were all outside the building now, watching as the Reverence Pack departed first from the meeting. "Who was that?" Alex came up to all of them. His human form was different from his wolf form. While his wolf's fur was black, his human half had brown hair. He was a muscular man who loved showing off to all the men he could get his hands on. Jett laughed every time he thought about when his second would eventually find his mate. His previous affairs were sure to cause some issues.

He wore a black button-down with the sleeves rolled up, exposing veined forearms corded with muscle, and dark jeans that did nothing to hide the powerful thighs beneath. “Mr. Kane… hey. I was just about to message you… I…” “Cut the shit, kid.” Kane’s gaze flicked past Alex into the messy apartment, then dragged slowly down his body. Alex was in a thin white tank top that clung to his lean, toned frame from nervous sweat and loose sweatpants that rode low on his hips with no underwear. He suddenly felt naked under that stare. “Three weeks. You think I’m running a charity here?” Alex’s mouth went dry. “I’ve had some bad luck with clients. I'm a freelance graphic designer, and lat…”

“Make yourself at home!” Mr. Alexander Kane, Alex to his friends, but I’d always called him Mr. Kane, was nothing like the stern, distant father I’d imagined from Mia’s stories. He opened the door wearing a simple white linen shirt unbuttoned at the top and swim trunks that showed off powerful, tanned legs. At forty-five, he looked like he could still bench-press twice my weight. Broad shoulders, hair that was just the right amount of messy, and piercing blue eyes that seemed to see right through people.

He thought, maybe one day he would forget his past and also his origins which had made him a stronger man. That's why he decided to make it a fictional story under a pseudonym that he got from his initials. AxE, that's an abbreviation for his name. Alexander Enzo. But everyone seems to never know about it. Or maybe don't care. Don't know, Alex never thought about it. But what is certain is that it is very profitable because he does not want to be exposed. He just wants to tell the world who he is. And how lucky he was when he met a failed writer named Axe. It was actually beyond expectation. He didn't know that in the same city, he could find someone named Axel Chassain.

Alex turned his head slightly while working the skillet. “I like making pancakes,” he explained. Ísis crossed her arms, trying to regain her composure. “Oh, I see. So besides being a shameless flirt, you cook too.” She lifted a brow challengingly. “Any other hidden talents I should know about?” Alex extended his hand dramatically, as if introducing himself onstage. “Pleasure to meet you. I’m the human version of Bombril—one thousand and one uses. Feel free to use and abuse.”

“Good for you. You’re lucky I stepped on the brake when I did. If you don’t know how to cross the bloody street, don’t fucking cross at all!” Derek lowers his head. The man reverts his gaze to me and all I can say is, “I’m sorry.” “Sorry?” He cocks his head with a chuckle. “Your careless friend walks into the road without looking and all I do is nudge him a bit with my car yet you yell at me and destroy my very expensive phone. I…” A hiss escapes his mouth and he shakes his head as he gives me a onceover. “I shoul-” “Just get out of my face!”