Alexander And The Terrible Book Pdf Novels & Stories

“I want you to read the first two pages out loud and then summarize them.” Alex leaned back in his chair, legs spread wide. He didn’t even look at the book. His eyes were glued to my chest. “Alex,” I said sharply. “The book. Not me.” He licked his lips slowly, eyes still fixed on my breasts. “Your buttons look tight today. Are they going to pop open if you breathe too hard?” I felt my face heat up. “That’s not appropriate, Alex. Focus on the material.” He smiled, stubborn as ever. “I am focused. Just not on the stupid book. Your tits look really good in that shirt, Miss Shine. Do they feel as soft as they look?”

Boring drama but no juicy story. I did see that she wished Gabi was a boy because women weren't important in the mafia world—total misogynist— and how she praised Michael for the barest minimum. Ew, toxic boy mom much? I was about to give up and toss the book back into the box when a particular entry caught my eye by how really short it was. ~Sh*t, Alexander is back. After ten years, Alexander is back. And is it bad that my body remembers that night we spent together like it was yesterday?~

I grab the book for the class after and sprint as fast as my legs will allow. I should have been more careful and focused my attention on the road in front of me instead of elsewhere. I had no idea how I came into contact with him, but all I knew was that I was on the floor and my things were all over the place. Raising my head, I met the gaze of the last person I wanted to see, Alexander Clinton Xander. “Watch where you’re going, dimwit!” Alexander snarls. This was the worst day of my life.

The only time Ana asked for his help, and he went to Alpha Max and told him everything. “Can I see Ana?” He sounds broken. “No! Make him go away!” Ana wails from behind me. “Please! I am her mate!” Mikael begs, and it takes all my will not to spit in his face. I laugh bitterly. “H-Her m-mate? M-mates d-don't do t-to ea-each other wh-w-what y-you did t-to h-her! A-Alpha M-Max to-tortured h-her f-for h-hours! E-Each t-time I close m-my e-eyes, I s-still h-hear A-Ana and h-her p-parents s-screaming! H-Her pa-parents are d-dead b-because you c-couldn’t k-keep your m-mouth shut! I un-understand y-you h-hate me, b-but b-by ra-ratting to A-Alpha M-Max, yo-you hurt th-the f-female that i-is y-your o

Amora asked Alex while looking at Alex and his hands looking for the book. "No, mother, I didn't find it" Alex replied while wiping his sweat because he was tired of looking for the book. Until suddenly, Amora saw a book that was on the top shelf. The book was dark purple in color and had white beads that glowed and the only book that gave off a white glow. "Alex, that book looks interesting could you please get me the book?" Amora said while pointing at the shelf where the book was, Alex suddenly looked at the book and nodded to his mother as a sign that he was going to take the book.

Tall shelves stretched to the ceiling, with books enough to make my son Alessio the happiest boy in the world. Heavy curtains filtered the morning light, making the place dark with a touch of light. A fire crackled in the hearth. And there, seated in a leather armchair, whehim. Alexander. My breath caught. I had suspected when I saw the guards, I wasn't sure, but I had thought that it might be him. He looked up from the book in his hand. He was reading Technology and Creation of Science. The same book, my Alessio has been hung up on for weeks now.

I glanced at Alex and he shrugged, “You said you wanted fun.” “I expected an old library or something,” I muttered. “Hmm hmm hmm,” Alex shook his head, “Alex Roux doesn’t do library. What’s the point of reading when you’d probably never get to the top?” “If you read hard enough—” Alex raised his finger, cutting me off. “The conversation about books ends here.” How on earth were he and Alistair so different this way? The moment we walked deeply into it, Alex’s voice changed. “Elara, hold my hand so you don’t get lost.”

Hissing, I stand up to return the book when the guard calls my attention. “If you wish to read it, I can translate the language,” he says. Funny how even a guard is more educated than a lady from a prestigious household. What a foolish society. “I don’t wish to know the content.” I returned the book. “The content is very educational,” he says. Why is he keen on it? “What is it about?” I take out the book once again. I love something educational. “It’s a history of the past Alphas—the Apex—the knight's household.”

And once you reach for it, you will identified as one of their leader. Every born child of Alpha's will have their own book. And this book will lead them to a quest. A quest will help them to level up. These Alpha's were created by Mother Tree, she was the most powerful of the underworlds. She can give more life to every creature in their land. But creating the Alpha's would be her greatest mistake because instead of protecting their land they were the one destroying it by killing each other just to be a leader. The four Alpha's can be recognized which group of clan they're belong by the color of their eyes.

Alexander’s expression darkened instantly, and he flung the book across the room, where it landed on the nightstand with a dull thud. Hugo, he thought, scowling. Never trusting that bastard again. After toweling off his hair, he sank into bed, laptop perched on his knees, trying to refocus on his work. Sleep was impossible these days. Ava’s scent seemed to follow him everywhere, her presence haunting even in absence. Eventually, with only the bedside lamp on, he picked up the ridiculous book again and started flipping through it. Basic. Stupid. Tips about “admitting your mistakes” and “listening more” read like they were written for a child. Still, he kept reading, lost in thought, until he