Alexander Benjamin Novels & Stories

Xander's lips curved into a small smile when he heard his son's raspy morning voice. "That's good son. Now get up. You're already late for your school. Dad will drop you today hmm." Alexander giggled happily before jumping off the bed and running towards the bathroom. Amelia was surprised to see Alexander doing his work on his own. He was almost seven years old but still even at this age some children whine for the elders to ready them for school. But Alexander has always been doing his work himself. He was a genius in studies but an introvert. He doesn't like the crowd or making friends. He likes to keep his self distance and privacy.

He was none other than Alexander. Alexander Keller is the only child of the owner of the prestigious Marketing Company, Haven Marketing Corporation, Jayden Keller. A man that the nation looks up to which in turn leaves a lot of pressure on Alex, given the fact that his interest is not in the family business, but in music. But who in the world would let that happen? His parents were definitely not the answer.

“Although I can’t promise to let you get out of here alive, I may make your death short and quick.” “Hah, don’t make me laugh, Alexander. You are your father’s son. He was a sadistic monster, and so are you. Don’t think I forgot what you did to Aaron. So, I’m not going down without a fight,” Benjamin said after he was done coughing.

Benjamin Winchester was said to be the most feared and also the most admirable businessman on the continent. His connection ran deep in every aspect of the business world and it no surprise that Alexandra inherited those remarkable traits. His Grandfather Karl Jonas used to praise how much of a strong-headed person the Old Ben was and his decisions were immovable like that of a great mountain. The more he gets to knew her the more he was drawn to her. "Now that you have no use of staying here you and your people may leave," She said pointing at the door. Mr Daives opened his mouth to protest but before he could let out a sound she spoke up,

Granted, I’m usually still a little late because the higher-ups love overworking me up there in heaven and let’s be honest, I’m not really the greatest at my job. I'm trying to give Dawn some hope by helping her and giving her advice but the truth is; I don't know if any of us are prepared for Alexander. He became a fallen for a reason, and it was a little...never mind. It pains me just thinking about it. I just hope he eventually gets tired of chasing after her and having me chase after him as well. He's usually the type to get his job done quickly. Killing people with no mercy is what he’s known for in heaven and hell.

I questioned him. I thought Alessandro at least would be a little upset about his father's death; I mean, his father was there for him since he was a baby, so I would understand if he shed a few tears, but then again, Alessandro doesn't really care for anyone except me, I hope. "I'm not sad; I'm happy you got justice for your mother's death; she would be so proud of you. Anyway, he was a piece of shit. He doesn't deserve to be called a father"

Alpha Marco and I both snapped our heads up from where we sat at his desk to the man standing in the doorframe, who I assumed was Beta Alex given his extraordinarily large stature and solid build. “Julius, this is my Beta, Alex.” Alpha Marco introduced us as he stood from his chair. I extended my hand to Beta Alex as I straightened myself beside Marco. He took it with a surprisingly firm grip, nodding his head in a show of respect before his hazel eyes met mine. His smooth, dark skin paired with striking eyes and near-flawless features made him look more like a doll than a man, but his expression reminded me of a soldier. He had none of the sadistic playfulness that Dean carried with him, in

I cannot help the small burst of interest that sparks inside me, too. Like Ethan, Blake is an alpha. He must be around the same age, too. He has the Southlands accent and says he worked in the King’s Guard. How did he rise to such a high position among the Wolves? “Why did you choose to come here, little rabbit?” asks Blake. “I didn’t. I was kidnapped.” “Hm.” His eyes gleam, as if he knows I am lying. He removes the letter opener from the cloth and his skin hisses as the silver touches his skin.

TIMOTHY I sat with all the other higher ups in the breeder auction room, wondering a little how my life got to this point. I was the 21-year-old Alpha to the Dark Moon pack in North West America, and I've spent 5 years and countless resources trying to find my mate. So, instead of wasting more time and money, I've settled on a breeder, at my father's request because he wants to see his grandchildren to me.

I whimpered and gulped. He was really going to reject me! "I, Xander, the future... Alpha of the Red Moon, hereby re...ject you, Lena." I watched his breath change. His eyes fluttered constantly, as if he was forcing those words out. My eyes were filled with tears as my heart became so heavy, my teeth were clenched together to force back the loud sob about to escape my lips. His eyes fell on mine, and he looked away sharply. "I, Xander, the future Alpha of the Red Moon Pack, reject you, Lena, as my..." The knife fell off his shivering hand.