Alexander Benjamin Novels & Stories

The ringing sound of the doorbell follows. “Coming!” I get up and head to the door to find out who it is and what the person wants. I can't think of anyone who will be at the door this late at night. “How can I help you?” I question, scanning the unfamiliar figure I meet behind the door. His All-black clothing makes me instantly suspicious of him. “Are you Valery Hale?” The stranger asks back with his hands behind his back. How does he know my name? “Yes. How can I help you?” I ask again, still trying to decode his intentions.

Benjamin looked incredulously at Amelia. He rested his hands on the table as he looked at his younger sister, who was biting her bottom lip in nervousness. " You and Alexander? " he asked. " This can't be serious. " It is very serious. " Amelia replied, sighing. " Alex is kind, funny, loving. " And terribly handsome and rich. " Benjamin replied, crossing his arms. " And his money has never mattered to me, you know that. " Amelia replied in an annoyed tone.

He said, but I didn't say anything, nor did I move. "Pl... pl.. please help me. I don't know wha.. what.. I haven't done this before, your highness." I stammered, pleading for mercy as my confidence suddenly disappeared again. This was Alpha Alexandros, who doesn't care about what you want. He just does as he pleases. I just couldn't allow this man to do anything to me.

“You’re still figuring things out. And yet you chose to be there because she asked, Nathan. You have a lot on your plate, and you are not only taking care of the company, but also your pack, you seem to be forgetting that small detail.” He didn’t answer right away, just kept walking. Then, finally, he said, “I didn’t want to be alone. Yes, I have a lot to take care of, but as I said, you two are the only normal detail, and I will admit, I never expected to truly find myself tolerating a human, but Brenda has her way.” The honesty in that caught me off guard. He could have chosen to hide behind something else, but he didn’t. I slowed slightly, then matched his pace again. “You could have told

“Trust no one. Not even your Alpha friend. Your search should begin from home.” That’s what the text read. “What the fuck?” Oliver says after I read it out loud. “I told y’all not to trust this Alpha. He’s been snoopy for no reason.” Jayden exclaims. “What do you mean by that?” I ask him not understanding his point. Jayden sighs and roll his eyes at me. Just like me, he doesn’t like to be asked too much questions. “Why will this Alpha put it upon himself to conduct the research of the body of the vampires?”

"Weston Public Library, this is Ben." Alexandra's posture changed. Her shoulders softened. Her voice, when she spoke, was bright. Warm. It was a shock to hear. "Ben! Hi, it's Alex." "Alex! Thank goodness. Are you okay? Your message was so vague-a family emergency?" "Yes," Alexandra said. The lie flowed smoothly, but I could hear the thin strain beneath it. "My aunt in Maine. She fell. It's... a whole mess. Broken hip. No other family to help. I had to jump on a plane."

“Good. I figured I’d at least come say hi properly. I’m Alexander. Alexander Vaughn.” I blinked. His name sounded familiar, but I couldn’t place why. “I’m Kimberly Ashford, but call me Kim,” I said cautiously. “Nice to meet you.” “Kim,” he repeated, like he was trying it for size. “So, are you new to St. Bellamy’s?” “Yeah. Freshman,” I replied. “You?” He grinned, showing perfect teeth. “Same. Though technically, my dad wanted me to go to Stanford, but I needed a break from legacy pressure. Thought I’d try something... unexpected.”

Alexander asked, still seemingly unfazed by his brush with injury. "Mr. Maxwell is a client of mine," I explained, finally finding my voice. "He... he hired me to design a project for him." Jackson smiled, and for a moment, the resemblance to Kyle was so acute it stole my breath again. "Please, call me Jackson," he said, extending his hand to Alexander. "And what's your name, young mountaineer?" "I'm Alexander James Williams," my son announced proudly, shaking the offered hand with surprising formality. "And that's my brother Ethan Edward Williams. We're twins. And that's our dog Gas. He's not a twin."

“There’s really no need. I’m just the messenger.” He didn’t seem to care about that. He leaned against the desk, his attention briefly shifting to the folder before finally returning to me. “I’m Alexander Bennett,” he said, as if I didn’t already know. His voice was calm now, though still layered with the authority of someone who rarely had to explain himself. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. Outside of work, I have... relationships that involve a certain level of trust and control. But I assure you, I keep those matters separate from business.”

The four of us stand up when five extremely large men walk in. “I am Kaden, and this is my cousin Alek. These two here are Brent and Lance.” I say. “Hey, I am Curtis, and this is Venom,” Curtis says. “I am Quade, and this is Zion. I am assuming you know Chaos.” Quade states.