Alexander From Young Hearts Novels & Stories

He mumbled as he let the water flow down on his body. Brushing off the thought of what happened a while ago, Alexander’s mind wandered to what had happened at the bar and what the young lady had spilt when she got drunk. “She had someone she loves!” He muttered between his breath and the thought of her loving someone made Alexander feel like someone just stabbed his heart with thousands of needles. The young man hurriedly finished his bath when he heard the phone rang, thinking that it was the elder woman who took care of the drunk young lady. Alexander took his towel and wrapped it around his waist, leaving the shower room, water still dripping down on his body.

Alexander took another step towards her and under her chin placed his calloused index finger. He made her look at him and she did. Her eyes were red as if she would break into tears anytime. "I will make efforts to win your heart again," Alexander said with a confident tone. He leaned closer to her lips to kiss her when Anastasia placed her palm between their lips. "My heart hates you, Alex. It always will," she affirmed. "Don't lie to me," Alexander said hoarsely. "Your heart knows what it wants," he proclaimed. "It beats for me just like mine beats for you."

Mack asked, and Alexander nodded and started crying. "Omg! Are you for real now?" Mack laughed before pulling him into a hug. Alexander was like a brother to Marcus. He cherished him most in the world, but Alexander had a problem. He fell in love too easily. "This is the tenth heartbreak this month, Xander," Mack said, and Alexander sniffed in despair. "I just can't help myself," he muttered, bawling like a baby. "I have some news to cheer you up," Mack said, and Alexander immediately sat upright.

“Don’t tell my husband this, but take a couple of decades from me and I will climb that man like a pole. You know what I heard too? He’s a complete gentleman. He actually worked with my Gabriela to make this charity auction happen.” “I didn’t know that,” I mumble. “How come he and Gabriela don’t….” “Oh, no darling.” She laughs. “Gabriela is just twenty. Alexander famously doesn’t date anyone that young.” “Shame too,” Gabriela says wistfully. “He’s hot.” I stare at Alexander from afar. It’s definitely strange that people are trying to get us to go together, but I’m starting to think that maybe I don’t know him as well as I thought….

According to her mother, carton is the only channel suitable for her but she hates it. "How sad" she sobbed, licking her ice cream. She picked up another napkin. She wiped her tear and squeezed it in a corner. "Rose!!" Xander yelled. It startled Rosetta making her ice cream to fall from her hand. "Geez! Alexender!!! You startled me!" She yelled. She sighed and snobbed again. Alexander is the son of Landon and Jennie. "Oh Rose. Your eye are so red and tour cheeks swollen again. Don't tell me you fucking faking tears again. Beside momma told you to stop watching K drama's" He said and shook his head seeing the napkins littering around.

“Don’t tell us you’re still stuck on your ex?” Alexander’s lips curled into a smile, his eyes seeking the crowd as Ophelia’s father raised a toast for his daughter. “Actually,” Alexander said, turning to face the room at large, his voice carrying easily over the music and laughter. “I’m not available. And I’m not looking for a muse or a conquest.” His friend elbowed him in the ribs. “Since when? Alex, stop hiding the goods! Who’s the lucky one?” Alexander’s smile was unflinching, proud. In a clear, resonant voice, loud enough for the crowd to hear, he declared, “I already have a girlfriend. Ophelia.”

My heart bled as I scanned the area. Cobwebs filled the place. All sorts of weapons—knives, hatchets, guns—the deadliest arsenal, were hung around me. The chilling scent of death hovered in the room. Then, I heard footsteps approaching. My heart sank into a river of endless pain and turmoil. A thunderous clap filled the air, a symphony of terrifying melody—the kind that could kill even before the attack was launched. I was speechless as I saw Alexander reveal himself from the shadows. He had grown bigger. His hair was coiled. His eyes were dark blue, but deep inside those eyes was hate, rage, and death. He felt like the devil himself.

My heart hammered inside my chest. “What gift?” I breathed. Before he could answer, a harsh cough shook his entire body. Charles stepped forward immediately, worry flashing in his eyes. “Father, please. Do not push yourself.” But the Alpha King held up his hand in a slow gesture. “Let me speak.” I helped steady him as he caught his breath. He looked at me with eyes that were suddenly sharper, clearer, as if the years fell away for just one moment. “There is something I must tell you,” he said. “Something I should have told you years ago.”

A stupid, naive eighteen-year-old girl who was easily manipulated. "And that's not the best part," Alexander murmurs, kneeling down in front of me. He reaches out, his fingers gently lifting my chin so I have to look at him. His eyes are burning with a strange, dark triumph. "The hit-and-run that killed him?" Alexander whispers, a slow, terrifying smirk spreading across his lips. "It wasn't an accident, Elena. I ordered it."

Willy turned to her and gave her a soft smile. “I-I-I-I revoked my earlier promise and support both Jake and Willy! I don’t want to sleep with a heart heavy with regret so I will go with them.” Alice cried out from her seat. Alexander rolled his eyes at her and smile at her adorably. “I think I will also go with the others, the anxiety of wanting to know what this is all about shouldn’t make us sell our souls to the devil. I have kids, kids that I want the best for and kids that I want to make the world a better place for, the deserve it. Things are happening, very bad things are happening in this world and if there’s something we can do about it for our future generations to benefit, then w