Alexander From Young Hearts Novels & Stories

When Alexander didn't say anything, he continued. "Our near death experience made me realize how life is too short. All my life I had been denying myself happiness. But now I realized that I still wanted to love, and to be loved. I want to spend every single moment, whether it's a happy or a sad one, with the one I love. I want to build memories with you, Alexander. This time, I won't let the Black Clan take my happiness away from me. I will love you and I will live my life with you, until the day I die, till the day we die. And I am sorry-I-it was very rude of me to suspect you and Malo for being accomplices with the Black Clan-"Alexander gasped again and he was about to reply but Ash was q

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.

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….

“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.

He really misses that figure. Hearing Kimbeerly's cries, which he rarely heard, brought Alexander to his senses. He turned his head, looking at Kimbeerly who was averting her eyes with tears that she was trying to cover up from Alexander. Alexander was also hurt by the crying, but for some reason Alexander didn't seem to have the guts just to tell her not to cry. Even with her kindness Kimbeerly still covered up her sadness so Alexander wouldn't see it. How kind she was but her kindness was never reciprocated by Alexander in the slightest. Alexander was useless. Alexander was a coward!

said Alexandra. Alexander , who had been watching the siblings' exchange in silence, decided it was time to chime in. "I can do it." When the four of all turned to stare at him, he continued, "Just because I'm not a normal citizen doesn't mean I don't know about independent things. I live with my own when I am teenager ." "Then , I appreciate it, but you don't have to. I'm sure you have more important things to do than to tutor a nine-year-old," said Alexandra, looking at Alexander in surprise. Why would the Don mafia waste his time tutoring her little brother?