Alexander From Young Hearts Novels & Stories

“Because I can’t keep pretending I don’t care. Not about the trial. Not about you.” My heart did that dangerous lurch again. I stared at him, at the faint crease between his brows, the stubborn set of his mouth. This was Alexander, the man who always held his cards close, the man who never admitted weakness. And here he was, giving me pieces I wasn’t sure I could hold. “I don’t know if I can do this again,” I whispered.

Damien will come, but he’s angry. Her reply came almost instantly: I’m sorry. I love you. We’ll get through it. Alexander stared at the screen, chest tight, and let out a slow breath

That too childish for me. "Chill, you're weird Stella. What had happened to you?" 'I am in love with a committed man.' Damn, if only I can tell that but I can't. He can never handle it for sure. "Nothing. Except for the color of my hair." I joked and right after, I heard his laugh. Among us three, Alexander is the one who get hurt easily but at the same time has the kindest heart and a full package of happiness within his self. He is so full to the point where, we find the courage towards him.

“I know. But I’ll be honest with you. I think that this whole mess between you and Alexander was bound to reach its peak at some point.” I stepped back to wipe the corners of my eyes. “Really?” “Oh, yes. There was too much that had gone unsaid between the two of you and it needed to come out,” she explained. “Alexander, as you’ve well uncovered, is an insanely difficult man at times. But underneath that stoney mask is someone with a very big heart.” “I don’t know what to make of him,” I said. “Every time I think we’re making progress, there’s something that happens which immediately causes us to take several steps back...I saw him last night. We spoke.”

I pressed my palm to my chest, as if my heart were trying to escape. “She cried,” I said frantically. “I heard her cry and then they took her and then they said—” “They said what Damian paid them to say,” Alex replied quietly. I shook my head violently. “No. No, no, no—” “Elena,” he said firmly, gripping my wrist. “Look at me.” I did. His eyes were wet. Alexander Hart did not cry. “She’s alive,” he said. “She’s healthy. She’s three years old.”

Felix commented, his tone disapproving. “I will change her with my love,” Alexander said, sipping his drink thoughtfully. “With your love? Have you fallen for her? But it’s surprising to see the great Alexander, who has all the girls at his beck and call, in love,” Felix mocked. “I’m not interested in those girls anymore. I’ve found the one my heart yearns for,” Alexander confessed, his eyes reflecting his sincerity. “ I heard that you guys fought, I believe she won’t accept you” Felix giggled.

Alexander may not be Xavier but she knew he could be just as bad if he wanted to. "It must have been," Alexander scooted closer to Annie, gently placing his hand on hers. "Please tell me, if it's anything I can help with I will do anything in my power to help you. I'd go to the end of the earth if it would make you happy." Alexander sounded so soft, so delicate, so senser that Annie's heart soured high above the normal, healthy heart rate. Annie wasn't sure what to say, she wasn't ready to tell him she loved him. She couldn't confess with all her fears looming over her head.

Alexander was on the second demon before he had dropped the heart of the first one. The creature screamed his defiance, lashing out, but was far too late. Alexander had taken his heart and whirled away, even as bolt after bolt of jagged lightning beat at the earth, incinerating the two bodies and their tainted hearts. It happened so quickly, Miah was unable to comprehend how Alexander had done it. There was no thought, no plan in his mind that she could read, not even a communication between the twin brothers, yet even as Alexander had used Luther as a distraction, so had Luther used Alexander. He had attacked the largest of the undead while it was gaping in horror at Alexander.

He thrust his hand into the chest of the Leader and ripped out his heart, hands bloodied as the organ beat in his palm. The leader slumped, stunned. Adrian turned and pounded on the door twice before tossing the organ to the side. The guards opened it instantly. “Clean this up.” He stepped out without a single glance back and the guards stared in horror at the scene in the prison room. The moment he re-entered the torch-lit hallway, Rowan, Cade, and three Silverthorne elders were waiting. Tension vibrated off all of them. Elder Bran spoke first. “Alpha, what have you discovered?”

~Third person~ Alexander sat back in his chair, combat boots kicked up on his desk, scattering papers to the floor. He crossed his arms behind his head as he closed his eyes, Grace’s face appearing in his mind. He’d never met a woman like her. Her boldness, her feistiness… It impressed him, really. Alexander recognised her from news headlines that frequently reported on her infertility and what that could mean for the Nightshade Pack, so he had assumed that someone in her position would be desperate enough to steal his nephew, Leo. It just made sense.