Novel & Cerita Alexander Jongcheveevat

His presence filled the space before he even spoke. “Mrs. Blackthorn,” he said smoothly, his tone refined, charming even. “I hope I’m not intruding. I do intend to come on time when it is meetings like this.” I gestured for him to sit. “Not at all. You have me at a disadvantage, though. I don’t believe we’ve met. And given your scent, I can tell that you are not from here, Alpha.” He smiled, slow and confident, the kind of smile that didn’t quite reach the eyes. “Forgive me. Alpha Lorenzo D’Amaris. But I choose to go by Mr. D’Amaris when it is amongst humans.”

It’s time to call Alexei Petrov, the talented young computer specialist who works for me from my base in London. Alexei, in his early twenties, stands at around 5′10″ with a lean and athletic physique. His short black hair is often in disarray, and his piercing blue eyes constantly scan the room with intense focus. His usual attire consists of skinny jeans, a leather jacket, and combat boots. Intricate tattoos adorn his arms, including a circuit board on his left bicep, showcasing his passion for hacking.

However, Alexander looked completely unfazed, his expression calm and composed as if he had simply done something routine. “Nicholas,” Chloe suddenly called out, her voice deeper than usual as she spoke. “You know she has someone with her that can do that.” Alexander slowly lifted his gaze toward her, his expression immediately turning colder. “Do what?” he asked in a flat, emotionless tone. Chloe let out a faint hiss of annoyance and shook her head slightly, clearly unimpressed by his response. “Chester Villanueva,” she said instead, shifting her attention across the table, “would you please hand over the pitcher of water?”

The group of princesses behind me made a squeal as the young man sauntered out of the crowd into the clearing in the middle of the hall. “Deucalion,” I whispered, looking at the selected prince. I couldn’t see most of him from where I stood, but he had beautiful black hair just like Valerian just longer, reaching almost his waist. He wore a red jacket over a pair of red trousers. He caught my stare, and I instinctively turned back to the announcer. He pulled a parchment from the second box and having already been caught staring at the handsome prince, the thought of having the dance with him was no longer appealing.

I groan internally. My name is Mariah Cruz. I'm 17 years old and starting my junior year today. My Father, Mark Cruz, is the current Beta of our pack, The Royal Moon Pack, and my mother, Jennifer Diaz, is the Beta female. My Brother Josh Cruz is 18 years old and a senior in High School. He is training to become the next Beta when our Alpha, Jason Adams, decides to retire and hand the title to his eldest son, Nick Adams. Nick is 18 and is also a senior in high school. He is also my brother's best friend.

Anything to take the emphasis away from my sheer embarrassment. "I'm Genie". I can't even look him in the eye, let alone believe that he's sitting next to me and talking to me. "Nice name - what's it short for?". "It's Genevieve". I mumble. "Wow, not a name you hear often. I like it! So now we're acquainted can I buy you a drink?". He asks. Reluctantly I agree " Ok, a Guinness would be good. But just to clarify, It's not normally something I would do".

I must have been close to tears because my mom took my hand and said: “he would have been so proud of you; you will live out the dream for both of you.” I give my mom my best reassuring smile and nod. She is speaking of Alec, my boyfriend, well guess he is my ex now. We have been dating for more than 2 years. He died a couple of months ago. He made me this mug when he was teaching himself pottery. He had seen a movie where the guy teaches the girl how to make a pot and they ended up sleeping naked. So, he was determined to teach himself in order to teach me. I laugh at the memory. Alec died in a rogue attack. I could get there in time. Even though the actual warriors usually handled rogue at

The Alpha smiled as he stood up from his seat walking slowly towards me. "I..." I shuttered not knowing what to say seeing the Alpha walk towards me. "Evelyn, no need to bother about formalities, just call me Ethan." The Alpha smiled immediately when he got to me. "I...." I shuttered feeling rather confused wondering why the Alpha was acting rather strangely. Did he fall in love with me at first sight or what the hell was happening?

He held on to my right shoulder, so I turned to face him. "Will you take your hand off my shoulder or I'll turn you into a mouse?" I raised my left eyebrow, glaring at his cold yet undeniably handsome face. "Whoops!" He immediately took his hand off my shoulder. "You two! What are you waiting for?" The guard on the table called us. He's looking at me from head to toe right now. I quickly walk towards him and say, "My name is Alenna Delevigne from the city of Nalaknabak. I'm a..."

His head was shaved bald, and he reeked of weed and alcohol. "Do what you want, mate. But I'm not telling you shit." He scoffed, his voice holding a thick Aussie accent. I made a tsking sound as I shook my head and leaned back in my chair. "Listen, and listen, good, Chris. Can I call you Chris?" I asked as I stood up and leaned down, my nose almost touching his, as I placed my hand on his shoulder.