Alexander Kent Author Novels & Stories

She hadn’t planned to rattle him, but seeing Alexander Knight unsettled and uneasy was most satisfying. Then another notification buzzed. A new message, from Gary Wolfe. “Anna, I went through the files you sent me. Are you certain you want to keep digging? This isn’t just a paper trail…it’s a labyrinth, as deep and dangerous as the catacombs beneath Paris.” Her breath caught. Fingers shaking, she typed back: 100%. Seconds later, the first message appeared. His name was David Kent. Age 28. Was a Junior accountant at Knight Enterprises. He is dead.

"I'm done with the letter K. There are... lots of letters in the alphabet." Kenzie laughed and nearly snorted at her husband's reaction. She asked, "What is wrong with the letter K? There are still so many out there? Kent, remember?" "My son is not superman," Andrew remarked. "And Clark Kent was an alien. My son is a Kentworthy." All the more, Kenzie fell into a set of laughter, hearing how her husband made his defense. She said, "Funny how it spells the same at the start." "Come on, Kenzie. You can't win all the time," he pointed out as he climbed on the bed, ready to go to sleep.

Alexandra plugs in her earphone, immediately she gets into her room. Staring into the space, she lets out a small sign. The unhappiness she felt was within. And she especially blamed Raphael for being the actual cause. Most times she wished he could just disappear from there life. Immediately she sees Kenzy walk in, she removes her earphones gently. "Hey!" Karis calls out calmly. "Be trespassing into my room," Alexandra says casually. Meanwhile, Kenzy just joins her on the bed.

“Okay, so I went to drop Keon, I saw him and another time, I went out with Mr Brown, turns out he and Mr Brown are friends and he recognised me. So, I went to pick Keon again and he saw me and offered to take me home” Alexa said and went silent. There was a stillness in the room, Caroline and Vivienne’s eyes fixed on Alexa like they were waiting to hear more. Alexa’s eyes dashed from one to another “What?... That’s all” she said, flipping her brunette hair. “Hmmmm… From what I know about him on social media, Gomez Kent is not the kind to just pick up a girl… he avoids most girls…” Vivienne said. “I think he has been watching you and he likes you, so he stayed there to meet you drop Keon” Car

Third Person Point of View: “What the fuck is this?” Viktor asked, frowning at the sight of the men carrying the crate. The men brought in the boxes that were arriving from nearby families who were pledging their loyalty to Esteban, and this in specific was for Viktor. “It came to you, from Alexei Aslanov” one of the men said, looking down at his feet, avoiding his and the Alpha’s eyes. They knew the punishment for trying to do so, and each one of them wanted to keep that head of his over his shoulders.

Alexa thought of her siblings again contemplating to go back this time around She had continued her journey promising to come back when things had calmed down. In the meantime, she could be sending them gifts for her little siblings through travellers. She had stepped on something sharp which brought her back to reality. Here she was making plans when she had no particular destination in mind. She was running, her legs trembling from the fear of being caught. Alexa had escaped from the dream every spinster in the kingdom of Cleave had. She had planned to follow her childhood best friend, Dickson to study in the neighboring Kingdom but her father would not hear of it.

The two men stared at him as if to pierce his skin with imaginary laser in their eyes, but Kenziel didn't bulge. "When you're done boring holes in my skin…" He said, fiNally, after silence that stretched between them like eternity. "You either leave or tell why you're here." Alexander cleared his throat, rolling his eyes at Kenziel's words. "I wonder what's in that book." He said, taking few steps closer. "You've been on it for couple of days now, what's it about?"

8 months earlier Alexander Kendrick, the most powerful man in the world of cooperate business, sat in his chair, looking like the king of all he surveyed. Big and brooding and in total command. A mocking half smile covered his lips. His long legs were spread out beneath the desk. “Mr. Petro, we can’t go ahead with the shipment” Alex said quietly.

he remarked. The room held a solitary table in the center, flanked by two chairs facing opposite directions. A smattering of books lay haphazardly upon the table, accompanied by pens. This was Alexander’s personal sanctuary—a haven filled with his cherished collection of literature. Unlike Drake, who reveled in adventures, Alexander’s passion lay in the pursuit of knowledge through reading and research, firmly believing that each day held the promise of new discoveries.

Kent said blinking. "And what does that add to your life?" Axton asked. "A lot Axton. I'm not like you who is an Asexual" Kent said before realizing he did. Axton gave him a deadly glare. "Do you want to die?"