Alexander Kent Author Novels & Stories

While Alexandra was standing alone, waiting for the main characters of her night to step in, the president of a low ranking company approached her, hand sticking out eagerly for a handshake. “President Grey, pleasure making your acquaintance.” The man in his late fifties quipped. Alexandra eyed his hand skeptically, now a days she was cautious with whom she associated with. After all, she didn’t want to make any more unnecessary enemies. “President Kent, I assume?” She asked while shaking his hand, letting go seconds later. “Pleasure to make your acquaintance.” She politely added. The elderly man grinned sleazily and surveyed her attire. A dark blue gown that ran down to the tip of her heels

Nova wouldn’t approve. The guy steps closer, his eyes darkening. "You must be the infamous Rhydar Kane." I flash him a cold smile. "Depends who's asking." "My name is Alexander," he says. "Son of the alpha of alphas." Wow. I'm shaking in my boots. "So?" I say, cocking a brow. "I have heard a lot about you. You’re a pussy who goes around parading himself to be a predator. People like you disgust me.”

Kent said. “Let me know when, I’m there.” I said. “Everything else is squashed. You okay with that?” Kent asked. My eyes go wide. “You mean that?” “You saved my life, when you could have let me die.” He said. “Why would he have let you die?” Harmony asked. Without missing a beat Kent responded, “Because my ass was being prideful. But I finally see what Alpha Jaxon sees in Tobias. It’s time I start trusting my Alpha and the man that saved me today.”

It simply happened. Ethan was leaving a small boutique bookstore near the academy when he noticed Alexander standing by his black sedan. “Mr. Knight,” Ethan said, as if encountering a billionaire on a sidewalk were the most natural thing in the world. Alexander turned, his expression shifting from neutral focus to immediate attention. “Ethan.” The boy held up a hardback book. “I found patterns in the introductory chapters. Like you said.” Alexander glanced down at the title, then back at the boy’s intent gaze. “Did you.”

Something happened during that week of captivity that has brought me clarity about my life. “I want to talk about the things Caleb shared with me,” I start to say before Alpha Jackson cuts me off. “You can’t take anything he has to say seriously Kate, he was a rogue with a bad history.” I continue, “He had a lot of rage inside of him. There were some things that came to light for me, and I would be more inclined to believe what you are saying, had his name not been excluded from our Pack history books.”

~Dex’s Point of View~ *I can’t tell, what is it,* Kent shouts, as if I won’t hear him over the chaos surrounding us. He kicks at the half burned book and cocks his head to the side. It’s what Dakota lit on fire so it must be significant somehow. Kent squints hard but it's no use, his eyes aren’t made for reading and we’re wasting time. I can’t even tell if it's still readable or not.

I was naked, vulnerable, and completely at his mercy, but I was still the one starting this war. Alexander didn't answer immediately. He let the silence stretch, his gaze growing darker, heavier, and more dangerous. He took a slow step toward the water's edge, his presence suffocating. He stopped, his boot inches from the river. He looked at me, then up at my dress, then back at my eyes. A low, low sound started in his chest—a vibration that wasn't a growl, but a sound of dark, seductive amusement. "You speak of bearing my pups while hiding in a river like a lost cub," he rumbled, his voice wrapping around me like a velvet shroud. "Tell me, Katherine Knight... are you trying to seduce a mons

Visashi tried to make himself busy because he was feeling her thoughts, and from time to time, saw her evil stare. “You heard me Kent!” She broke the silence. “I did,” Kent sighed. “So what are you going to do about it?” She asked him. Kent sighed, “my hands are tied. I have so many upcoming and published writers on my back. I cannot squeeze in her work. She’s not even done with her novel.” “I read a part of it, trust me, its good. I know good when I see good,” Kate said confidently. “There is a process we follow, Kate,” Kent paused and looked at her. “Just because you like her doesn’t mean she’s all that good.”

Visashi tried to make himself busy because he was feeling her thoughts, and from time to time, saw her evil stare. “You heard me Kent!” She broke the silence. “I did,” Kent sighed. “So what are you going to do about it?” She asked him. Kent sighed, “my hands are tied. I have so many upcoming and published writers on my back. I cannot squeeze in her work. She’s not even done with her novel.” “I read a part of it, trust me, its good. I know good when I see good,” Kate said confidently. “There is a process we follow, Kate,” Kent paused and looked at her. “Just because you like her doesn’t mean she’s all that good.”

I making a little pile of those I want to read and put back those which are uninteresting to me, getting excited about my afternoon plans. Overall, I have to admit that I’m…impressed by Kent’s collection. When I first saw the books, I assumed his decorator put them all here as part of the room’s design. But, as I flick through them, I realize that many of them have notes in the same tiny, neat handwriting. He has quite a variety here too – some classics, some military strategy, some contemporary texts and some pieces of fiction of which I’ve never heard. I have to admit, I didn’t think had it in him. I don’t think he’d strike anyone, ever, as a bookworm like me.