Alexander Pinocchio Novels & Stories

(Am I clear? (Crystal.) I mutter between my teeth. (Good Girl.) He says and lets my chin go. (Can you at least tell me who you are and what do you want?) I say. (My name is Austin and as for what I want, well money of course.) He says and, smirk. (Okay Austin, if money is what you want then give me a phone and I’ll call my mate, he is an alpha and can pay you good as long as you do harm me or our pups.) I say trying to negotiate.

My teeth grind together with enough force to ache, refusing to let him cow us in our own home after everything we have endured to protect it. He mocks our petty attempts to expose his conspiracy, claiming that his lawless empire in the wild lands has already prepared for our retaliation. His voice echoes off the vaulted stone ceiling, booming with a synthesized resonance that rattles the stained-glass windows and fills the hall with a chilling, mocking laughter. "Did you truly believe a few melted statues and a cracked audio stone would unravel centuries of preparation, little alpha?" Mercer taunts, his spectral gaze locking directly onto me with biting contempt.

He’s always been like this, able to see the humor in the simplest and most innocent things, even in the most inappropriate questions. “But he thought it was funny,” Thorne retorts, looking at me with that childlike look of triumph, which only causes my attempt at seriousness to crumble. Before I can think of a response, my son turns to Alexander, his eyes sparkling with curiosity. “Do you want to come in and watch cartoons with us? There’s a character who has the same scar as you. But he has it because he fought against scary, giant sea monsters. Did you fight against giant sea monsters?” he asks, his eyebrows raised, as if he were facing a real hero.

Jack walked over to the bed and she followed slowly. Up close, she could see the younger version of Jack. Alexander was drop dead gorgeous, he was beautiful in fact. Long eyelashes caressed the lids, a long, pointed nose and small, full lips. No doubt he would be the center of attention of women. " Uh... Alex is... a bit sick, just so you know " He said quietly, looking uneasy. " Sick? How do you mean? " She probed. " Uh... He was involved in a big, terrible accident 3 years back and had not been himself since then ".

As long as he saw Anna, he knew that he would be happy as there was milk and play. But today, when he saw his mother again, she actually did not react at all. Just now, when Alex pinched her face, it was because he wanted his mother’s milk. He thought that she was sleeping, so he wanted to pinch her awake. Alas, even after a long time of pinching, she did not react at all. Alex was angry and anxious. His little hands landed on top of Anna’s shoulders. He wanted to shake her awake, but his strength was not enough at all. He could only smack and smack, his strength so little that it was practically insignificant.

he said, trying to scare me. I gasped dramatically "You scared me!" He laughed "I got you, didn't I?" "Yes, you did honey" I ruffled his hair "You're so smart" "Mom! That's one of my toys!" he said, pointing to the pin. "Where did you get it?". I couldn't remember buying anything of the sort for him. He shrugged "I don't know" I handed it to him "Here you go, buddy." Alex took the pin and ran off, leaving me standing there, staring at the spot where I had found it. My wolf stirred inside me. She whispered something about Kylian being close by. I shut her out in my mind. That couldn't be possible.

There is no rogue White Forest behaviour to be reprimanded. Alpha Romanov realised he was now sat down in a large brown leather chair, holding his breath. The emotion at hearing from Alexander for the first time in three years shook him like a fallen tree. Alexander had not lost his princely stature and descended into the life of a rogue as he had feared. More importantly he was definitely alive, a fact he had always assumed but never dared have confirmed

He was so gentle yet demanding till I lost the battle and allowed him to take my lips with his toe curling kisses, he kissed me so greedily till I felt a thick and round flesh poking my stomach. “Mmmmmnn” I moaned and he stopped. “Are you still alive ? Why are you not dead?” He asked , whispering the words around my ears which made it tingle with sensations. *Pinch pinch pinch* Alexander painfully pinched my arms out of the blue. “Ouch! Why did you pinch me? Do you have a fetish of having sex with people before you kill them?” I shouted while pushing him off my chest with both of my hands. He stood up and pulled me up with only one hand. He put the gun he was holding behind the brief he was

and he, powerful, formidable Alexander Langston, came every time. This morning it was the toy. A doll stroller with one crooked wheel sat in the middle of the living room. Sophie stood over it with hands on her hips, brow furrowed in exaggerated seriousness. “Alexander, fix it. It’s broken,” she commanded, pointing at the wheel like a general ordering her soldier.

I say, slowly moving towards him, he smiles lowering the gun putting it by his side. "See I knew you'd finally come to your senses, now don't worry I won't hold his over your head, I know it was these horrible people again" he smiles, as I get closer I see a man slowly walking behind Anthony, looking closer I realise it's ink! "When we get home we'll start decorating for Christmas, you'll like that won't you Ameli-" he smiles, but before he could finish his sentence he's smacked around the head with something, he immediately drops to the floor while my arm is grabbed and I'm pulled backwards.