Alexander Pinocchio Novels & Stories

I asked as I picked up the tiny navy T-shirt I’d laid out. Alex swung his legs back and forth, his fox dangling from one hand. He nodded again, firmer this time. “The magic man,” he said confidently. I exhaled a quiet huff of amusement. “He’s not a magic man, baby.” “He is,” Alex insisted, pointing a tiny determined finger at me. “You said he saved me." “I said he helped save you,” I corrected gently, “Not that he has magic.” Alex wiggled his arms through the sleeves of the T-shirt as if this was a debate he had practiced. “He gived me the organ,” he said, very matter-of-fact.

“Let’s see just how brave you truly are. I turn away from him and raise my leather flask to the boy’s lips. He takes a small sip of water, grimacing as he lays his head back on the dirt. Clutching one of his arms, it appears red and swollen. I gently run my hand over his elbow, and he groans. If I wrap it tightly before it begins to heal and make a sling, it might provide some relief. First, I retrieve the willow bark from my satchel. “For the pain,” I explain. “They said you were a beauty, but I didn’t realize you were a redhead,” the alpha remarks. “What does that have to do with anything?” “It’s not a hair color you typically see south of the border. Maybe you have ancestors from the Nort

Aleksander apologized, his voice sincere, "I'm sorry." Alina chuckled, her eyes sparkling with amusement, and apologized again. Aleksander hid his pain, trying to appear unfazed by her laughter. He pointed to her neck, his eyes locked on the visible mark. "I did that to you?" Alina's cheeks flushed red as she nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. "Yes, today in the woods. I didn't even notice it until a friend told me." Aleksander's breath was sharp, his hands running through his raven-black hair. "Oh goddess," he muttered, his eyes filled with regret.

Timothy confidently went up and took one of the folded pieces of paper in the glass jar that was on the small coffee table. He held up one finger, and opened both his palms, placing them together. So it was one word and it was a book. Next he pointed to his nose and did a pulling motion. "Pinocchio!!" I yelled at the top of my voice. Timothy curtsied and went back to his seat. "Pffftttt. That was an easy one." Kyle snickered. "No it wasn't!" Timothy argued back. "Quiet you two. Next up is Alex." Beth stopped Timothy and Kyle. "Then it's Prince Phoenix's turn.

Alexander says with a smirk "Seriously Alexander, will you ever change." "Nup baby, I will never change when it's come to you". The End

“Are they... your kids?” Alexander’s eyes widen slightly, a hint of surprise mixed with a warm smile playing on his lips. “Yes, Sophia,” he confirms, his voice filled with a touch of nostalgia. “They’re our kids.” Tyler and Jake, who are standing beside us, look flabbergasted by Alexander’s response, their protective instincts kicking in. They immediately interject, trying to counter what they perceive as nonsense. “That can’t be true! You must be mistaken,” they protest, their voices filled with disbelief.

“Yes the cheesiest one. Like the Dirty Dancing.” I chuckled, walking towards him, taking in the fresh air. “Really? Have you seen Pretty Woman?” He winked at me. “I think I like Frozen.” I laughed, shaking my head. “Have you really watched Frozen?” Alex sat beside me on the mat, leaning against a bean bag. “Of course I have. I even have the Olaf soft toy.” “No way!” I exclaimed in disbelief. Alex nodded, seeming proud of himself. “I hug it when I go to sleep.”

“Ryan Ford and I am the owner of Misquini Group.” “Misquini? You are one of our new branches,” Alexander nodded, pulling out a cigar from his inside pocket and offered one to his son. Mr. Ford laughed proudly, “Yet, I am with the most significant development.” He said with purposedly loud voice, trying to showing it off to Zachary that still didn’t say or express anything to respond it.

Marcus was perched on a high limb, grinning down at him like a mischievous child. "Come down here, you coward!" Hector bellowed. "Never! You cannot catch me, Your Majesty! I am too fast!" "You are a grown man acting like a pup!" "And you are a king chasing me with a sword over a frog!" "It was not just a frog! It was a poisonous frog!" "It was a regular frog! I checked!" Our son, Alexander, appeared at my side. He was the quieter of the twins. Where Alora was a whirlwind of energy and mischief, Alexander was calm and thoughtful. He had his father's eyes and his mother's gentle nature.

Suzy explained, "An hour ago, I received an anonymous call saying that Alexander was kidnapped and held here. Fearing for his safety, I came immediately." The patriarch had no intention of listening to their conversation. His cloudy eyes were fixed on Alexander. The hand holding the cane almost couldn't steady itself due to excitement. "Alexander? You are Alexander? Not Noah?" Although Alexander didn't recognize him, he recognized Anna and Liam, cleverly guessing their identities. He nodded and answered, "My name is Alexander Miller, nicknamed Alex. I'm not Noah." Seeing him admit it, the patriarch's legs trembled with excitement. Step by step, he walked up to Alexander, carefully inspect hi