Alexander Wennberg Booktok Novels & Stories

He replied almost instantly. Alexander: You know that’s not true. I enjoy every part of your being. My chest tightened. Me: Hmm. Which part exactly? Alexander: Every part. I smirked at my phone. Me: What a diplomatic answer. No wonder you’re a successful entrepreneur. I sat up and glanced toward the kitchen. Me: Anyway, I’m warming up pizza and pairing it with ice cream. Wbu? There was a pause. Alexander: What does “wbu” mean? I laughed out loud.

My exhausted tone and content-but-mildly-bothered expression hopefully sold it. "Oh darling, Alexander isn't part of any such cult. Silly rumors, nothing more. He, as a matter of fact, is against the cult. There's nothing to worry about in the mansion itself, but some rather dangerous vampires want humans on a platter and true war. This place does not welcome that sort. As for not being good enough, I doubt that. He avoided our last pet too. Wholly against the entire concept of the lottery. It's his loss. Me asking him why would be like poking a bear, though."

Her hands high above her head with his hand wrapped around it as ropes, her dress riding up revealing more, his breaths quickens it was a burning mess a complete sauna. "I wanna see you in that wedding dress," Alexander whispered leaving her with goose bumps. "I wanna see your innocence," he whispered once more releasing her. He walked over to the bed lazy and carefree, his hips moving from left to right freely, unbuttoning his shirt button by button. And on the bed he laid, legs spread wide, leaned back, head raised with focused eyes on her and ripped abs peeking through the top of his shirt.

She opened it and blinked in disbelief. He rarely posted anything personal, and when he did, it was almost always about her. His latest post read: [Past, present, future—the only one I like is S.A.] Her initials. Serena Ava. Everyone who knew him—or who had followed their scandalous history—would immediately know who he meant. Certainly not Chiara. Within minutes, the comments section lit up. Hugo was the first to respond: [Are you planning to acquire E.A. Corporation?] Alexander replied curtly beneath it:

"But I sometimes wonder about you, Freckles." "What are you wondering about?" I asked, suddenly feeling nervous. I wondered if he didn't like something about me. "You don't read too much anymore," Alexander muttered, staring intensely at me. Read? I hadn't had time to do that with everything that had been happening. "I haven't had time for that," I sighed sadly. "I haven't been doing a lot of things I love, like knitting..." "Should I tell Martin to bring some books, knitting pins, and wools with him?" Alexander suggested.

Angelica Alex and I had the most beautiful weekend ever, by going to the movies, eating out and having some fun picnic time. I thought laying on my boobs was Alex's new favorite thing but I was wrong cause these days he has gotten addicted to my baby bump like it's some addiction or some that he cannot leave without. Whenever he's lying next to me on the bed his hand is always circled around my tummy,

Alexandra says. She notices Gerald face morph into a small smile. "Alexs. Chris asked me to call you." A third party, interrupt them. Putting a stop to there conversation. Alexandra quickly turns back, only to see a suspicious look on Karis face. Typical of Karis. "We will see before I leave," Gerald says with a calm smile. ________________________🖊 Alexandra is currently in front of the main building listening to WAP by Cardi B ft Megan Thee Stallion. Since the music was released, she couldn't stop herself from listening to it.

Cheryl’s expression turned cold. “Don’t speak of that person.” Alex said, “I’m just trying to say that I’m essentially the same kind of person like your father.” “What do you mean?” “I’m not a very devoted person in a relationship.” “You… what are you trying to say?” Her body trembled slightly, as if she knew what he was about to tell her. Since the conversation had reached this topic, Alex simply opened up with her and said, “You know about Daya Stoermer, right? She’s the endorser of Lush Cosmetics. She had posted an Instagram post a few days ago. Have you seen it?”

he said, stopping me “yes, I tend to be selfish, I want you for myself, and I don’t want to think of the possibility of anyone else touching you. But I don’t want you thinking that hurting you was something that I enjoyed. Hell, if I could deal with you in a different way, a way that you would actually respond to instead of being as aggressive as I’m forced to be sometimes, then I would be. But fucks sake, you tend to find a way to piss me off whenever the two of us are happy together” “Do you believe that me smiling means that I’m happy, Alexei?” I asked, looking down at my lap. I could hear him holding his breath as he listened to what I had to say. My heart raced against my chest as I fou

He paused for a while and then pointed at my book. "Did you like how the Alpha saved the girl from the monsters?" Alexander questioned. I looked at him, eyes wide. "Have you read this before?" I asked. "Yeah, I have." "I didn't know you were into romance novels." I said with curiosity. "Well, I have many hobbies. He chuckled. It was released in my high school year. I didn't know you like old books." He continued. "Old books are better. They know what pure love is..." I said while smiling. This is the first time someone knew what genre of books I love.