Alexander Wennberg Booktok Novels & Stories

LOG_01_EARLY_DOUBTS “The thing about Alexander,” past‑me went on, “is that he’s very good at sounding right. Even when you know he’s wrong. He wraps his ego in language about ‘access’ and ‘healing’ and ‘national security’ until you start to wonder if you’re just… too emotional to understand the genius.” She snorted.

And I get to look like the ungrateful, dramatic girl too stubborn to accept help for her child. “He’s good,” I whispered. “He’s ruthless,” Alex corrected. “There’s a difference.” I opened social media again — I shouldn’t have — but curiosity was a drug. Top trend: #MayaCollins Second trend: #50MillionChoice Third: #IntegrityOrInsanity Then another: #RichardStoneSaint I wanted to scream. Instead, I stared at the tiny line of my mother’s heart rhythm on the monitor. Steady. Fragile. “He’s spinning a story,” Alex said, “and the world loves a martyr billionaire.”

The book seemed to deliver that statement into my head. "Lena's weakness is Xander, and Xander's flaw is Lena. Once they divide, the other won't be able to stand a thousand demons attacking... That's the only way to destroy Lena. " He added, with croaky laughter, while I exhaled heavily, waiting for what next would happen.

"Only your dignity, Alaina. But don't worry, I caught you before you face-planted into your own puke. And that's why you're in that shirt.” “But—” “You changed by yourself, don't worry. I'm not that invested.” He walked over to a nearby bookshelf and pulled out a small camera. "I have some great photos of you doing karaoke, too." I groaned, my head in my hands. "This is a nightmare." Alexander mocked sympathetic. Aww, poor Alaina. You're so cute when you're hungover." He walked over to me and playfully ruffled my hair. "Come on, drink up and I'll tell you all about your pole-dancing aspirations."

I'm all natural glow and collagen. [Chloe: Alex told me last night that sleeping with you is like doing taxes. Boring, mandatory, and he dreads it all year. He says he only feels alive when he's with me.] Every message was more vicious than the last. But the one that finally broke Alexander was sent the night before I left. [Chloe: Leo and Mia both told me that I smell like flowers, and you smell like a deep fryer. They said they want to throw up when you hug them because you reek of grease. Alex laughed and agreed with them. He said you smell like 'the help.']

Later that afternoon, Alexander appeared on a global business news panel — scheduled before Sophie’s broadcast went viral. The host smiled too politely. And the trap snapped. “So, Alexander,” she said sweetly. “What does it feel like to be romantically involved with the woman destabilizing the aid sector?” The panel chuckled. Alexander froze for a second. Then leaned in. “Well, it feels like I’m dating someone brave enough to expose what you all profited from for years.” Silence. He smiled. “And while we’re asking questions — how much of your ad revenue last year came from BelleTech-owned holdings?”

said Aiden, making me gasp. “You are driving me crazy ! And the shower is still running “ I said which made him to stand up “I wasn’t done taking my bath when I heard Alexander crying , I can’t bare the thoughts of anything happening to any of you” he said “Don’t worry, we are going to be fine” I replied while walking gently towards the cradle to lay Alexander down and also make sure that Annabelle is doing alright. I picked up the smut book that fell to the ground and climbed the bed before I started reading while sipping on my blood supplement. I sip on it more after breastfeeding my babies.

(and definitely text Blake). I sat on the balcony, legs dangling over the lounge chair, looking out at the city lights. The door slid open. Alexander walked out. He had ditched the dress shirt for a t-shirt, and he held two glasses of wine. “You survived,” I said, taking the glass he offered. “Barely,” he sat down next to me. “Teenagers are exhausting. They have too much energy. And they use words I don’t understand.” “You did great,” I said, leaning my head on his shoulder. “The brushes… that was perfect, Alex. You didn’t give her something flashy. You gave her something that mattered.”

So, just as the story was about to delve into a passionate moment between Antonio and his love interest, Daniela, my phone was interrupted by a W******p message from Alex. The message was written in capital letters and bold text, accompanied by terrified emojis. "HEEEEELP!!! HELP ME, PLS, HE WANT TO KILL ME.‼️❕ � The urgency and fear in Alex's message jolted me. I couldn't fathom what could be wrong. I hastily set my book aside and attempted to respond, asking him what was happening. Simultaneously, I noticed that he was trying to video call me.

she said and hung the call "what have I done to deserve this kind of Torment?" I asked loudly Alexander’s POV I couldn’t take my head off the fact that Alexia wants to hang out with me in one of the most remote places in New York, why would she even choose a place like that or does she intend to kidnap me and force Bella to leave my life and her company for good?. So many thoughts ran through my head as I smoked my weed and puffed it out like a chain smoker, I kept thinking hard when my phone rang