Alexander Young Hearts Novels & Stories

She groaned, "fuuuck.. you're wet." I giggled, "I know..." "Are you ready?" Before I could nod my head, all my senses came back and I could hear the song again.. "....My heart beats, for you, girl you know you are the one. Why you mad at me? Girl I know I made mistakes, I know I fucked up. But my heart beats for you baby I'mma go 'head scream it loud. But if you leave there's something I can't control, So let's do it one last time, a fuck for the road......."

Everything we had has been a lie, a whole load of lies. More tears welled up in my eyes, as I stared down at my feet. I clenched my fists, quickly drawing in breaths, hoping the feeling would pass. I felt a sudden ache in my chest and slowly rubbed my chest, trying to ease the ache in my heart and gulped in air once again. It was so hard for me to breathe. I tried to clear my throat but the twisted lump remained drawing my voice together.

Alexander was on the second demon before he had dropped the heart of the first one. The creature screamed his defiance, lashing out, but was far too late. Alexander had taken his heart and whirled away, even as bolt after bolt of jagged lightning beat at the earth, incinerating the two bodies and their tainted hearts. It happened so quickly, Miah was unable to comprehend how Alexander had done it. There was no thought, no plan in his mind that she could read, not even a communication between the twin brothers, yet even as Alexander had used Luther as a distraction, so had Luther used Alexander. He had attacked the largest of the undead while it was gaping in horror at Alexander.

Rose was dressed in a simple white frock in contrast to Jenny's extravagant dressing but nothing can outshine the purity and innocence radiating from Rose. Alexander felt a mysterious feeling in his heart which he couldn't pinpoint what it is? Is it the urge to protect this little bunny? Is it the Love? Ohh come on how can I feel love towards this girl that too at the first sight it all happens only in Novels and Movies... All my life my heart belongs to only one person how much ever innocent and cute this girl looks I don't love her. Then what this mysterious feeling is??? I think it's hatred because of this girl grandpa scolded and threatened me. He prioritized this girl over me she is suc

He’d learned a terrible lesson the day he discovered that Rena was set to marry the Alpha Prince. Yes, he buried his feelings into his work but what Alexander also ended up doing was locking his heart away for good. It counted toward his ruthlessness. It made him capable of being stone-cold when facing difficult decisions. The steel walls he’d placed around his heart were quickly beginning to rust and crumble. The more he uncovered about his own wife, the more he felt like slipping back into his old self. He felt things like sympathy and sadness for the young version of Evelyn who was never shown any sort of acknowledgement. Alexander couldn’t imagine what that feeling must have been like to

who are you talking about? Lucas opened his mouth, struggling to say the name. " You must marry Li--" The heart monitor let out a deafening beep . The line went flat... Vincent froze . His father's hand went limp in his grip. He was gone too. And the name he had been about to say was left incomplete. No no Dad you can't do this to me. Please don't do this to me.. He was a sobbing mess, he couldn't hold his tears as it kept falling...

Inside was a single sheet of matte black paper, the message printed in faint grey type, like a whisper in ink: You’re not the only one watching. You’ve got forty-eight hours before someone decides your past isn’t worth hiding. No signature. No mark. But the phrasing… sharp, precise. It reminded her of the way Leo Knight spoke—only this was colder, less amused. Her mind moved fast—cross-referencing jobs, old contacts, burned clients—but there were too many possibilities. She turned the page over, and a smaller slip of paper fell out. A photograph. Her chest tightened.

The temperature decreases by twenty degrees. The pulse of the heart resonates within the walls (deliberate, yearning). Alexander presses a kiss, to my lips (gentle urgent definitive). Then he moves into the ring of hand imprints. And kneels. “I willingly offer my heart to settle the bet " he declares, voice calm. "Accept me. Spare them.” The ground splits open. Crimson light floods upward resembling a dawn. The heart falls, chains clanging, pounding once (strong). Alexander remains unfazed.

At the bottom of the file, beneath the heading: [Core Donor Transfer Record] A single line of crimson code appeared. Cold. Simple. Terrifying. Recipient of Transplanted Heart — Alexander.

5 G lateral at the top, the blood pooling in the wrong chambers, the arrhythmia that could be triggered by exactly this stress, in exactly this body, his body, Arthie's damaged heart. He had watched Eau Rouge on screens for years, the analysis that was professional interest in extreme physiology, the fascination that was abstract because the drivers were abstract, statistics, probabilities. Now he watched it through the window, the track visible below, the cars that were specks becoming violence becoming beauty, and the speck that was Arthie was specific, particular, the damage that was his to know intimately, to monitor continuously, to fear particularly.