Alexander Young Hearts Novels & Stories

"Just promise me you'll take care of yourself, okay? And. well, I know this is probably the last thing on your mind, but NJ, you know I can't stop myself from asking, have you thought of the possibility of, maybe ……. this working out? Maybe this will be something more, you never know. Noah's eyes grew wide, and she could almost hear Mia's mischievous grin right over the phone. "Mia!” she breathed, shocked with an undercurrent of amusement. "Absolutely not. My heart still belongs to Anthony, you know that, and that's not happening, we both have people in our lives that we obviously care about.

My heart bled as I scanned the area. Cobwebs filled the place. All sorts of weapons—knives, hatchets, guns—the deadliest arsenal, were hung around me. The chilling scent of death hovered in the room. Then, I heard footsteps approaching. My heart sank into a river of endless pain and turmoil. A thunderous clap filled the air, a symphony of terrifying melody—the kind that could kill even before the attack was launched. I was speechless as I saw Alexander reveal himself from the shadows. He had grown bigger. His hair was coiled. His eyes were dark blue, but deep inside those eyes was hate, rage, and death. He felt like the devil himself.

She looked at their young faces, realizing they must all be about 18- 19___, high school students. Her eyes settled on the couple beside her, capturing a male with a head full of short brown hair, long nose, full lips~ he was the kind of guy that could only be described as handsome. Looking like he could occupy a front page in a magazine. While sitting beside him, smiling coyly, was a delicate-looking young girl with waist-length black hair and bright eyes. The two indeed looked really good. However, Scarlet felt like something wasn't right... 'Fateball,' She called in her mind. Having gotten used to reading numerous transmigration books, Scarlet needed no teacher to tell her Fateball had a

She finally said it, her voice cracking as tears slipped down her cheeks. Seeing her like this stirred something deep inside him. A sharp ache tightened in his chest. Alexander slowly released her hands and stepped back as she continued speaking through quiet sobs. Memories suddenly flooded back into his mind. A young girl, about five years old, sitting on the roadside. Crying uncontrollably beside an injured boy who looked no older than eight. Alexander suddenly clenched his chest. His breathing became uneven. What was happening to him? Beads of sweat formed on his forehead as the pain became unbearable.

My heart skipped a beat, my tears moist right then. I dropped to a crouch and held him, pressing my ear against his chest again. I could hear his heartbeat, thumping powerfully through his thin shirt. It was such a familiar sensation. It was Stan's heartbeat. As I closed my eyes, my tears flowed ever so quietly. We stayed like that for a while, and as I wiped my tears, I held Nathan firmly in my arms once more. "Please live a good life with Stan's heart." - Nathan walked with me to the gates of the orphanage, but I never once turned to look at him again.

"Thank you for staying by my side. Thank you for accepting everything about me. Thank you... for loving me." "I love you too." I leaned into his embrace, listening to the steady beat of his heart. "Whether you are a lost werewolf doing chores in my apartment, or the Alpha King standing above all, you're the only one I love. The one and only."

she says, amusement dripping from her voice. “You are enjoying this way too much,” I say. “I love a good mystery.” "I prefer mysteries that don't involve me," I mutter, letting her pull me through the crowd anyway. When we stop at the velvet rope... My heart drops. When he sees me, he grins. Alexander Young. Alpha of the Red River Pack. Every instinct in my body screams that this isn't a coincidence. The bouncer moves the rope aside. But I'm frozen in place. Tati gently nudges me forward into the VIP section.

staggered slightly, catching himself before falling. “It’s all of them,” he whispered. “Every message, every voice, every choice they tried to bury.” Lena stepped closer, eyes wide as she looked into the expanding grid. “This is what they were afraid of,” she said. “Not the Heart itself—the connection it creates.” Adrian nodded, feeling the truth of it pulse through his veins. The Heart wasn’t just a piece of technology. It was alive in a way no machine should be. It didn’t store data; it remembered. It carried echoes of intention, emotion, history. And now, it was showing them everything. The lights around them shifted, coalescing into shapes—faces, moments, fragments of the world outside.

For a while, she couldn't speak, only a broken, whisper of a voice escaped her: "There's life in me... when I thought I was dying..." Lennox's fingers gently wrapped around her belly, and he rested his forehead on her chest, as if he too wanted to lose himself in that heartbeat. "It's the most beautiful sound I've ever heard," he whispered. "And not just because it's alive... but because it's alive because of you." The machine continued its rhythm, the heartbeat filling the room. There was no other sound—and none was needed. That small thump said everything words never could. Sloane's tears flowed silently. Not from pain. Not from fear. From wonder.

Alexander is different. I notice it the way a mother notices things about her children. The small shifts in energy. The way he's moving through the world with a different kind of attention. The way he's smiling at something that nobody else can see. He's eighteen. He's in his first year of university studying psychology. He's becoming the person he set out to become. But something else has shifted too. Something that has nothing to do with academics or career paths and everything to do with the heart.