Alexander Young Hearts Novels & Stories

Alexander goes to speak but the younger doesn't let him, pushing him again and again, letting all the frustration out. "I thought we were done with this. With this life, with the game, with always winning, always fighting... I thought you said we were done with this life..." Amir whispers, a tear leaking from the corner of his eye as his fists shake and his gaze drops to the ground in defeat. Alexander’s skin itches more, his fingertips burn and blister and beg him to scratch. He feels close to combustion. "This life is everything you wanted; I gave you everything!" He shouts back, dragging the younger's chin up to look at him.

Things were like that. "Well... all the things I've heard about you agree on the women," I inserted the key into the lock. My parents were already home, and they had left the mailbox open. "Apparently you prefer to sleep with girls you're sure won't get attached to you," I turned the key, and raised my other hand to caress his chin with my nails. It was sharp, and tense. He had his eyes locked on mine, and I wished I could read his thoughts at that moment. "Does Jax Jones fear relationships?"

My heart boomed like a bass drum as I watched his handsome face. "This song is dedicated to a very special girl," he said, glancing in my direction before offering me a smile. I wanted to scream with excitement, but I held it back. I just smiled back at him and clapped my hands. "Oh, that's so sweet," Christine commented, but I didn't even bother to look at her. Rexon strummed his guitar and began to sing. His voice was so beautiful, so captivating, I felt like I was being carried away. I closed my eyes, letting his voice wash over me.

“That’s because no matter where we are, no matter what happens next...our hearts will always meet in the same place.” She swallowed, her pulse unsteady. “And where is that?” His blue eyes burned into hers. “With each other.” Elena’s breath hitched. Because it was true. They had fought. They had bled. They had broken. But in the end, their hearts had always found their way back. And now, finally, they were exactly where they were meant to be. The End!

Kylie felt bad for causing trouble for Alex, so she quietly murmured, "Sorry, Mr. Hill. I'll be more careful next time." Alex turned to face her and was about to scold her. But then he paused, his expression thoughtful. "Did Mr. Sinclair say you were working part-time at a nightclub?" Kylie saw the hint of gossip—and something more inappropriate—in his eyes. She quickly responded, "Mr. Hill, I was just working as a regular waitress. Please don't read into it."

She reached out and gently adjusted Daphne's IV, giving a weak but reassuring smile. Daphne's breath caught in her throat as tears welled in her eyes. She was tired—tired of the pain, the fear, the constant uncertainty that seemed to shadow every corner of her life. Staring up at the hospital ceiling, her thoughts drifted to how it had all unravelled so quickly. She had never imagined this for herself being trapped in a cycle of abuse, hiding her exhaustion behind forced smiles, and now lying in a hospital bed, uncertain of her baby’s fate.

He asked, "Emma, what happened? Please tell me. Why is this happening? Whatever it is, we can fix it if you just talk to me." A bitter laugh nearly escaped me. Even now, he clung to his act of innocence. So I looked him straight in the eyes and spoke slowly, making sure every word landed. "Fine. Then, tell me—how did my mother really die? And whose chest is her heart beating in now?" For the first time, true panic flickered across Ryan's face. He fumbled for words, unable to find a single excuse. Finally, he offered the weakest excuse imaginable. "I never wanted your mom to die. She practically raised me. Do you think I wanted that outcome?"

I stuttered as I looked back down at my wrist that now had a heart burned on it. My chest tightened as I stared at the black heart that indicated that someone that I did not deem fit was able to create a bond with me. I rubbed the heart and willed myself not to freak out. I could fight whoever used one of my creations to force a bond with me. No matter how they did it there was no way that it would be stronger than my protection. "Sweetheart." Alexander's voice had me slowly looking up with a forced smile. The soft smile he gave me had me relaxing a bit.

“The elders did not listen. They want our blood, Alexander. They want the twins.” "Let them come," Alexander whispered aloud into the empty fog, his throat feeling like it was lined with broken glass. He tightened his right fist, his raw Lycan claws extending past his knuckles, drawing fresh blood from his own palms. "They will have to tear my heart out of my chest before they ever touch her gates." Suddenly, the heavy silence of the industrial district was shattered by the screech of reinforced tires.

Her chest started heaving up and down heavily as the monitor indicated disturbances in her heartbeat followed by slow beeping sounds simultaneously coming and going. Alexander shot to his feet as he yelled for doctors. His beard was glistened in tears as the man felt fear. Before he could leave to yell for the doctors the girl grasped his hand. He tried to put the oxygen mask back. The girl smiled angelic as a single precious tear fell from her eye and disappeared into her hairline. Squeezing his hand one last time the girl croaked. "H-app-y m-marriage a-aniversary A-lexan-der...."