Alexandra Curran Novels & Stories

Mid-thirties, sharp eyes, a smile that knew how to ask questions without looking like questions. “Alex Sterling, Ariana Cross,” she said. “I’m Lena Moore. Thank you for agreeing to this.” Agreeing? Like we’d chosen this freely. We sat down on the chair which she gestured to. Alex moved slightly toward me while his PR team hovered just outside the glass walls, they were visible but silent. Lena clicked her recorder on. “Let’s start simply,” she said. “People want to know how this began.” Alex looked at me, tell me to go ahead. It was a permission.

Do I have dementia? “Oh dear, you look confused.” She says as she laughs a little, “Come with me, I feel like I should introduce you to some people.” She says and I blindly follow her. Too confused to know what’s going on. “This is Gwen, Harry, Marie, Penelope, Daphne, Kyle, Daryl, Juliette, Sarah, Seb, Ron, Terry and of course Dave.” My eyes widen when I realize what is happening. Oh. My. God.

, her smile faint."Ancestor?" Xandra's brows were furrowed in a frown.She was confused."Oh and please, do not dare to call me a grandma. I am too young for that," said the lady.Seeing Xandra's unbelievably astonished face, she smiled at her cat and spoke, "See, Curella. The girl is still confused. Time for a little storytelling. Isn't it?"And the cat meowed."My name is Katrina Katz. I am your great grandmother's grandmother.""Yea, that I understood. But how are you alive?" Xandra asked unaware and the lady laughed hysterically."Witches don't have to die," she exclaimed."Witch? This is the 21st century..." Xandra spoke, her face was like she was about to burst into laughter."This is no joke,

He held on to my right shoulder, so I turned to face him. "Will you take your hand off my shoulder or I'll turn you into a mouse?" I raised my left eyebrow, glaring at his cold yet undeniably handsome face. "Whoops!" He immediately took his hand off my shoulder. "You two! What are you waiting for?" The guard on the table called us. He's looking at me from head to toe right now. I quickly walk towards him and say, "My name is Alenna Delevigne from the city of Nalaknabak. I'm a..."

with that she ends the call and her full attention is now on me accompanied with a bright smile as she greets me with what is supposed to be a soothing voice "Alexa! " I have to admit, she's beautiful. Her perfectly curled strawberry blonde hair stopping mid back around her smallish frame, expensive looking designer dress and pumps giving her the classy business like look but the intense depths of blue of her eyes scream 'innocent devil ' "Its good to see you " well, i can't say the same for you. "I'm Brittany, we've met before on rather bad terms i suppose " you can say that again. I remember coming home that night to a very disturbing scene in the living room between her and a certain some

They turned to see tall, beautiful dark haired woman standing a few feet away with a smirk on her face. Leah had to admit. She felt a momentary bit of jealousy upon first seeing the woman. The woman looked graceful and elegant. Leah felt almost homely compared to this woman, and the smirk on the woman’s face didn’t make things any better. Leah almost felt like smacking the smirk right off her face. Was this bitch one of Ray’s ex-lovers? She wouldn’t be surprised. After all, Ray was a very handsome and sexy man. He had no doubt had many past lovers to satisfy his needs. He was a wolf after all. Wolves have been rumored to have a very high sex drive.

I called Elijah, my tech guy. “what?” he groaned. I rolled my eyes. “find me David from the college” I hear him type somethings and shuffle around. “there are 50 David’s, which one?” “streamline to psychology’ “about 5 of them” “send me all their pictures and names via email, I’m waiting” the images popped into my email and I printed all of them out. I took the pictures back to Camila and asked her to point out which one was her David. She was hesitant but after some persuasion she pointed at David O’Connor. I pecked her forehead and walked out of the room to make a phone call. I called the vice-chancellor of the college.

Biting my lip in concentration. "I think I'm done," I say, his face is outstanding better already. Patching itself together as though nothing happened. He doesn't move, "you're beautiful." I flush. Looking down and picking at my cracked nails. "Stop." Chris merely smiles, "You are Andrea. And I'm going to remind you every chance I get." I fumble to words, to any response. I've never considered myself beautiful. My almost platinum blonde hair was weirdly natural and my blue eyes where so light they sometimes seemed to reflect clouds. But beautiful? No.

Perhaps he would have agreed if he had known what a cruel and complicated trap he had fallen into. If the same situation happened today, Magdalena would still kill Alex. She was deeply resentful toward him. Yet she had admitted to herself many times that she had never loved anyone the way she had loved him. And love was exactly what Magdalena still wanted. She was still a young woman, not yet forty, full of life and energy. She walked slowly down the long corridor, looking around with great interest. The walls were beautifully painted. Waiting chairs stood every few meters, and people sat quietly and patiently waiting for their turn.

Marian wrapped her arm around Alexandra and said, “Why don’t we get you a cup of tea and let them rest till morning.” Alexandra shook her head yes, but before she left the room, she looked at me and said, “Thank you for taking care of my baby girl.” I didn’t know what to say so I just nodded my head as they walked out of the room. Emma then approached me and asked, “Is there anything you need me to do to help?” “Shawn is trying to prepare housing for the Hell Hounds and their families we just freed. If you could find him and help, I would appreciate it.” I tell her and she nods her head and walks out the door shutting it behind her.