Alexandra Novels & Stories

He asked to which she replied "Not yet Ethan, but I'm getting to the good part, now shut up, quit whining like a baby, and let me read in peace," She lifted her gaze for a second to throw a mockery glare. Alexandra, twenty years old, an aspiring journalist was the only child of Mr. and Mrs. Oliver, the owner of the bookshop where she worked part-time as the store manager and the brown-haired man, Ethan as her assistant. "You know, you could pick up a book to pass the time, instead of flirting with every girl that walks into the store," She said raising a brow

She texted Heather and Alicia: “It’s official. I’m a Cannibal. Hope you’re ready to join me.” Heather replied instantly: “Wouldn’t miss it for the world. Let’s tear it up.” Alicia’s answer took longer, but finally came: “Still thinking. But proud of you, Lex. Whatever happens, you’re making history.” Alexandra set her phone down and let herself savor the moment. She was a Colorado Cannibal. She was part of something bigger than herself—a movement, a revolution, a leap into the unknown.

Zeke spoke up for the first time since they got there. “ Kaia Moore Maximillian.” “ Did you— “Yes, we did, sweetheart. He was an awesome man,” Ida replied, cutting Alyona off, knowing the question she was going to ask her. “ Thank you,” she mumbled. “ We brought gifts for the baby and her gorgeous mama.” Davina said, breaking the awkward silence in the room. “ Yaaaaay goodies!” Ida announced just as Elon entered the ward. “ Where the goodies at?” he asked as everyone burst into laughter.

It holds the names of the women whos lives I'm going to destroy and Alpha or not I'm fucking terrified. I pick it up and twirl it around in my hand. How can a single sheet of paper feel so heavy? How can a single piece of paper hold such little information and yet hold the power to destroy lives, five of them to be exact. I take a deep breath as my heart pounds inside my chest before finally opening it up and taking in the names as I feel sweat coat my brow. Ava Sinclaire Opal Thomas Holly Smith Jenny Harlow Victoria Jackson

Alexandra replied in a soft voice trying to sound cool. Aurora stared at Alexandra like she had grown a second head. Alexandra was worried that her friend's eyeballs might pop out from how wide she opened them. "What! What do you mean just a dress?" Aurora's voice echoed in the room, her tone showing the disbelief in it. "For your information, that's not just a dress okay, That's a very high fashion piece from La Belleza de la Noche collection," Alexandra was surprised that her friend has knowledge of such high fashion dresses because she knew her friend can't affor

I whispered to Alex, who just chuckled and stood right in front; like that was not enough, he stretched forth his hand. “I'm Alexandra Campbells, and you are?"

"That doesn't interest me anymore." "Alexia..." Scott tried to step closer, but the truth was he didn't even know if he wanted to apologize. "Alexandra. My name is Alexandra Kingsley," she said firmly. "And I'd rather save my words. Think what you want, do what you want—none of it will change what's about to happen." "You're going to let Sebastian Ricci ruin us," he said. "You're going to let him destroy Albert and me because of what we did to you."

“She just needs to stay out of trouble until I finish what I started. At this point, she cannot allow herself to be blinded by whatever she is feeling, feelings that will eventually go away if she just focuses on whatever it is that she has to do.” I stood, pulling on my coat, the fabric brushing against the table as I moved. “Have the men keep an eye on her. She’s clever when she wants to be, but desperation makes even the clever ones stupid. I won’t risk it.” Alexander gave a curt nod. “Understood.” “Good,” I said, turning back toward the fire. “And while you’re at it, I want information.” “On who?” “The Luna,” I replied. “Valerie.”

“Fine.” She bowed and walked off. I battled with myself not to walk into my room. I didn’t know what would happen if I did. My wolf wanted one thing, and my mind told me to do another. I could sense the trouble brewing. Blaze marched back to me, and he looked grim. “Just tell me,” I mumbled. “She’s Alexandra Westwood. She lives in a studio apartment in the River Pack, and she’s in her final year of university.” I ran a hand threw my hair. “Fuck.”

All their eyes turned to me. And then they slid past me, to the woman standing beside the high table. Alexa. The daughter of Alpha Blackwood of Great Britain. She hadn’t changed. Tall, poised, her silver blonde hair braided down her back like a crown. Her gown clung to her in a way that spoke of class and power. Her eyes were purple, sharp and kind in equal measure, and when she saw me, she smiled. Not coy. Not shy. The kind of smile that said she’d been waiting.