Alexandra Reid Novels & Stories

Staring at the card, he sighed again, reading it slowly. Doreen Walkers. Velvet Vixen. His eyes widened in realization. Velvet Vixen? "You can contact my assistant at any time to pay for the damages." He remembered Alexa's words and he blinked again, looking so shocked. Alexandra was the CEO of Velvet Vixen? *~*~*~ Alexandra removed her heels, holding them with her hands as she rushed into her daughter's ward. "Jade!" She gasped, seeing her daughter sit on the bed, her hands bandaged.

They were watching their kids playing in the yard with the other kids from the neighborhood. “It’s me, Christan.” The sound of his voice made her raise an eyebrow. Her brother-in-law is using her brother’s phone? What’s going on? “What’s up?” She’s not one to ask for irrelevant details. “I might need your help.” She already expected such a thing when she saw Alex’s number. “Go on. What happened? What do you need help with?” “It’s my fiancée. I don’t think I’ve mentioned it to you or to Oliver. Her name’s Alena Reed. You remember her, right?”

A silent tear slips my eyes and I swallow in my cries, my vision blurred, all I see is the pain, all I inhale is the harsh niff of tobacco, yet all I can do is sit here in a disoriented manner like I've just broken a spine and distract my painful thoughts with the sound of the ticking clock on the wall. I sense his presence first, then I see the shadow-like figure of his boots, and then I feel his gaze rest on me. It is an itchy feeling, one of great discomfort, but I try not to pay attention to the racing of my heart, zoning deeply into the slow and steady rhythm of the clocks music. His voice comes out softly, groggily rough but soft with his manner of approach. "Your name girl, your name

She cackled and intentionally stepped on my feet. I groaned in pain and managed to stand up. “Alpha finally dumped her for me, and now she's salty,” Tracy spat out. “Brianna, you have to see her face when he rejected her. What a silly goof!” She hissed. Brianna shrieked excitedly, flashing her hands in the air. “Wow, Lena, you are really done for. You can't keep a man, you lost your mom, and your father couldn't even live long enough to take care of us. You must be bad luck,"

"I don't know but I'm sure all my rivals must be jubilating right now, Lexie." Feeling helpless, she plopped back on a sofa. "I don't know how I'll handle this, Lexie." Alexandra wished she could help her but there was little she could do. Just then, she caught sight of someone on the TV screen and her eyes popped wide. "Vee, turn on the news right now. Do it quickly!" Alexandra was too excited. Veronica frowned. What was on the TV anyway? The news channel was covering an emergency press conference by Reynolds Enterprises.

I paced around her front door, nearly losing my mind, finding no way to contact Rachel. Shit... I punched the wall closest to me, thinking of finding some comfort from my anxiety but nothing helps, it only hurts me this time physically too. I scanned my knuckle that was now bruised, throbbing badly, but at least it helped distract me even for a bit. 'Rachel,' I sighed her name, playing with the bracelet on my wrist. It was a gift from Rachel, and in many ways, it was just a replica of her personality, sweet and quirky and yet mysterious in some way. And for now, this is the only thing close to me that reminds me of her other than the memories I created with her. I touched the bracelet once m

Elle is shifting in her seat. She picks up a tissue from the table and dabs her eye. Sitting across her is a sharp eyed woman in her forties with bright blonde hair and horn rimmed glasses. They’re at a cafe uptown and are seated at a private parlor within. The woman’s name is Alexandra Knowles, one of the most ruthless journalists in the country. With a reputation to fish out gossip from almost anything, Alexandra is feared among the elites. If there isn’t any story, she’ll make one up but she must always get the latest gossip.

The blonde couldn’t help but play with the tip of her hair, almost ruining the stylist’s hard work when Theodore grabbed her fingers and brought her to a stop, long noticing the nervous look on her face. “It’s okay.” He whispered as his fingers gently massaged her cold ones, bringing warmth back to them once again. Alexandra smiled, grateful for having him in her life. Without him, the blonde wasn’t sure what would have happened to her all those years ago. With her resolve strengthened, she breathed in, ready to face the world in her new and powerful light. She is Alexandra Grey, and not just anyone could screw her over. She was going to make sure of that. *******

I can't see her face properly because of the dark shades She looks familiar though Alex smirked as she kept hearing people talking about her. Meet Alex Reynolds a top model and actress in Los Angeles. She's also the younger sister to Ethan Reynolds, Ryan best friend. She paused and removed her glasses gracefully flipping her hair in the process. Wow! It's really her It's miss Alex...Alex Reynolds gosh I can't believe this.... Her smirk increased when she noticed them taking pictures of her. ' that's right take alot of pictures but save some space for later when my date comes ' she thought

Olivia asked staring at Alex, "I'll kill you if you did." "I haven't... yet,” he replied mockingly. “What is…?” "Nothing,” they all answered at once. “Does it have something to do with my virginity?” “What the fuck, Alex ?!” Olivia shout. “Abigail, stop talking for Christ's sake.” “Why the hell are we talking about this?” Mark asked horrified. "Thanks to her grandfather, there's a person behind Abbie,” Alex began to say, "The day I rescued her, some guys in a black SUV came looking for her. Her grandfather sold her to an organized group, the leader is named Nicola Recc.”