Alexandria Wilde Novels & Stories

The door opened and Lily, the maid smiled gently at the invited guest of Amelia. "You must be madam Tara. We've been expecting. The young madam is waiting in the living room" the maid said politely. Tara squinted her eyes, feeling suspicious of the maid. While Tara was talking with Amelia on the phone, she had imagined extreme circumstances that she would find Amelia in. Tara had imagined Amelia getting bullied by the servants. She had also imagined that the servants would have no respect for her whatsoever because she was not from a prominent family. Tara faked a smile and walked into the mansion.

With Alexis' eyes being different, hazel, and Adrian's belief in the fact that Alexis had been possessed by the spirit of Alexandra. “That's all that has happened… and I feel like I'm even more of a failure in protecting Alexis.” Adrian muttered ending his story to Serina there. Serina was silent and began to digest what Adrian said there. “I seem to have heard an old legend that says that the first female vampire hunter in 1840, named Alexandra H. Wilson, was found dead in a gruesome way when she managed to kill many evil vampires at that time. Is it the same Alexandra that you already said about, Adrian?” Serina asked with that curious look clearly visible in her eyes right now.

I see a helpless young girl trying so hard to hide her fears but I can see it in his eyes that he can see it, and when he looks down at my shaking feet, I can tell that he does, as a matter of fact know that he got me right where he wanted me when he spoke those words. 'Why would anyone want me dead?' 'And who the fuck is his sister?' 'Who the bloody fuck is he even?' "But we can avoid all of that from happening!" His enthusiasm is not appreciated at the moment but the mischievous glimmer in his eyes as he blurts out those words is like one of a child who was just given a basket of candies "And all you have to do Alexandra is make a call to daddy and tell him to get ten million in clean cash

So she could have the man she loved in her life. Lindsey killed her mate and left him in the territory of the werewolves. So the werewolves would be blamed. She fooled Queen Victoria with her crocodile tears so she could get out of the palace. Queen Victoria allowed Lindsey to take some time out of the palace and the kingdom. But she never knew that Queen Victoria was not a foolish woman. She was smarter than the others thought of her. "Oh yeah! I totally forgot about it. Your mate was murdered by a bunch of wolves. He saved your life and the werewolves killed him right in front of your eyes. It happened a year ago, right, Alexander?" Queen Victoria asked in a sarcastic tone while glaring at

Alexa thought of her siblings again contemplating to go back this time around She had continued her journey promising to come back when things had calmed down. In the meantime, she could be sending them gifts for her little siblings through travellers. She had stepped on something sharp which brought her back to reality. Here she was making plans when she had no particular destination in mind. She was running, her legs trembling from the fear of being caught. Alexa had escaped from the dream every spinster in the kingdom of Cleave had. She had planned to follow her childhood best friend, Dickson to study in the neighboring Kingdom but her father would not hear of it.

"That’s a long story, Mrs. Helen, for now, I’ll have the butler prepare a room for you, please teach her everything she needs to know." Mrs. Helen nodded, but just as she was about to stand, her eyes fell on Alexandra’s wrist, she looked surprised, "This….." Alexandra followed her gaze and lifted her wrist. "Oh, this? It’s my birthmark." Mrs. Helen’s fingers trembled slightly as she brushed the mark with her fingertips. "The moon… A birthmark in the shape of a crescent moon…" Alexandra nodded with a surprised face, "Is something wrong?"

Most of them hadn’t attended the Laurent family's gathering and were now hanging on Hugo’s every word, sipping their cocktails with widened eyes. Hugo swirled the amber liquor in his glass, leaning back smugly. "I don’t know anything else about that woman, but I’ll give her this—suing Madam Vanderbilt took guts. Turns out Alexander’s wife is hiding a tigress beneath all that meekness." Another round of laughter exploded, a few even choking on their drinks. One guy wiped tears from his eyes, gasping, "So what does she look like?" Hugo hesitated, searching for words. After a beat, he sighed dramatically and muttered, "Barely human."

Unpredictability could be dangerous. She turned back to the bleak garden, the weight of the castle, the title, the terrible fate, pressing down on her. She was Vivian Ashworth, the villainess. Prince Alexander arrived tomorrow. Her brother was plotting. The heroine was nearby. And she had no idea what schemes were already in play.

The moment Victoria stepped away to speak with the caterers, the wolves at the table immediately closed in. ​"So, you're the mystery girl who managed to lock down Alexander Ray," a woman named Genevieve murmured, swirling her champagne. She was a prominent New York oil heiress, her eyes scanning my dress with an analytical, judgmental glare. "We were all utterly shocked in Manhattan. Alex has spent the last decade being entirely untouchable." ​"He just needed the right reason to settle," I replied smoothly, taking a slow sip of my water, keeping my composure flawlessly relaxed.

It lacked the cunning of a true wolf. Klein, his patience appearing to snap, hissed through bared teeth. “Enough. Drag her away.” The servant’s terror peaked. “I speak the truth! I know what my eyes caught,” she cried. “Princess Victoria was by the Black-Water, and a shadow rushed from the brush and cast her in. I could not see the face because I was downwind, but the dress was identical to the one that lady wears now!” She added desperately, “If it was not her, then another wolf has stolen her skin!”