Alexandria Wilde Novels & Stories

This is my mate. “Oh! My poor mate, you will suffer the consequences too. The girl she thought she killed is no mortal. She is the most powerful soul ever to be born.” Antonio stepped back unconsciously with each step Giselle took towards him. He had never seen her furious. Her brown eyes held a strange golden glow as her body glowed. Wisps of energy swirled around her. “She is the daughter of light and justice. Alexandra is no human Antonio. She is an immortal just like you and me. Maybe more than us,” Giselle drawled, her eyes not leaving her mate’s.

“Even in death, she mocks me! Me, the Empress of Ezealyra!” Alexa…Former Empress Alexa. She was a stranger, a nobody who happened to stumble in front of the former Emperor Nikolai during one of his expeditions across the continent. No one knew her origins but the moment Nikolai and Alexa met, they knew they were mates. Nikolai, being a man of his words, brought his mate and her maid along with him.

Martha quietly listened to their conversation and she gasped and covered her mouth when she accidentally pushed one of the container beside them. " Fuck! Mrs. Scott, head down!" Alexis told her through a hush sound. They're both dead if Alexander find out that they followed him. She's in tears when she learned that her husband Alexander who was as good like he couldn't kill a fly was a savage gambler of human body to the vampire packs.

The silence in the sitting room, seemed short-lived, because Madison began conversing immediately, meanwhile Alexandra heads to the kitchen, without uttering another word. ________________________🖊 Once Alexandra gets into the kitchen, she heads to the fridge. Without uttering a word, she pulls out a chi exotic flavoured drink. It seemed chilled, she carefully placed it on the island, now heading to get a tray and few glasses. On getting there, she puts everything in order, before moving back to the Island. She places everything on the tray, an attempt to step out, she remembers something, which makes her pause for a while, before dropping the tray on the Island.

The latter was interesting, but it was not as intriguing as knowing his intimate love affairs. Lucas Nicholas Alexander was the most sought after bachelor in town, a literal playboy, a man who changes girlfriends faster than flipping books. He dated a good deal of girls. Not just ordinary girls, but the diamond of the first water type. He'd been in a relationship with a supermodel, the president's daughter, the Queen's niece, and a beauty queen, but none of them lasted a year. Then the restless playboy meets Alexandria Angelstone, the woman who tamed the playboy's elusive heart, and he ends up marrying her, much to everyone's chagrin.

Alexandra probably does not know what she married; she had no knowledge that she married a beast. As he tended to her wounds and removed the bullets like an expert—he is probably a nurse or doctor—she started hatching another plan in her heart, thinking of all sorts of ways to kill the Sinclairs and the Bennetts. Back at Sinclair's Mansion, Alexandra decided to stay awake and wait for Adrian. She shifted her position on the couch, wrapped in a blanket for comfort. She sipped on a cup of steaming tea. She had resorted to tea as she could no longer take coffee, its warmth providing a little bit of pleasure in the chilly night. Her eyes never left the screen.

Let's get one thing straight: Scott Hamilton was a total womanizer. Always tangled up with some woman, and he treated them all like they were just there to sleep with. So it made sense that he couldn't quite grasp what Alexia Hartley was doing to him. For starters, women usually didn't challenge him—and she? She was like the long-lost daughter of a Viking, always ready to fight. And then there was the mix of sweetness and fire in her that he just didn't get.

The first reaction he had was to call William and tell him the good news. Alexandra was also one of the three prettiest women in Waltz City. Although she was on par with Faye in terms of beauty, her reputation was nowhere as great as the latter’s, hence most ordinary people would not know who Alexandra was. However, within the social circle, Alexandra was very famous. Not only was she pretty, but she also had a solid background since she was the only daughter of the Smiths. In fact, she could even be said to be the woman most men desired to claim for themselves.

She hesitated before answering, unsure of how much she should reveal. Wilda seemed to sense her hesitation and quickly reassured her, ‘Hey, I didn’t mean to pry into your personal life. I only asked about Mr Wilde because I remember you did an article on him once.’ Alessia decided to be honest. ‘Well, the truth is, I took those pictures of Mr Wilde because I was trying to dig up some dirt on Olivia Anderson. She was in the same hotel as him, and I thought there might be something juicy to uncover.’ Wilda raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. ‘Olivia Anderson, huh? The famous actress?’

he has to reach.Darby reached to the given address, it was a magnificent mansion with a few parked cars.He stepped in the villa and catch a glimpse of the girl walking towards him.She stood on the porch and waved at him."Alexandra?" he spoke astonished."Darby. Come on in," she said in a delightful tone."Whose house is this?" he asked when she held his strong hand and both of them stepped in."Ours," she told him.The villa was located in between the rich society...the interior was modern yet elegant."How did you...?" he was interrupted by her putting her finger on his lips and said, "I have a witch by my side."He smiled and hugged her.Darby had no witch by his side but he forgot that Alexandr