Alexandria Wilde Novels & Stories

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.

“She’s the woman in those pictures?” Lazare didn’t flinch. “She is.” “That woman needs to leave. Right now.” “Ma, she has a name,” he said, voice like steel. “And she’s not leaving unless I tell her to.” That was it. Alexandria stormed forward, heels clacking like gunshots against the floor. Without hesitation, she grabbed a fistful of Vlada’s hair and yanked. “If she won’t walk out of this mansion, then I’ll drag her out myself!”

Alexandria muttered and walked out of the barrier with a gallon I never knew she was holding and a matchbox, she circled them like a predator and gave them a sinister smile. “She is the one the boss sent us to, Please have mercy on us, we won't enter your estate anymore.” They pleaded and she paused, for a moment, I thought she was going to let them go. “Boys, are you ready to have fun? You see, I just went on a Ferris Wheel ride and it made me feel bad knowing you people were working in my house while I was having fun I decided to create your fun, Your Ferris wheel is a special one though, never heard of it before, but you see, my wonderful friend came up with the idea and who am I to forsa

“She’s just a mother who lost her child.” Lisa looked at him for a long second, then smiled faintly, not out of joy, but out of something darker. “She was a queen once,” she said. “Now she’s a ghost. I’m just making it official.” She turned to go, but stopped at the end of the hall and looked back at him one last time. “And remember, Doctor,” she said quietly, “you’re not innocent. Don’t forget who made the poison.” The sound of her heels faded down the hall.

Alexzandria promptly declines while watching the woman dressed in a skimpy gown walk closer to them. If Karen was surprised by the hasty refusal, she struggled to be composed and unaffected. Alice heard it too, but she pretended she didn't. "Hello, Miss Wright. I will introduce you around. We have a lot of interesting people around here" Wearing a gracious smile, Alice casually offers. "No, thank you" Staring straight into Alice's eyes, Alexzandria declined the offer for the second time. Despite the insult for the second time, Alice maintained her bright disposition. She even graciously nods at the heiress with a smile.

His wife. She’d never actually met Vivian Hale. Not once in all the years Alexander had visited Crescent Ridge. He always came alone, always left before dinner stretched into evening, like he was running away from something in Crescent Ridge. Elena had constructed a version of her from nothing. Some vague impressive woman who matched the expensive watch and the tailored shirts and the way he carried himself like someone who’d never had to explain himself to anyone.

Constanza warned. While Ricciardo kept quiet and watched. Rosa cleared her throat and started. "Alessandro, this is my birthday gift to you. Lilian Howard your girlfriend isn't who you think she is. Her real name is Lily Williams and she is originally from Fireblood pack. She is the mastermind behind the illegal 'Eternal Chaos' plant. She lied against her own brother and manipulated him into attacking her so he would be ostracized. Then she went to creekwood pack where she manipulated the Alpha Jax against his betrothed and took over as his mate. Unfortunately for her, the betrothed ended up being her elder brother, Alpha Ryder's mate. He investigated the whole matter and discovered the trut

His cold aura hung in the air like the artic gust. "Yes," Steve replied. He prepared himself by letting himself take a deep breath. He could not afford to stumble. "Speak." "Alexandra Winchester born on 2nd May 1997 turned 24 this year.No preschool and middle school records, she was homeschooled till the age of 13 but she was graduated from the top University in the UK.

“As deeply as I understood love then. I am sorry for any pain I caused you.” He felt the old ache stir, though it no longer ruled him. “If she ever asks about her mother,” Vega continued, “tell her she was loved fiercely, and that one day she may find her mother where the wild roses grow.” “You could tell her yourself,” he replied. “Visit when it is safe.” She shook her head gently. “Powerful magic demands a powerful price.” Before he could protest, Rhys’ voice struck his mind. Alpha, rogues approach the eastern border.

Victoria Hart. The name hit like cold water. Alex’s first love—the one from before he met me, when he was still the arrogant bad boy heir, partying in penthouses, breaking hearts like glass. Victoria Hart, supermodel gorgeous, legs for days, face on billboards. She’d left the country years ago—Paris runways, Milan shoots, some scandal with a married director. Alex never talked about her much, just a shrug when her name came up in old stories: Ancient history babygirl But this text... intimate. Flirty. Like time hadn’t passed.