Alexis Michelle Reed Novels & Stories

She replied. Alex’s expression darkened, and for a moment, Melissa thought he might say something. But then he shook his head, finishing his drink. "Careful, Ms. Roman," he said quietly. "You’re playing a dangerous game, you remind me of someone in stature, just that the face and hair are so different" Melissa met his gaze, her heart pounding. "Who must that be?" She asked. "Melissa Reynolds, she was a journalist, you must have seen something about her, she's dead now" he said looking at her

- I reached a final decision after pondering on it for a while. "Okay. I'll send you the details, I'm leaving now" - she turned to the meek girl with the huge framed glasses. "She's in your hands now" - she smiled before heading out the door. Without Rachel around, my attention turned to the young lady, "I believe introductions are in order. My name is Selene Woods and you?" - I initated a formal introduction between us both. "Bennett Gale, I'm an intern at the agency and I'm also a big fan of your movies, ma'am" - she spoke excitedly with a big grin on her face.

Reed gestured at the waiter and requested he added two more chairs so Chrissy and her friend could sit down. Some few minutes later, Chrissy walked back towards them with a smile on her face “Reed and Rielle, This is my friend Tatiana.” She said and Tatiana came forward, She smiled a little to sweet and looked at Reed “Hi, Reed.” She said and stretched her hand forward, Reed eyes widen slightly on seeing who Chrissy’s friend was.

Perfect place to hide someone you didn't want found. As I moved through the underbrush, my mind betrayed me by dragging up memories I'd spent months trying to bury. The rejection ceremony. Racheal's face. The way her silver eyes had dimmed when I'd spoken those words. *"I, Alpha Mike Freeman of the Crimson Moon Pack, reject you, Racheal Snyder, as my mate and Luna."*

"You think you can get away with this? You think you can ruin my life? I'll make you pay! I'll end you!" Ms. Reed lunged towards May, her hands outstretched, her fingers curled into claws. Alex, ever vigilant, reacted instantly, stepping in front of May and intercepting Ms. Reed. He grabbed her arms, restraining her with surprising ease. "Get off me!" Ms. Reed shrieked, struggling against Alex's grip. "Let me go! I'm going to kill her! I'm going to tear her apart!" "That's enough, Ms. Reed," Alex said, his voice firm and authoritative. "You're making a scene. You need to calm down and leave the premises."

His skin went pale for a moment. “ Alex do something!” I heard Creed whisper again “ stop, she's doing fine” he responded.

Today was the day she would make her next move—a move that would shake Michelle’s world to its very core. Earlier that day, she had arranged a secret meeting with someone she knew would understand her frustration. Someone who had dealt with Michelle before and knows how to handle her. It wasn’t long before the door to the private back room opened, and Alex Westwood walked in. His dark eyes held a mix of weariness and ruthless determination—a far cry from the smug smile he had worn during previous encounters. The same Alex who had warned Michelle with icy words that “some secrets should stay buried.” “Millie,” he greeted curtly, taking a seat opposite her. “You’re late. I’ve been waiting for

, Michelle mocked him. " I am not ! " , Alex glared Michelle with muderous look . " Ok ! Can I see your angel ? " , Michelle asked with grin. " No ! you can't ! " , Alex yelled . "Oh come on ! I am not a pedophile like you , I am just curious to see what a little girl had that she attracted my boy . " Michelle teased while elbowing Alex . "It's not like that what you think . " Alex reasoned .

Alex slowly reached into his pocket with his free hand. Pulled out his phone. The screen was already flooding. Missed calls. Unknown numbers. Messages stacking over each other. And then— A headline. Pinned. Trending. “REED HOLDINGS CEO PUBLICLY CLAIMS MALE EMPLOYEE AMID SCANDAL” Alex’s breath caught. His thumb trembled slightly as he opened it. Photos. Clear ones. Not just the old leaks. New ones. Jamie holding his hand. Standing beside him. In the office. Minutes ago.

I said to break the tense atmosphere. The woman looked up and smiled faintly. Brandon gestured to the seat beside her. “Alexis, this is Reece Matheson, my legal counsel. Reece, this is Alexis Torres.” I sat down slowly, placing my bag beside me, and extended my hand to shake hers. “Nice to meet you, Reece. And you can call me Lexi,” I said, smiling faintly, giving Brandon a look. Reece acknowledged me with a nod while taking my hand and shaking it, professional but not unkind. “It’s a pleasure, Miss Torres.”