Alexis Porter Novels & Stories

she replies curtly. “I know that's your name, but who are you?” I ask again. “I am Alexa Grey wood, daughter of late Alpha Grey Wood and the rightful heir to the Grey wood pack,” she deadpans. I stared at her in shock. Completely dumbstruck. She is princess Alexa? How? I thought she said she was a slave. She was even brought in as one. All this while, she was the princess and nobody knew, not even me. She had us all completely fooled.

He was the last person she would think to go for a shoulder to cry on. “I’ve had my share of family problems, you see,” he explained. “Oh,” Alice said. “I’m sorry.” “All my own fault,” Alek smiled sadly. “Oh, I meant to tell you. The artist you were looking at the other day. Alex Thorpe. She’s actually an old friend of mine,” Alek said, changing the subject completely. Alice was relieved when he did. “Wow, really?” Alice cried. “That’s amazing, what is she like?”

The attendant tells me causing me to curse almost immediately. "Fuck you." "Language, Leaxandra." Quinn mumbles followed by Claude and Hyde's whispers. "Luna, that's..." "That means she's either offended or pissed." "I apologize, my lady." Beau sighs, "You are allowed to tour any part of the castle for now. As I am certain that the Alpha wouldn't want her ladyship to get involved with this matter as well since we will be discussing the incident that happened seven years ago." As though a nerve ticked in his thick skull, Quinn immediately dismissed me at all costs. What I meant by that was the way he talked me out of the place like I'm some sort of trash just to keep me out. I should have kno

Adele raised a brow and Alexa fished out her card from her bag, passing it to her swiftly. "Alexandra Chapman of Velvet Vixen." She smiled.

All I have is my grandfather, who prefers to keep me trapped like a princess in a tower--something precious but also far away, removed from the world. When we make it to the rooftop party, the music is just loud enough to dance to but not so loud as to make conversation impossible. Link guides us over to a beautiful woman with pale chestnut skin, her long black hair swept up into a bun. Her large, slanted, hazel eyes dominate her face and her smile could steal your heart from across the room. Even wearing an apron and dressed in jeans, I’d recognize her face anywhere--supermodel Alexis Carter has an unmistakable face. Especially considering it has graced the covers of leading magazines for

25 ANNALISE I jolted upright, the remnants of a dream clinging to me like cobwebs. A dream filled with whispered promises and stolen kisses under a canopy of stars – a dream featuring a certain infuriatingly handsome knight named Adrian. A giddy smile stretched across my face. Today was the day! The day I, Annalisa du Wales, would finally present my business proposition to the Queen herself, right there in the glorious Royal Palace. My heart did a little victory lap in my chest. This wasn’t just any business proposition, mind you. This was my brainchild, a revolutionary new loom design that would change the textile industry – faster, more efficient, and guaranteed to produce the most exquisi

“You knew her before Harbor.” Neither of them answered. Which was answer enough. Evelyn sighed softly. “Alexander worked for me once.” Reyes looked genuinely stunned. “What?” Alicia stepped backward slightly like the floor had shifted under her feet. “What does that mean?” Alex finally looked at her fully. And for the first time since she met him… He looked ashamed. “I was part of Harbor,” he said quietly. The world seemed to stop. Rain hammered the windows. Upstairs, Aiden’s footsteps echoed faintly overhead.

"He's calling Ralph Porter right now." Charli shrugged. "She knows that, but did you hear her? No matter what he says or does, she'll always have that." Her smile returned. "I'll always have it." She tugged my hand, pulling herself toward me and looked up. "Hi, I'm Alexandria Collins. I'm twenty-four years old and I just met my mother. She's kind of kick-ass." I kissed Charli's forehead. "I think I know how you feel. And I'd say her daughter is even more kick-ass."

"He's calling Ralph Porter right now." Charli shrugged. "She knows that, but did you hear her? No matter what he says or does, she'll always have that." Her smile returned. "I'll always have it." She tugged my hand, pulling herself toward me and looked up. "Hi, I'm Alexandria Collins. I'm twenty-four years old and I just met my mother. She's kind of kick-ass." I kissed Charli's forehead. "I think I know how you feel. And I'd say her daughter is even more kick-ass."

"I still can't believe you accepted Quinn's challenge", Alexis said as she searched through shopping bags for the outfit she'd picked out for me. For some reason, she seemed to have appointment herself my personal personal shopper. Finally, she found the bag she was looking for and pulled out black leggings and a matching black sports bra. She tossed them at me. "Put those on."