Novel & Cerita Alexis Smallbone

Before I could dwell too much on that, another voice sounded from the doorway. "That's because she's tone deaf." Alexis and I turned to see the newcomer standing in the open doorway of Lucas's library. A plump lady with strawberry blond hair was standing there. "Whatever", Alexis said to the newcomer indifferently. She entered the room and smiled at me. There was an aura of power around her. "Hello." Her voice was as smooth as aged whiskey and had a slight southern lilt to it. "Did Alexis tell you that when she asked her parents for a musical instrument the only one they could get her was a triangle because she totally sucked at the rest of the instruments?"

He shakes his head, “I don’t believe that. She was way too concerned about hurting me since she practices dark magic.” “Oh, don’t get me wrong, Theo. She is powerful and I am sure she could kick your ass if she wanted to. But just because she practices dark magic doesn’t mean she can’t be a goody two-shoes.” I roll my eyes, “Can you stop calling me that?” Alexis shrugs, “Sorry, babe, the truth hurts.” I huff and Theo chuckles, “I like your friend, Cor. She’s feisty.” Alexis smirks and says, “If you like me so much, does that mean you might have some werewolf friends for me?”

Alexis whispered to herself, her voice cracking as the words spilled out. She wiped her eyes roughly with the back of her hand, frustrated with herself for breaking down again. This wasn’t who she was supposed to be. The Alexis Montgomery that people saw was poised and unshakable, someone who commanded rooms with a single glance. But here, in the privacy of her sanctuary, she felt small, broken, and painfully human. Her phone buzzed on the nightstand, pulling her out of her spiral. She reached for it hesitantly, half expecting another round of messages from Ryan or Sophia, begging for forgiveness. But the screen only displayed a text from Caleb, her younger cousin, asking if she was okay aft

Alexis sighs leaning on her arm. "I'm sorry Hun." Zia smiles sympathetically "It’s okay I enjoy bossing people around. It’s what I do best." Alexis smiles. "What do you do?" Zia asks "I just own a small company” Alexis’s shrug as if it is nothing. What is it with this family. They belittle their achievements. "I don't think CoLab is a small company" I say "You own CoLab?" Zia asks I shock her jaw hangs open

I blessed the pink-haired Cadillac driver with my middle finger before putting the pedal to the metal. "So you think coming here, there's some secret buried here in the Blackburn Pack?" Alexis glanced my way with a smile curled on her lips. "You know my guts are always right. You know it!" I couldn't help but get infected by her smiles. "I just can't wait to find out what exactly is going on." "My best bet is on her position now. She's now a Luna who wiggles in and out of bed with the most ranked Alpha of Selenia. That's why Ximena has grown this way." She glanced out the window before she muffled a yawn.

The knot in my stomach twisted painfully as I tried to steady my breathing. Alison’s hand gently patted mine under the desk, offering silent comfort. She knew what Alexis’ presence meant for me…how our family history, riddled with complications and old wounds, only made things harder. “Good morning, everyone,” Alexis began, her voice as smooth as glass yet sharp enough to cut. “I’m Dr. Alexis Nightshade, and I’ll be your instructor for Microbiology this semester. Now, I know many of you are excited, eager even, to dive into this fascinating subject, so let's get started.”

But i still picked the call anyways. "Hi, please are you by anyways, Miss Selene Woods?" - A feminine voice came from the other end, soft, polite and yet, straight to the point. "Yes, i am she!!. How may i be of help to you?" - I replied in a wary tone. "Great!!. My name is Anne Moreau, i'm a manager at Livelia entertainment and also a friend of the professor." - She introduced herself briefly, her tone filled with strict professionalism. " Oh..." - I gasped.

Her gaze traced the misaligned jaw. As the darknet’s reigning queen, she had personally logged every skeletal gene in the Alexander direct line. The right hand twisted. A cold-gray tactical folding knife snapped open in her palm, icy and precise. She probed the face: a 10.5-centimeter jaw gap, a two-degree bite misalignment. No true Alexander heir would carry such skeletal flaws. Pressing her wrist down, she peeled back the yellowed hospital gown. A row of thumbnail-sized titanium plates had been hammered through the skin.

Hana smiled and hurried to his side. “William and Mary Christian, meet my rather feisty daughter Hana. Hana, say hello to William and Mary, Aurelia’s parents,” Logan introduced. “I don’t get a proper introduction,” Alex grumbled, pouting. “Dude, you’re lucky the princess didn’t put you in the hospital,” Mikali laughed, putting a hand on Alex’s shoulder. “It is very nice to meet you, Mister and Mrs. Christian. Welcome to the Bloodmoon pack capital and our home,” Hana bowed respectfully to my parents.

Just then, a girl, much taller than me appeared next to her, she had short hair, styled in a short side comb, and she was wearing a black tank top and jeans that rode around her hips, honestly, she was dressed like a guy and she looked hot too. "She's the one that you wanted to sit with?" she asked in a grumpy tone. "Yes babe," she grabbed her hand and pulled her down into the chair. "This is Carl." "Carl?" I blurted out, unable to hold back my shock. "Carly really but she likes to be called Carl." Celeste commented. "You got a problem with that?" she asked with the same grumpy tone as before. "No I was just surprised," I extended an arm, "nice to meet you." I smiled.