August Alsina Age Novels & Stories

I make easy conversation until I sense they're all in a good mood. "Alina?" I ask, looking at her. Late thirties and super nice face, she smiles and waits for whatever I have to say, "Your son, Jonathan, he’s… seven years old, right?" "Yes. He's going to turn eight in march," she responds, "Yours is younger, right? He looks a bit older. And big. But so, so cute."

"Right, it's my room. Who do you think dares to bring a stranger into the alpha's room and even summon the best healers of the pack?" "Only the alpha!" Maya said. "But why did you lie to me?" Maya questioned. "I didn't. I was just teasing you." Ashton said like it was only normal to tease a beautiful girl. "Do you don't have a mate?" Maya asked. The more she thought about it, the more she felt like something was not right. How old was Ashton? He seemed to be in his late twenties and he was telling her that he didn't have a mate. He was an alpha, a very powerful alpha.

I couldn’t ignore the fact that the voice had sounded exactly like Spencer. “What exactly is goimg on?” I wondered aloud. A knock sounded on my door, ending my flow of throats. I rolled my eyes in frustration as I answered. “Come in.” The door creaked open and a petite girl dressimg in a thigh length black dress covered with a white apron entered. “Hello, Alyssa. What’s the matter?” I asked. Alyssa was the maid permanently assigned to me for the rest of my life. “You have a visitor, Mrs,” Alyssa replied. I could see that she was trying hard to fight the blush off her face, and neither did i miss the emphasis on the last word she uttered.

Kinuha ng binatang tsino ang inpormasyon sa kamay ng binatang dibdib niya lang ang tangkad bago maingat na buksan ang portfolio. Name: Lanna Augusto Age: 17 years old Born: September 4 2003 Death: October 28 2021 Additional Info: Suspected of taking Drugs 'Suspected of taking drugs? Huh?' "What time did you found her dead?" ang tanong niya sa binata sa kanyang tabi ng matapos niyang basahin ang impormasyon ng biktima.

I nodded at her and kissed her cheek “if he believes that mom is alive, then that should confuse him as not to know who we are” “Alessio, the man is a federal agent, regardless the fact of him being a traitor. He still managed to fool the government” Kiara said looking at me and I smirked. I nodded at Ivan who showed her the documents that we added on the system when we found out about him trying to breach our family’s security system. Alessio Aslanov, mentally unstable, age: 12, blue eyes, height: 5.3ft… Alexandra Aslanov, homeschooled, age: 10, brown hair, blue eyes, height: 5.0ft.

God bless her, everything goes well. Alina listened from the middle of the story, her mouth slightly open. And I didn’t even immediately come to my senses, realizing that the story was over. Wow southern passions! And this happened quite recently, literally fifteen years ago! Interestingly, it turns out that Alina was mistaken in thinking that Senor Federico is elderly. It turns out that he is a middle-aged man.

Marcus stood beside him, fists clenched so hard the knuckles were white. And at the center of our attention stood the man who called himself Alas. He was tall and whipcord lean, dressed in a dusty brown suit and worn boots. About forty, nondescript in most respects, except for his eyes. They were blue and sharp as cut glass. He worked for the United pack authority. “What?” I heard myself say. The word felt ripped out of me. “I know just about everything there is to know about Julian, the name he’s used for the past seven years,” Alas said evenly. “Because I’ve been hunting him for the past year. Every one of those three hundred and sixty-five days.”

Ignoring them, Seraphina looked back at the intimidating man who was starring right in her soul. “Good evening Seraphina, I’m your oldest brother Agostino and your legal guardian.” His deep rough voice resonated in the room, filling the atmosphere with coldness. The once happy man was just dark and blank. She nodded, her voice betraying her. “Introduce yourself.” He commanded, leaving no room for arguments. Internally scoffing, she knew who was who but still she went along with it. “Your second oldest brother. Alfonso, 28.” He smiled at her with love lingering behind his eyes. Mother hen, definitely. She hesitantly gave him one back but all it came out as a grimace.

One of his men walked toward the car and took him, putting him inside his car. “A bargain. Considering the fact that you chose to be reckless about your decisions. I think that it is only fair for us to start a small bargain.” Alaric said, watching as Alessio sat on the passenger seat beside him. He didn’t bother looking at me, but I could tell from his stance that he was more than just a little angry. “That is, of course, unless you plan on losing the child that you are carrying…” “You brought him over.” I asked, not bothering to answer the Lycan as I looked at Alessio. His eyes met mine through the rear mirror and Alaric chuckled.

I looked at his guitar and couldn’t help but smile at his politeness. “Do you play this guitar?” I asked, and he looked down at his instrument before nodding. The man couldn’t be older than eighteen or nineteen at most. His eyes met Alvize’s as he wrapped his arm around me, pulling me closer. “Why aren’t you at school?”