Ben Bruce Asking Alexandria Novels & Stories

The latter noticed the look on her face, reciprocating her expression. "What is it, Becca?" He asked, threading his words slowly as he traced his sister's gaze. "— is there something strange on my wrist?" "Where is your bracelet, Alex?" She asked, her tone serious, and her gaze piercing as she vividly recall the memory of a bracelet on his wrist. "Did you misplace it? You promised not to take it off, how could you!" Alexander was confused, as well as Kenziel. "What bracelet are you talking about?" He queried, still wearing his creased brows. "I've never worn one as far as I could remember. Are you sure you aren't sleepwalking right now?"

Rachel said shocked and excited at the same time. "Yep," Mitchell replied, "so does that mean Alex can finally go home?" Rachel said tearing up as she got emotional looking back at Alexandria as she wiggled in pain. "Am not sure, but I hope so?" Mitchell said as he looked at Alex too who was already asleep. "Wait hold on guys, Mitchell how do you know it Alexandria owns Mr. Ben, you haven't even seen him before?" Jessica asked. "I asked him!" Mitchell replied. "Like seriously, you asked a strange visitor that kind of question directly?"Jessica asked.

drunk. Bryce started wondering about what was going through Alex's brain as he poured himself some wine. "We need to find them right away!" Alex ordered and hit his left palm on the table once. Bryce shuddered at his friend's strange behavior and request. "Why the sudden craving for her? Bryce asked as he took a gulp out of his drink with his eyes fixed on Alex. "I want to teach them some lessons. She needs to apologize to me for calling me a clown" Alex said and smirked.

Alex shook his head, “backyard squabbles can never be classed as war although they can indeed burn the house.” Bruce turned his head abruptly in the direction of the voice, as he heard the voice that was forgotten in the passage of time, the same measured, deep voice. His eyes widened in shock, “You…. you…” No other words came out but his face turned pale as a feather. Alex didn’t flinch nor mock, he leveled his gaze as he stared back. “I never had a chance…” Bruce suddenly burst out laughing, his laughter more pitiful than crying. “What was the point of all my years?” He clutched his chest as he staggered a few steps back.

"...my decisions. I've got news for you, old man. My decisions are all that matter. Your time is about up. Once Alexandria and I are married everything is up to me. It's time you got used to it." I took a step back as my two monsters collided. "You fool! Don't open—" Bryce reached for the door's handle, but before he turned it, he questioned, "Alex, tell me you'll say yes in front of witnesses. Tell me that when you said no it was because now isn't the right time." I swallowed the bile as his hand stilled on the knob. Whatever was happening on the other side of the door needed access. "Bryce, please find out what's happening. It could be my momma."

He was still the Bryan that's head over heels for her, he just needed the right buttons. “Alexandra did you see that?” She muttered under her breath. “I wonder if he would take your burnt corpse or maybe your soul to the civil bureau to get a divorce.” “Did you say something?” Bryan asked, pushing her back slightly. Charlotte shook her head, stepping away from him. “Can I follow you home?” Bryan hesitated for a while and then nodded. “Let's go.” *** Alexandra stepped out of the cab, paid the driver and headed straight into the building. Surprisingly, Beatrice didn't question her like she expected. She even directed her to the nearby pharmacy and added five dollar notes to her pay.

Bruce snapped, “What?” Alexandro didn’t answer immediately. The gunman hesitated, surprising me. Bruce turned sharply. “What is it?” Alexandro met my gaze, not with sympathy, but with assessment. “Bruce,” he said calmly, “we should leave.” Now Bruce looked uneasy. “I’m not done,” he snapped. “You are,” Alexandro replied. “This meeting is compromised.” Bruce laughed, but it sounded forced. “By what? Him?” Alexandro leaned closer to Bruce’s ear. “By time.”

He said, but I didn't say anything, nor did I move. "Pl... pl.. please help me. I don't know wha.. what.. I haven't done this before, your highness." I stammered, pleading for mercy as my confidence suddenly disappeared again. This was Alpha Alexandros, who doesn't care about what you want. He just does as he pleases. I just couldn't allow this man to do anything to me.