Blaise Alexander Body Shop Novels & Stories

“Are you two okay?” “Y-yes, thanks for saving us.” “Your welcome. You should go now.” Alexander stood back up. ‘Wait!” Rose shouted and stood up too. “Who are you?” At first Alexander hesitated, revealing who they were was the last thing he wanted until both Chia and Tina nodded. “She’s Yuki’s friend, she’s trustworthy enough I’d say.” Chia added. Alexander sighed. “I am Alexander, this is Tina and this is Chia. We’re a part of the Winged Gears.”

Max Maddox is running as fast as he can to get to the battle. I run past several dead warriors and the anger grows inside both Maddox and I “Where is the Alliance?” I command through the pack mind-link. “10 minutes out Alpha” Beta Sam responded instantly. “Dad, Sloane was in the house, it was on fire. I got her out and she is on her way to the hospital, she is breathing but in bad shape. Where are you and Mom?” I mind-link just my father.

Blaise wanted power, something that could take a hit and keep going. Sam whistled low when we passed the larger section of the lot. “Look at these beasts,” he said, gesturing to a row of black and silver vehicles built like fortresses. The salesman followed our gaze, his smile widening. “You’ve got good taste. Those over there are half price. We’re trying to clear room for new inventory.” I turned, my breath catching. It was a Hummer. Sleek, armored, and almost identical to Dad’s. Blaise walked a slow circle around it, running his hand along the door. “She’s a tank,” he said.

The tow truck arrived at the garage and proceeded to the basement. "Is this the workshop?" I inquired. "Mr. Alex does, indeed, have the best private repair shop in California. You're lucky, sir, because he let you in." Rich people are unique. Dozens of high-end automobiles lined the right side of the bright room. On the left side, there are rows of old cars, one of which is a tattered car similar to mine, but more well-kept. He's a wealthy man, and his face can pay for people to look after it.

“Yeah, I still wondered how she did that though. The car exploded and we saw her body in the... “ Alex trailed off as he thought about it. They never actually saw a body, it was too burnt but it was identified as Blakeley’s body. “What?” Bryan asked, seeing he was a little bit lost in thought. “Nothing, I just recalled something.” He replied. Austin walked back to their table and they paid attention to him, he leaned closer to Alex and whispered in his ear. Alex raised his brows and he nodded in response. “I will be back.” He said and hurriedly walked away. “What is going on?” Bryan asked.

"Pretty nasty one this time." Alex strode across the oil-stained concrete of Matthews' Auto & Body, the shop he'd inherited six months ago after his father's retirement. The business had been in their pack for two generations, serving both the human and supernatural communities of both combined packs and humans. His boots crunched on loose gravel as he approached the wreck, and then everything in his world tilted on its axis.

Alex replied dismissively. Suddenly, Alex’s phone started ringing. It was a call from the pretty saleswoman from the BMW dealership store, Chloe Zea. Chloe’s soft and sweet voice came from the other side of the phone. “Mr. Rockefeller, your BMW M8 is now fixed. Would you like to pick it up yourself or would you like me to send it over to you?” Alex stared at Nicholas who seemed distraught. “Please send it over, I’ll send you my location in a bit.”

So with the hopes of checking out the Brooklyn Bridge dashed, they followed the directions to the shop in the vicinity. “What if we can’t afford the expenses, Amy?” asked Lizzy, who had nothing left with her. “We’ll see about that!” They reached the place and parked the damaged Bentley in front of a white-washed brick building that had different stalls for the cars. The name Matteo’s Auto Body Shop was embossed on the huge enamel board. It looked decent, with a small reception area too where car owners could wait while their cars were being fixed. Amy climbed out and walked up to the reception, followed by her friends. A middle-aged man attended to them, greeting them cordially.

We sat down. ' welcome to A2 automobile company, what can we do for you?' Alex said. ' I am here to negotiated my recent request' he said but I shook my head. ' there is nothing to negotiate here sir. We have wrote to you the least price we can give you' I said he flared up ' better stay out of this, you don't dare me. Alex here know me.I always get all what I want' he said. 'This is strictly business, if you aren't satisfy please back out' I said .it seem what I said make him more angry as he brag the table.

Alex, Rowan’s best friend, owns one of the most popular car dealerships in the city where he sells different kinds of cars from different brands based on a dealership contract with an auto-maker. He also sells car spare parts and provides automotive maintenance services. Rowan gets all of his cars from Alex to help his business, as he states. Alex spends the majority of his day monitoring the transport and registration of vehicles in his possession. He sometimes gets handy when he gets bored of paperwork and helps in the maintenance sector, fixing spoilt cars.