Novel & Cerita Booktok Alex Wennberg

Whatever’s left she actually uses to write books that may or may not bring her a few precious gold coins to support her lifestyle. Author Alexia Praks: www.alexiapraks.com Author Bella Chan: www.authorbellachan.com

Chapter 12 Axel After the first time we made love, yeah, I know, scary Biker “making love” with his girl, we fucked another three times before we passed out through sheer exhaustion. We did the whole soft and gentle thing because it was her first proper time. I have never in my life made love to a woman before. I always fuck. This time was different though. I had felt this connection between us since we first met at the bar. I think she could feel it too, but she was with him. All week I kept thinking about her. And then when she walked out of the room last night, I felt all the air leave my body. I have never seen anything or anyone so fucking beautiful. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. And

I glanced at Alex and he shrugged, “You said you wanted fun.” “I expected an old library or something,” I muttered. “Hmm hmm hmm,” Alex shook his head, “Alex Roux doesn’t do library. What’s the point of reading when you’d probably never get to the top?” “If you read hard enough—” Alex raised his finger, cutting me off. “The conversation about books ends here.” How on earth were he and Alistair so different this way? The moment we walked deeply into it, Alex’s voice changed. “Elara, hold my hand so you don’t get lost.”

Amora asked Alex while looking at Alex and his hands looking for the book. "No, mother, I didn't find it" Alex replied while wiping his sweat because he was tired of looking for the book. Until suddenly, Amora saw a book that was on the top shelf. The book was dark purple in color and had white beads that glowed and the only book that gave off a white glow. "Alex, that book looks interesting could you please get me the book?" Amora said while pointing at the shelf where the book was, Alex suddenly looked at the book and nodded to his mother as a sign that he was going to take the book.

Whatever’s left she actually uses to write books that may or may not bring her a few precious gold coins to support her lifestyle. Author Alexia Praks: www.alexiapraks.com Author Bella Chan: www.authorbellachan.com

He also threatened me but I’m not afraid of him even if I didn’t know that he was an Alpha. I confronted Mark about that after Alex left and that’s when our conversation became very interesting. Alex calls himself Ulfr Banamaðr or the wolf executioner and he kills wolves for a living. This is insane and this gives me the leverage I’ll need to win Jo back. And if I have to I’ll expose him for what he really is, a murderer!

He smiled. There was a buzz sound and Alexander stood up and walked over to the bookshelf where he took out two books from the third row this time. He put his hand through the open space and pushed, causing the shelf to come off the wall. He looked back at Kristine, who frowned back at him. She knew he was aware someone touched the books “I was bored, so I thought I would find something interesting to read.” She lied. “And?” he asked. “And I couldn’t. Your book taste is nice, but not for me.”

Axel reached for a book while wondering what information was contained inside it. The moment Axel’s fingers touched the leather binding, an image flashed in Axel’s mind, and he could see himself holding that book and reading it. The book was written by a witch named Holly describing her visits to a temporary settlement in the South-West. The dwellers there were outsiders with tall and lean bodies and pointy ears. Holly admired their archery skills and how they could move about stealthily. Those people consumed a vegetarian-only diet, they loved to sing, and she depicted encounters where they would exchange jewelry made of leather, colorful stones, and beads.

Like it hadn't required deciding, months ago, that this was worth investing in. I went back to the book in my hand and actually read a page this time. We were in the shop for an hour. Alex bought four books. Three Italian, one English. He showed me the English one, a novel I hadn't heard of, slim with a plain cover. "The woman at the desk recommended it," he said. "She spoke to you." "For about forty seconds. She asked what I was looking for and I said I didn't know and she handed me this." "She's never recommended anything to me."

I say crossing my arms over my chest as I looked at the podiums, this must mean the person that killed Axel’s father and took the book didn’t bring it back, what a surprise. “I was thinking the same thing when I found this place, but if you look at the authors of the books, both are written by Alfred Bulkham, which means….” He says trailing off so I could come to the conclusion myself, when I did my eyes go wide as I turn to look at him again.