Cullens Alexandria Novels & Stories

“Oh, and one more thing. Don’t tell anyone at home about running into those two men today, got it? If they find out, I’m done for.” “Don’t worry, Aunt Helen. I won’t say a word.” Alex nodded solemnly. He wasn’t about to let his mom lecture him either—no way would he dig his own grave. After picking up their coffee and cakes, Helen drove to the art gallery. A year after giving birth to Chase and Alex, Haley successfully gained admission to Fleure Academy, the school she had once spoken about wanting to attend while she was in Haven State. Not wanting to be separated from her sister, Helen transferred to the same school. It was there that they encountered Sean, who was a year ahead of them.

She was still scared but it didn't affect me so much now I was in front of him. "What is your name?" He asked me looking into my eyes as if he was taking away all my pain and fear. "Alexandria." "Mine is Aden." His name suited him I could already imagine him being called 'Alpha Aden of Midnight Warrior pack'. "Why did you cry my little wolf?" "She is scared of you," I replied in a short sentence too scared to say too much. "Your wolf?" He asked surprised when I nodded, he then turned to my Alpha, "I need to talk to you."

Four, five kilometers away, perched on the rooftop of a towering office skyscraper, Cingen peered through his telescope at the distant Ol' Mare Seaside Grand Hotel, his weathered face betraying a slight tremor. Night had fallen, yet the night vision scope cut through the darkness with undeniable clarity. The armored police van below was a grim sight, filled with the lifeless bodies of the Ledger and Campbell family members. Both prestigious families had been wiped out by Alexander. "Alexander..." Roslyn, standing close to Cingen, clutched her own telescope, her face ashen. She whispered, almost without realizing, "He took down the Ledgers and the Campbells. His strength is downright chilling

He exhaled slowly before continuing. “The original founders built the stronghold over the seal intentionally.” Cold silence followed immediately. Rex’s expression became deadly calm. “Why.” “To guard it.” I stared at Kaelen. “You knew?” “No.” His jaw tightened slightly. “But I suspected there was something beneath the old tunnels.” Rex looked ready to break something. “So generations of Alphas just conveniently forgot to mention we’re living on top of a cosmic prison?” “No records survived the Blood Wars,” Kaelen snapped back. “Most of our history was destroyed.”

The curtains lift softly. And on the table, amid the coffee remains, a newspaper page lies, folded. In the margin, in fine letters, Cassandra's farewell phrase: Let them finally learn to breathe in the light. I look up. Alexandre nods slowly. And together, we go out.

“Of course they are.” “He’s powerful,” Alexander continued. “He has allies in the media, law enforcement, and even international courts.” “Name,” she said. Alexander hesitated. “Alexander.” “Victor Hale.” The name hit her like a memory she hadn’t known she carried. “Hale,” she repeated slowly. “The philanthropist.” “Yes.” “The one who funded refugee programs. Museums. Scholarships.” “And weapons,” Alexander said. “And black sites. And assassinations.” Her chest tightened. “He attended my first exhibition.”

Gina turned around to Alexis her friend. "Okay Alexis let's roll in.” she said happily. Alexis was confused a little bit, because when she looked around the surrounding, apart from the clubhouse which was bumbling with activities, there was no other building, apart from the two building opposite the clubhouse, but then these two building look like, there were no inhabitant inside it. She frowned and she decided voice out her confusion to Gina. Alexis pointed out to the two building "Which of the two building are we heading into?" Alexis asked still looking so confused.

Olivia asked staring at Alex, "I'll kill you if you did." "I haven't... yet,” he replied mockingly. “What is…?” "Nothing,” they all answered at once. “Does it have something to do with my virginity?” “What the fuck, Alex ?!” Olivia shout. “Abigail, stop talking for Christ's sake.” “Why the hell are we talking about this?” Mark asked horrified. "Thanks to her grandfather, there's a person behind Abbie,” Alex began to say, "The day I rescued her, some guys in a black SUV came looking for her. Her grandfather sold her to an organized group, the leader is named Nicola Recc.”

Lucien muttered as he took his shirt off and a long scar that was caused by a sharp object was visible on his back as he stroll his way towards the bathroom. ******* -Heroux Mansion- Later that night, Alexandria was staying in the living room when her mother took a seat on the couch facing her. “How’s your work?” Madame Heroux asked as she placed her cup of tea on top of the glass table. Alexandria lowered down the book she was reading, “It’s fine, mother. I finally cleared my schedule for two weeks in the month of July. How’s your day with Countess Blanc? Did you enjoy your time hanging out with her?” she asked back and Madame Heroux's face turned sour, “I don’t even want to remember my day

Or did she regret falling for an older step-uncle? "Celyn, I've found the perfect designer for the event," Helen says, passing a glossy magazine to Alexander's mother, who's lounging opposite with her son and husband. "Oh my." Celyn coos, flipping through pages. "Look at these, Alex. What do you think for the theme color?" Alexander shifts uncomfortably. He's attention is elsewhere—detached. I can tell he doesn't want this marriage anymore than I do. "Whatever." He mutters "Alex!" Celyhn gives him a pointed look, sharp as a knife.