Don't Call My Name Alejandro Novels & Stories

DAMIEN She doesn't want to stay. Layla refused to stay with me. I don't know why though. She left earlier. My phone beeped. I rushed over to it on my nightstand. It's Ale. "Heaven Alejandro Costa the first......what do I owe this call?" I asked. *I miss you,* he spoke. I smiled. *I wanted to see how you're doing. But it looks like you don't miss me,* he sounded sad.

“You three fucking done?” I rolled my eyes, and Atlas smiled slightly. “Coming! Are you desperate to get rid of me?” I questioned as we walked over. “Na, but I just realised you three got some weird shit for names.” “What do you mean, I like my name.” Song protested. “A song, atlas and a colour.” Alejandro smirked. Maybe I need to staple gun his ass too. Oh my god imagine if Alejandro has a pierced dick! Wait does he? Eww, I don’t want to know! Gross Gross!

The call connected. Alejandro’s grin widened as Dino’s face appeared on the screen. “Ah, brother,” Alejandro drawled, his fingers trailing along Elena’s shoulder. “You’ve been busy.” Dino’s expression remained unreadable, but his eyes were like tempered steel. “Let her go, Alejandro.” Alejandro chuckled. “Now, why would I do that? You’ve been making quite the mess. Carlos—” he sighed dramatically, “—well, let’s just say he was very disappointing.”

I shut my eyes tight, and when I opened them back, I called a name. "Alejandro?" I didn't know why I said this, but I just did.

It was now late afternoon and I really fucking hoped Kenneth, the fucker, had some answers in two days time - because I had fucking nothing. "Alpha, high witch Janaina is on the phone." Drake, my other Delta, held the phone out to me. Is it weird that I just realised that both my Delta’s names and my Beta’s started with a fucking D? Maybe that’s why they were all dickheads at times. "Alpha?" He snapped my attention out of my thoughts, and I gave him a scathing glare, taking the offered phone from him. "Yeah?" "Hello to you, King Alejandro." "We can skip pleasantries."

Catalina I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I could only think this as I signed the papers. He knew my weakness and used it against me. Clearly he knows everything about me and I don't even know his name. “At least be kind enough to tell me your name. Or should I just call you Master?” A deep chuckle rumbled from his throat. So the beast could actually laugh. “Miguel Alejandro.” The name sounded familiar but I couldn't place my finger on it so I just brushed the thought aside.

A note of advice, for everyone's good, do not disobey Boss' orders, neither should you stray from his rules. "Sir?" I quickly correct myself. "What are you doing here?" That was a stupid question. My room and the hallway were dark but the city lights were bright enough to illuminate Alejandro's frame enough. He stood against my door frame with his arms crossed against his chest. He's still in his dark hoodie and sweats. He looks just as handsome as ever, if not more. He chuckles softly, "You can call me by my name at home." Is he back to the Alejandro from years ago?

he asks softly. “How would I know?” My voice is quiet, almost careful, as if the air between us might shatter if I speak too loudly. “Alejandro doesn’t share anything. You could sit next to him for ten years and still not know his full name.” It’s true. Alejandro is maybe the most reticent of them all. “I know his mom died of cancer. Maybe she had some kind of … mental collapse.” The rain taps harder against the glass, like it’s listening.

"You don't know her, and she never got the chance to know you because you took her place. She was in your position just the same, but-" I lean forward, curiosity piqued. "But what?" He pauses, looking somber. "Well, let's just say something came up..." "Something came up?" I ask, feeling a knot of anticipation in my stomach. He chuckles strangely. "A long story, and one too gruesome to divulge." "Gruesome?" I frown deeper, my mind racing with possibilities. Alejandro apologizes for his choice of words before I ask him how he knows my name. His answer isn't reassuring; apparently, everyone knows my name because I married the town's billionaire. My embarrassment grows, realizing that my identi

She doesn't know anyone's name in Massachusetts. "Alejandro,” He introduced with his hands stretched forward and a wide smile spread across his face, highlighting his pale skin. "Alejandro,” She whispered and received his handshake with a small smile. "Okay.” Alejandro grinned from ear to ear. His hands gently scrunching hers, his gaze locked on hers. The door bell chimed. Ana walked in. Quickly, his hands freed hers. "Hey Alejandro. How are you, boy?" Ana spoke loudly in excited tones. He reached her for a hug.