First Alex Cross Novel Novels & Stories

To my surprise, it was a book, unmistakably Alex's. Alex had been incredibly secretive about this particular book for as long as I could remember. He would never allow anyone, not even me, to even glimpse its contents. The decision to open it became a moral quandary, a battle between my curiosity and my respect for his privacy. Nevertheless, I succumbed to my inquisitiveness and gingerly turned the pages. What I discovered inside was a diary. The first page was about me, when we were kids and I saved him from bullying and how he had fell in love with me in that instant and always wanted to be close to me.

He’s too serious to the point that she’s a little bit scared of being with him this close. Grey notices Austin’s shaking hands. He walks toward the shelf and reached for the book he has placed on top of it. “You asked Shaun to watch the night sky with you right? And he said no?” Grey said looking at the book in his hands. “Y-yes. He re-refused to go” she answered, not looking at Grey. “Did you know that the first born of the lycanthropes is a really odd one?” he said scanning the pages of the book.

The female lead of the spin off is from my other book, while the male lead is Roxy and Ace's son. If you are totally confused, and you've only read this book, don't be discouraged my friend. The spin off is a stand alone book. You don't have to read one or the other to understand. You don't even have to read any one of them. The only advantage cross over readers will have are the little familiar omg moments. So that is all I think. I hope everything was clear. Y'all can check out my other book too if you're into werewolves. It's longer, more heartfelt and filled with more twists. So until next time my love. Please stay safe.

The kind that comes from seeing too many families shattered. Alexa sat at the metal table. She hadn’t moved in forty-seven minutes. Not since they brought her here from the morgue, still wearing the same clothes she'd worn for fourteen hours of travel. Her duffel bag sits on the floor beside her chair, unzipped, Alice's sweatshirt visible at the top. "She has visible marks on her wrists," Detective Cross says, stepping into the room. She closes the door behind her, a gesture of privacy that feels almost kind. "Which means she did try to struggle. Your sister was murdered."

Because that book was too old, she searched in bookstores and online but no one was selling those kinds of things, so she searched on the black market and there were a lot of people who were also looking for that book and wanted to buy it, so bidding has happened until it landed to her hand for half a million price. "What a coincidence, miss Nina. It's really funny how sometimes destiny plays but it's also impossible that Hawthorne Salvatrix is ​​a werewolf because there are no such things. They are just fiction and used as a thing to scare children. Maybe it's just really a coincidence that Hawthorne Salvatrix looks exactly like Mr. Hayes Xavier." Soleil had been out of Nina's room for a fe

The morning fog tickles my nose, and my chest tightens as my mansion comes into view. What once held some semblance of sanity, now harbours the very people that can ruin me. How poetic. My shoes scuff against the short flight of stairs leading to the front door, and I clench my stomach until it hurts. Breathe. He can't hurt you anymore. The doors fly open before I can move, and I'm face to face with my nemesis. Alexander Cross. His face is etched in a murderous frown, and my blood runs cold for a long second.

Maxwell still stood frozen not knowing whether he was going to the devil or to return to the deep blue sea, he was stranded. The door burst open and the excited looking Alexia run into the room, right pass Maxwell to her father who caught her as she walked into his arms. “Alexia!” “My baby!” “Ale!” “Amor!” Maxwell gasped loudly as if he just saw a ghost and it was at that moment that he knew he had made the biggest mistake of his life by coming up with the novice plan. The novice plan wasn’t even the plan, but the thought he had in mind to double cross Alexander for his company was his downfall.

“I found this book outside. It has all the answers.” I furrow my eyebrows together. “What are you talking about, Alex?” His attention turns back to the weathered book in his hands. He flips through the pages until he finds the one he’s looking for. “Look at this.” He hands the book to me. I scan the words, latching onto the ones at the very top. How To Kill A Vampire. Suspicion descends over me. “Alex, are you sure this is even real? It sounds a little made-up.”

and "the last girl who crossed us." As soon as the sun began to rise, I got dressed and made my way to the library. I needed to do some research on Alex and his associates, and I knew that the library would be the best place to start. I spent hours poring over books and articles, trying to piece together any information I could find. But everything was vague and unhelpful, and I soon found myself feeling frustrated and hopeless.

It wasn’t male either. It was both. And neither. And it knew him. He slammed the book shut. The flames on the torches flickered. > “Someone’s protecting her. Someone older than any of us.” Alex turned to leave—but before he did, he noticed one book... tucked deep into the wall, half-hidden behind a cracked obsidian skull. Its title glowed faintly: “The First-born Flame: Records of the One Who Watched the Moon.” He reached for it. But the moment his fingertips touched the leather, the runes around the library pulsed—and the book… vanished.