Novel & Cerita Home Alone 3 Alex Chickenpox

“He said that you could heal fine on your own, from resting at home.” Alex yawned. “That’s great, I was getting bored of staying here all day.” I pushed myself up and sat down. “We should be heading home then. I’m really fed up with this hospital.” Mum nodded and came to help me up. I faced Alex. “Can you walk?” Alex smirked and pushed himself up. “I am Alex Strong. I am not weak.” Dad raised a brow. “Alex Strong, or Alex Richard?” Dad asked him.

“Take me off everything. I’m not his proxy. I’m not his anything. He dies, he dies alone. Like he lived.” _Click._ Adrian hung up. _Silence. 10:44 AM._ “Hospital,” I said. Not question. “Why.” “Don’t care,” Adrian said. But he did. 97 BPM. “Don’t. Care.” _Thump._ Alex. Standing. From floor. Blocks dropped. _HOME_ scattered. “Is bad man sick,” Alex said. 6 years old. Smart. Too smart. Remembers. “Is he coming home?” _Silence. Kitchen. 10:45 AM._

I looked up when our front door ships opened hitting the wall. “I am dying.” Jayson groans. “Me to.” Braden whines. Leo and Alexi are behind them, and I see Alexi trying to hold in his laughter. Leo looks like he is about to pass out. Jayson and Alexi look pale, and I have a feeling these four boys are coming down with the shit I am getting over. Mom rolls her eyes as she tells them to lay down. I receive a call from Zoe asking if I had a house full of sick men. I told her yes and we both laughed. I have a twin using each of my thighs as a pillow. Mom smiles at them when she walks back in carrying a tray of her famous tea. It helps get someone over this shit quick.

, Smith yelled. " No! They will not. I will find a way for them . ", Vera challenged. " Let's see who will give shelter to you . ", Smith said confidently. Vera left the room and went out of his house furiously. ....................... "Mom! Alexa has a high fever again and she's unresponsive," Alesso cried, waiting for his mother in the homeless shelter. "What happened to Alexa?" Vera asked, noticing Alesso holding his sister and crying. "Mom, she's burning with fever," Alesso repeated, tears streaming down his face.

NOTE: THIS CHAPTER IS IN THE POV OF EVELARA'S EX-HUSBAND, CALLUM BROOKSBANE… IN THE BROOKSBANE PENT HOUSE, IN THE CITY OF VALTHERION... CALLUM BROOKSBANE “D-ad, It h-hu-urts…” Alex cried out, sweat kept dripping from his forehead, and he looked like he was about to vomit but couldn’t. And I stood there, helpless and frustrated, scratching my head… Three days, three fuc**ing days and he's been like this. All sickly, feverish, crying and whatnot.

so sorry Alex, please let's just go to the hospital " she said but Alex shook his head negatively He had given the sickness just 3 days to leave his body if not then he would get his doctor to come over but can never go to a hospital "but Alex, you have a high temperature please let's just go to the hospital" Alicia said again but he still shook his head Alicia noticed it was useless forcing him to go to the hospital, but seems like she will just manage like that for now but will have to take very good care of him Silver brought the warm water and left as she used it to clean Alex's upper body and cleaned the mess he made on the floor She sat on the floor putting her head on the bed as she s

He stopped it with his hand. “Enjoy your night with Tyler,” he said. “Just remember whose cum was dripping out of you a few hours ago.” Then he walked away. I shut the door and leaned against it, heart racing. Behind me Tyler asked if everything was okay. I told him yes. But nothing was okay. Outside in the hallway I heard Sophia’s voice calling Damon’s name, soft and sweet. And for the first time since Tyler arrived, I felt something close to panic. This house was too small for the four of us.

Shoving his hands down his pocket as he got halfway down the stairs, he began to mentally picture what the interior part of the fridge looked like and what he could have as a snack out of it. It was a Monday and as expected, he was home alone. His dad was off to work, leaving him, who had successfully graduate high school few days ago, home alone. Grabbing a bag of chips immediately he opened the fridge, he headed towards the living room. Plopping into the nearest seat, he grabbed the remote and turned on the TV. “Goodness!” Alex exclaimed as he stared at the TV screen in front of him, immediately reaching to change the channel. In front of him, were two guys kissing in the most passionate m

For Alex, whenever he came back from any school party with his drunk ass, he slept over at my house. As for me, well, if I ever felt too lonely in my house –which happened a lot after I watched any horror movie– I slept over his house. "Hey." I spoke up once I saw him seated on the couch. Both Chicken and him perked up at my voice. I slid off my backpack from my shoulder and threw it down near the couch. Alex eyed me with a narrowed gaze, his dirty blond hair messed up in every direction, almost as if he had been running his hands through it again and again. Judging from the look on his face, it was probably out of frustration.

“But everything’s fine. You don’t need to worry about it.” Lisa’s eyes narrowed slightly. “Is this about that guy at the mall? The one you and Mom saw?” Brie stiffened beside him, but Alex kept his expression neutral. “We’ll talk about it soon, I promise. For now, let’s just enjoy the day, okay?” Lisa didn’t look convinced, but she nodded, returning her attention to her half-eaten sandwich. Back home, the kids retreated to their rooms, exhausted from the day’s activities. Alex lingered in the living room, nursing a glass of whiskey as he stared out the window. The quiet hum of the house felt oppressive, a stark contrast to the laughter and energy of the afternoon.