Novel & Cerita How Old Is Alex Terrible

My plan for Alex Oliver was to make him as simple as the next man beside us. Alex wasn't hot—he was cute. Alex didn't have any flashy cars—he had a bicycle. He wasn't the CEO of any billionaire company, just a normal twenty seven year old doing his normal stuff.

“Any news on Elsie?” Kate nodded. “But it's bad news. Her parents died and her aunt took away to another city” I exhaled sharply, staring at Alex in the distance. “The truth. I'm sure he can handle it” I quickly disagreed. “What? No! He's five years old” Kate chuckled and it made me wonder what was so funny. “Alex might be five, but he has the brain of a ten years old” She wasn't wrong. I knew he was more intelligent than kids his age but this……

He didn't smile. Jackson was amused. Most kids were scared of his cold aura, but this little guy was calm. "Where are your parents, kid?" "My mommy is outside," Alex replied. "She is the most beautiful woman in the world." "And your daddy?" Jackson asked, a strange curiosity taking over him. Alex's face darkened slightly. He straightened his little suit. "My mommy says my daddy died five years ago. He went to a far away place called 'Hell'." Jackson was stunned.

"Could you tell me more about Alex? Which pack or group is he a part of?" The old woman's expression shifted back to one of seriousness. "An excellent question," she acknowledged. "Alex is somewhat of an anomaly in our world. He was born without a pack or community; an orphan, a rogue. He learned to fight and survive on his own, gathering other rogues and outcasts to form his own pack. Despite his origins, he is formidable, known for his cruelty and willingness to go to extreme lengths, even harming children. His followers are well-trained and highly skilled, fiercely loyal to him. They see him as a protector of weak werewolves, which only adds to his danger. He has amassed a significant fol

“Hey, sis,’ Alex said, coming to me and sitting down beside me with a grin on his face. He needed something from me; I knew it. Whenever he needed my help, that’s how he always behaved. Alex is a seven-year-old boy who has full silver-white hair and blue eyes. He was a short boy with pink lips and bright features, and he had the same similarities as my father. He is lively and optimistic, but he loves to be rough and is quite messy. Today he acts cute. The next day, he is a stubborn brat. He is my little brother and an Alpha.

7. Tessa's POV Was I happy? No. Did it make me feel better? No. Did I enjoy it? Hell yeah! To be frank, I didn't like hurting Alex. But you have to understand me. For seven years, I have been trying to avoid him and now he thinks I will just smile at him and pretend that all was okay? Hell no. I even wonder why he isn't married yet. Hasn't he found his mate after all those years? How old is he? Twenty three? Twenty four. Yeah, twenty four.

She's just so worried her friend might get caught up in some trouble again "Don’t worry so much about me girlfriend. Alex isn’t as bad as you all think of him. He has been through so much all his life. And I believe with time he will come back to his normal state" Lucy assured calmly Alex lost his parents when he was still very young. He has been grieving over their death for twenty-five years now, so it’s possible he became as he is now because of all that Lucy doesn’t see Alex as a bad person. But rather, someone who has gone through a tough time and needs help

Serena threw her cutleries noisily on the table earning a stare from Alex who gave her a wicked smirk, " Are you fucking serious right now? Are you my parents who gave birth to me?" She growled at him, her voice rising. Alex chuckle now he know how to get her mad easily, he had believed her when she told him she was twenty two, but wanted to tease her, " relax, I was just joking"

Tyler let out a sharp breath, running a hand through his hair as he looked between us. “What are you people doing? This is—” “I might be anything,” Alex cut in, his voice firm, stopping Tyler before he could continue. “But I have never been a scared kitten. And I have never been a coward.” The words landed hard. Alex stepped forward slightly, his eyes dark but clear. “Not being with her… running away from her… falling deeper into whatever this is—” he gestured vaguely, frustration slipping through “ just because of some prophecy?” He shook his head.

Those Hollywood movies does make it seem that way after all. To be sincere, Alex felt quite excited about the whole prospect of being a vampire. He doesn't really have anything good going for him. His parents died when he was 3 and the only guardian he has which is his uncle goes on week long business trips. They hardly see each other, so to themselves they were more like strangers. No girlfriend No best friend In fact, he had no friends or even enemies, so his life was just pretty boring. Until now. Things may finally be turning up, and Alex was really curious how all this was going to play out.