How Old Is Alex Terrible Novels & Stories

Alex was as cold as she was, the only part of him moving was the vein popping out of his temple and his teeth grinding against each other. “Cat caught your tongue, huh? You don't even know Alex and yet you think you can replace me,” Brittany taunted her and laughed mechanically. Alex was still cold as stone, his mouth opened again to warm her but he couldn't form words, anger coursed through his very being. “You're shocked aren't you? Well, it's true. You don't know that Alex is a murderer. He killed his own parents, his biological parents when he was just eighteen years old," she said, then with a cruel smile, she began to narrate how it all happened.

But I understood because I was also keeping something from him. I closed my eyes ready to go to sleep. “He was only eleven Lana,” Alex started. I jerked up from the bed and sat attentively with my legs crisscrossed and elbows on them. Alex burst out laughing and I did as well. “What?” I asked. He said the way I bounced up was quite hilarious. “How old were you?” I asked him. “I had just turned twenty. Merlin was only five years old,” he said. My eyes widened in the realization that I too was only five years old when he was twenty.

Jack walked over to the bed and she followed slowly. Up close, she could see the younger version of Jack. Alexander was drop dead gorgeous, he was beautiful in fact. Long eyelashes caressed the lids, a long, pointed nose and small, full lips. No doubt he would be the center of attention of women. " Uh... Alex is... a bit sick, just so you know " He said quietly, looking uneasy. " Sick? How do you mean? " She probed. " Uh... He was involved in a big, terrible accident 3 years back and had not been himself since then ".

He swallowed the lump in his throat, his heart aching with guilt so deep it made his stomach hurt. “Hey, don’t say that,” he said softly, reaching out to hold Henry’s hand. “She didn’t mean to hurt you.” But the boy turned his face away, tears already rolling down. “I hate her,” he whispered. Alex shut his eyes, the words cutting into him like knives. He couldn’t blame the boy not after what he’d seen, what he’d lived with the past week. He stood up suddenly, grabbed his wallet, and rushed outside. He didn’t even care that his hair was messy or that he still wore yesterday’s clothes. He needed to fix something — anything for him.

“I’m from Silver Fangs pack,” “A human in a wolf pack?” “Yes, wolves and humans co-exist there,” “What’s your age?” I looked at him wondering why is he asking such a question. “I’m… eighteen,” “Eighteen?” he raised one of his eyebrows. He must’ve sensed that I lied. “In four months,” I said. His lips curled in a smile. I can see that Alex finds me interesting. The skies started rumbling and, in a few minutes, it started to rain heavily. I look at Alex and he’s having a strange look on his face.

Was the next question he asked . " Tomorrow " Alex replied " Really? Wow!" He wanted to jump up and down. He wanted to dance like he used to Whenever he was happy but he knew he was old already and there are things he shouldn't do any more. Even though, he had a 30's body, he was over a thousand years and he should have some respect for himself in front of younger generations.. so he bottled in, his happiness and replied as calm as he could. " Yes uncle. So tell the others to prepare. We are all leaving tomorrow "

"Also, are you forgetting she's practically a child?" "She's twenty, for the moon's sake, Alaris. Not some teen." He rolled his eyes, and since he was Alex, he got away with it. "Yeah, twenty!" I almost screamed at him from across the desk to prove my point. "That makes her… what? Eight years younger than me. It's eight freaking years, Alex." "So?" He shrugged as if it was no big deal. "It's only eight. Not even eighteen. And you are here acting like you are eighty years older than her." He rolled his eyes once again.

He said twirling his Beretta in his hands as the scared man latched his eyes on his face and said, “It’s Alex sir.” “Don’t care, don’t give a damn. How old do you say your child is?” He asked as he tapped the Beretta on his knees, waiting for an answer. “Two sir.” He replied, getting his hopes up. Maybe his boss would let him off the hook this time around. “And she has a mum….am I correct?” He added as Alex shook his head and replied, “Her mum left us when she was a baby. She stays with my grandmother.” Alex replied as XD nodded his head and said,

It was obvious. Matthew quickly looked away upon meeting Alex’s sharp eyes. "What about you, Matty? I haven't heard anything about you having a girlfriend. Are you following in your cousin's footsteps as well?" Margaret turned her attention to her other grandson. "Grandma, I’m still young and haven’t even graduated yet. Alex is already too old. Please don’t compare me to him," Matthew muttered, feeling wronged. Alex, who had been sitting across from them like a mighty king, turned grim upon hearing Matthew call him old. He was only twenty-eight!

Jesus Christ Alex! “Thank you, Benita”, “Don't fucking talk to me, or I'll kill you before whoever out there those”, she leaves the parlor and into the room. It's sad and weird and disturbing to see Alexander. Alex and I were meant to marry. I know I'm only 18, but we got engaged last year and he promised to marry me on my 18th birthday. And on that day, at the altar, I was left alone, with no sight of Alex. He abandoned me for another woman. Alex is 25. And to watch him destroy his life pains me to see. It's just sad. “You can sleep on the couch”, was the only solution I could offer to him at the moment.