New Alex Cross Book Novels & Stories

He wants Axel to publish his book so that everyone can read the dark story of his life, and make the book a best seller that all readers will be crazy about. In a bit of a dirty way, Axel finally accepted the deal. Alex didn't want the money from selling books at all. He gave Axel all his publishing royalties and let him use them to get the woman he had loved for a long time. But as a guarantee, if Axel breaks the agreement, Alex has the man's black record in the past. An accidental violence committed by Axel on one of the whore at the bar becomes Alex's weapon to control Axel. He couldn't let someone who knew about his past roam freely. The past was like a bloody wound for him. And the nove

With Alex being exonerated and her book sitting on the New York Times Best Seller List, the future looked as bright as the skyline of New York City on a dazzling summer’s afternoon. From her kitchen’s eastside view, neither Alex nor Rachel could see the dark clouds forming to the west. New York summer storms could be brutal, but the intensity of the loudest thunder was not nearly as terrifying as what Rachel heard when she finally forced her finger to hit the connect key. “Rachel. We have a problem,”

The maid knocked and disappeared before an answer could be heard from the otherside. I didn’t wait. I pushed the door open, my hand clutching the weapon inside my coat. “Ahh Mr Cruz.” He stood up from behind his desk, his hand hovering over the piece to the side of him, anticipating my next move. “I was wondering when I would be seeing you again.” He snarled at me. I paced forward, pulling my nine millimetre from my coat, pointing it directly at his forehead. Simultaneously, Luciano matched my movements, the shimmering metal in his hand was focused on me.

Alexa whispered. "Why don't you introduce us, Peter? the man said with a smirk. "Well, she's my secretary, Alexandria Akins, Alexa meets the big boss, CEO of Cross Cooperationn, Mr. Xander Cross," Peter introduced. 'Stop making me feel awkward!!, oh my goodness, you've finally done it Alexa you're gonna lose your job,' she said inwardly. "Uh...I've gotta go," Alexa said while scrambling away from them. 'You can run but you can't hide, I'm finally gonna get my revenge,' Xander said as his pink lips curved upwards.

Armor disguised as grace. Lena arrived last. I saw her from across the room, dark curls tucked into a sleek twist, a navy suit that fit like it had been measured in whispers. She didn’t smile when our eyes met. Lena Alvarez, the woman who dismantled a tech conglomerate with a single article, and made a hedge fund CEO cry on live TV. She didn’t need warmth to be dangerous. Just facts, and the scent of blood. “Juliana Cross,” she said as she stopped in front of me.

it was written in bold letters. NAME : ALEX AMOUNT : $130000 Hmm now this bro is gonna get hit right now he better get his ass ready!.

But today, that same image looked brittle, like glass about to shatter. The anchor’s voice echoed through the silence. > “Anonymous documents leaked overnight suggest that Damian Cross, current CEO of Cross Enterprises, built his empire using assets under the name Marcus Blackwell. Sources claim the business giant may have hidden his identity for over a decade following a mysterious family tragedy—” She couldn’t listen anymore. She turned the TV off and sank deeper into the couch, her mind spinning. The night before still felt like a wound that hadn’t stopped bleeding — Marcus’s smirk, Damian’s silence, the word blood ringing in her ears like a curse.

‎And Kiean, I could swear that he had suits on but now the blazer was gone, glossy strands kept flying against his forehead and both sleeves of his white shirt had been rolled up. ‎Inspite of my shameless self, I couldn't help but notice the little spiralling veins in those big forearms. My gaze trailed up to his clothed biceps and as I caught sight of the muscles bulging underneath, I was suddenly ridden with the thought of how it would feel like to touch them. ‎My bet was the softness of bread. ‎Alyssa! What are you doing, you freak! ‎ I sighed heavily as if to clear my mind from my dirty thoughts as I shifted my cane to the other hand.

"Well played." He lowered the glass, staring blankly at the closed doors, his eyes gleaming with a decades-old, festering hatred that was finally, beautifully tasting blood. The utter devastation of Aria Hale was merely a convenient casualty. The true target had always been the men sitting on the throne. "Alfred Cross," the man whispered into the dark, his voice a chilling, deadly promise. "Damian Cross. The mighty, untouchable kings of New York." He took a slow, agonizingly deliberate sip of his liquor, savoring the burn.

“You moved fast, Mr. George. Faster than I expected.” Alex sat up. “Who is this?” “The Benefactor,” the voice said. Simple. No flourish. Alicia’s breath caught. “You’re not in Geneva,” Alex said. “You’re in Texas.” A small laugh. “You’re learning. Good. It will make this more interesting.” “What do you want?” Alicia asked. “What I’ve always wanted,” the voice said. “The Dickson line. Unbroken. Untainted. And you, Ms. Dickson, are trying to break it.”