One Night Surprise Novel Alexander の小説・ストーリー

I hate how much of an effect he has on me. “What’s up?” I ask. “I need you to trust me. Get in the car. I have a surprise for you.” I blink in surprise. He’s the one who sent the car? Alexander isn’t the kind of man who does surprises. He’s methodical, practical, always in control. This… this feels so unlike him. “A surprise?” I ask skeptically. “What’s going on?” “You’ll see,” he replies. “Just get in the car, Mia. I promise, you’ll like it.”

I groaned when I was certain I could no longer force myself back to sleep, stretching like a chihuahua on its last life before I realized I was alone, the mold of Alexander’s body beside me still fresh in the sheets. The glass of the alarm clock on the bedside table faded in and out of view briefly before my eyes focused and I found that it was well past noon. “Eek!” I yelped, springing out of bed like a hopper running from grubby hands, and let the water run over my body in the washroom, before throwing on a spare pair of leather pants and pairing it with one of Alexander’s heavy-duty trench coats. Last night was great, but today was going to be even better because I had a surprise for him.

“I wondered how long it would take before someone used that title around me.” Cold moved through me. “What does that mean?” She glanced at the half-open drawer beside the desk. “Alexander never mentioned me?” That was enough. No woman asks that question without history attached. And suddenly my body understood before my mind wanted to: this was not random. “What are you to him?” I asked. Before she answered, Alexander entered behind me. He stopped instantly when he saw her. And for the first time that night, his face changed in genuine surprise. Not strategic surprise.

She tried the handle before she knocked. “Alex? Are you okay?” she asked him. “Mom?” she heard. ***** After dinner, he headed to bed. He tried to keep his eyes open because he wasn’t mentally prepared for another nightmare or vision but as soon as he got on his bed, his eyes started to close. He closed his eyes and he found himself on the lonely road again. This time, nobody came, not even the woman that he was expecting to see. The house wasn’t burning anymore and when he moved close to the house, he saw a basket under the wooden floors. He opened the basket and saw a baby there. He was extremely surprised, wondering why somebody would bury a baby in all of this commotion. He decided to tak

Why was Alexander in front of my house at seven pm, all dressed up with flowers and a card? "What's going on?" I questioned, remembering I had forgotten to be civil enough to render a greeting, but that didn't matter at this point. What matters is what the occasion for this surprise was. "And Good evening to you too, Katya." His sarcasm was whole and tangible and I rolled my eyes, I knew he was going to make a big deal out of it. I leaned on my doorframe and sighed, "What do you want, Alex?" I questioned with a playful giggle.

Mr Vincent enters the room “Good morning, sleepyhead” I sat up “What happened last night”? “You had a little too much to drink. But don't worry, I took care of you” smirking. My mind races as I try to remember what transpired. Author’s POV: Alexander lies in bed, staring at the ceiling. The events of the previous day weigh heavily on his mind. He knows something isn't right, but he can't quite put his finger on it. As the sun rises, Alexander is left with more questions than answers.

Jingfei mumbled while smiling and her eyelids were half-open. Alexander was left dumbfounded when the young lady’s arms let go of his neck and she then went back to sleep, “What the heck was that?” Alexander thought while staring at the young lady who was sleeping soundly again. "Dammit! You always surprise me, young lady!" He mumbled and stole another steamy kiss from the sleeping beauty. After separating from the kiss, Alexander stared at the young lady, appreciating her peaceful and alluring face.

He is sitting and pressing his head. She must have been confused, but she didn't say anything. Alexander's head pressure was giving her peace. She went to sleep again. Alexander continued to press his head for a long time. Until then, his blue eyes were showing sleepiness. He slowly raised Isabella's head. And he lowered his hand, taking the crotch towards this doll. He closed his eyes while looking at her. "Yes?" Both husband and wife were sleeping when the door was knocked. "Anna is coming. It is on the way. I want to surprise you. It was a good thing that he called me first and told me; otherwise, Alta would have surprised herself.

Because as Alexander had said, in the end he dies, it is just the way he dies that differs. ................................................................................................. That night, I couldn't sleep. I had too many thoughts, too many emotions clawing at my chest. For some reason, instead of going to the library- I went to Alexander's room. Sliding open the door softly so it won't make any noise. I was shocked when I discovered he was awake. He was sitting near the window, a glass of whiskey in his hand. His gaze flicked to me, but he didn't look surprised. "Couldn't sleep?" he murmured.

I glanced at the scattered papers on the coffee table, my mind jumping to the project details we still needed to review. A smile played at the corners of his mouth. "I have a surprise." That smile spelled trouble. The good kind of trouble that usually left me unable to walk straight the next day. My pulse quickened. "Alright. Should I pack anything specific?" His only response was that infuriating smirk as he disappeared back into the bedroom, leaving me to wonder what exactly he had planned. With Alexander Knight, surprises could mean anything from a helicopter ride to being tied to the bed for hours. I grabbed my suitcase and started packing, mind racing with possibilities. Alexander's sur