Perfectly Tragic Alex Grayson Pdf Novels & Stories

Jayden said coming out of the darkness. “Jayden you cannot stop it, I have seen it," Alexandra said. She slowly walked down the stairs and meant Jayden at the bottom. She touched his face and smiled. “Your life will be spared.” “Why are her eyes gray if she isn’t destined to be a vampire like me?” Jayden questioned. “That I haven't seen,” Alexander said. “But you see her die?” Garrett asked. “Yes.” “When?” Jayden asked before Garrett could. “I do not know.” She spoke. “Your mortal is stirring in your room Garrett I'd go to her now.”

The familiar stranger of the other night walked in, dressed up in a two-piece pitch black suit that reflected the jet black color of his hair and emphasised the rare grey color of his eyes. This is a dream. I'm dreaming. No, I'm having a nightmare. His eyes landed on me and I froze completely, forgetting how to breathe as my pulse thundered so loud in my ears. “Zayn Cole Santiago.”

Anastasia's POV I sit in my car for a full five minutes after leaving the café, my hands gripping the steering wheel, trying to steady my breathing. What is happening to me? Alexander Grayson is supposed to be a means to an end. A tool I'm using to get close to Liam,to clear my name, to destroy the people who destroyed me. He's the brother of the woman I was accused of killing, the man who pushed for my prosecution, who wanted me convicted.

She’d thought the humiliation at the gala was the worst thing that could happen. She’d been wrong. This was worse. Being destroyed by strangers was one thing. But being destroyed by the people she lived with? The people who were supposed to be, what? Her family? Her husband? That was something else entirely. Leslie pulled her knees to her chest and cried until she had nothing left. Until she was empty. Until she was numb. And somewhere in that darkness, something inside her shifted. Not hope. She had no hope left. But something harder. Colder.

Advisor Gus said through the phone, his voice shaky. I could hear the tremor every time he spoke. Not the kind of tremor that came from pain or sickness. It was the tremor that came from being old. The shakiness was somewhat calm and reassuring to listen to. He was indeed my late parents' trusted advisor. He continued. An elder wouldn't blatantly go against an Alpha if he didn't know her weakness. He would go against your weakness first.” Weakness? Does that mean he also wanted to harm Kyra?

His dark eyes staring intensely at me, like he is observing me very carefully just like am to him. "Alexa" He bends down to my height, slowly brushes the edge of my right cheek with his calloused index finger which causes my skin to crawl in discomfort. "You see that clock over there? Can you hear the ticking?" He bites his bottom lip and I watch as he drags his tomb across the wetness of them "that clock is a physical embodiment of time, that every tick, every little sound brings us closer to the end of a new dawn." He squats down to my height and my eyes follow suit, not taking my gaze off him for even just a second. "You see Alexa, time is very fragile and unstable, every little curve, ev

I switch it on then looking for entertainment news or show then suddenly a news caught my attention. ‘Breaking news one of the hottest supermodel now in America Miss Shane Sandoval is in a relationship now with her co-model Alexa Gray.’ My tears ran down to my face immediately watching Shane’s interview together with her new partner. They’re so sweet together, like a perfect couple of the century. I stand up but my legs are shaking and my body is trembling in anger. I'm lost now. I lost the woman that I love so dearly with all of my heart because of that one stupid mistake.

A deep, broken sound that tore through the rain like something ripped straight out of a man’s chest. Against my better judgment, I turned. And there he was, Alex. He stood a few feet away from the grave, his shoulders shaking as he cried openly into the handkerchief pressed against his face. His suit was immaculate, his posture slumped just enough to look devastated, his entire body radiating the image of a man destroyed by grief. For a moment, just one weak, treacherous moment my heart hesitated. Could I have been wrong? Could the man standing there be the same one who had lit that match? The same man who had watched the flames swallow me without hesitation?

Fear gripped me as I rushed to the door, praying Alexandra wouldn’t wake up. What I heard next tore my world apart. “You want honeycombs but can’t handle the bee stings? Enough talk, go inside and bring out my baby!” Grayson’s furious voice thundered as he extended his arm towards my house. His words struck hard. I had known this day would come, but not so soon. Alexandra was a part of me, my everything. Losing her would feel like losing a piece of my soul. Before I could respond, Grayson barked orders at the three men and one woman standing behind him.

Still looked at him as if he were the one who had pushed her off that balcony. He could have explained. He could have told her the truth but he decided not to because he needed her to hate him. Her love had always made him weak. And Alexander Gray couldn’t afford to be weak anymore. Not when his father had put a gun to his own temple after suffering financial ruin at the hands of Ophelia’s family. Not when his mother had spent years drowning in grief, living in a house where every memory was a reminder of her suffering. Not when Wren had come to him, tears in her eyes, telling him how Ophelia had pushed his mother down the stairs.