Primo Alexandria Novels & Stories

He decides to turn onto his other side, the dark of the room doing nothing for the way his mind conjures up demons. Alexander is there, his body outlined by the faint light coming in through the window. It's strangely calming, Adom's eyes starting to droop. He feels a lurch in their tether, like the splash of a koi fish as it ducks from unsuspecting eyes. "Are you afraid?" Adom asks, the night making him braver. He knows Alexander's heard him but the reply comes much later, when Adom is falling back asleep. "A little," Alexander confesses. Adom hadn't realized that he had made Alexander bare his soul to him twice already, the thought now more than a little staggering. Alexander is an alpha l

Chef Austin continues with the announcing of the ranking. As the third and fourth rankings were announced, Alexandria was surprised that they placed fifth with a grade of 85%. Chef Austin then tells Alexandria that Mr. Cruz just saved her after giving a slightly convincing explanation about their work. If it wasn’t for him, their grading might have been below 80%.

I wanted someone who I would never get bored of the way I never got bored of staring at a screen while coding and programming something. The doors of the elevator parted and I groaned internally. Leaning against the wall with a foot propped up was Tory—Miranda's sister. Miranda stood opposite her sister with her arms crossed and a heeled foot tapping the carpeted floor. Quinn rocked on the balls of her feet as she spoke to her friend, Priyanka, rather animatedly. "What are all of you doing here?" I asked when I was near enough to not scream the question. As if just noticing Odette and I, four pairs of eyes landed on me and then dropped to Odette in the wheelchair.

“Who the hell does that?” My voice was low but venomous. “Other women would kill for a chance with me. They throw themselves at my feet like I’m some kind of god.” And why wouldn’t they? I’m Damien Alexandros. The first and only son of The Alexandros—Italy’s richest family, owners of one of the most powerful hotel empires in the world. When I walk into a room, people stand straighter, or bow. Hell, I’ve seen jaws drop. Was it my looks?

AURELIA….. “He's the son of Alpha Dax. He's a bastard. There is no surprise that his son is a rapist. Because he was famous in his time for forcing on young girls. He's still the same. If you go to the Alpha King to seek justice he will never help you. Because Alpha Dax is powerful and he works with Rafael Romano. Alpha King won't mess with him. It's not the first time his son did something like that. He had many cases on his name. But no one takes action.” Beta Jacob informed me.

His hand slid down Alexander’s spine, and gold lines appeared. “What are you doing to him?!” Lorgan didn’t even glance my way. “He’s already dying, Levi. I'm sure you must have noticed the crack. Alexander roared, his claws tearing the floor. He pressed his palm harder against Alexander’s back. “Now listen. Listen to what your Primus hides from you.” He started reciting some things. The curse on Alex's back. I couldn’t catch most of it — the sounds warped, echoing in my head. My vision spun.

Chapter Eighteen: Portraits in firelight Weeks of travel through fog draped forests and candlelit inns brought Isabelle and Alexander to Prague’s ancient streets. There, behind wrought-iron gates, they found the Ember Vault: a hidden alcove beneath the Charles Bridge’s eastern arch, accessed by the silver key.

Maria's eyes widened in recognition, “I knew it was you” “Green witch, still alive? How... Quaint” Jasper bristled. “Who is that?“ Caspian finally moved, stepping half a pace in front of me. “Alexandria” he said flatly, “You shouldn't be here” “And yet...“ she replied lightly, eyes moving towards my path, “Here I am” Her stare locked onto mine and something inside me tightened... “So... You're the girl huh? Hale” Alexandria whispered, “The blood everyone is talking about, you've returned”

that made Sophia, a woman used to bullying everyone in her path, feel suddenly small and exposed. "However," Helena continued, her tone shifting just a fraction toward authority, "Alexander’s needs come before all else. He requires stability. He requires a wife who is above reproach. Priscilla has been groomed for this alliance since she was a child. She is the light my son needs in his... secluded world."

He walked to the table beside the bed, picked up the laptop that I had hidden so many times, and came back to my side. "I need to show you something. But you have to promise me you'll stay calm." "I can't promise that, Ale." "At least try." I bit my lip. I nodded. Alexandro opened the laptop. His fingers moved quickly across the keyboard, typing an address I had never seen before. A string of random numbers and letters. Then he pressed enter. The laptop screen turned black. But not ordinary black. Pitch black, like a sky without stars. Then slowly, white text appeared, like a shopping list at a supermarket.