Total Drama Island Alejandro Novels & Stories

Neither one of them was actually his friend, and I could tell by Alessandro’s body language that the feeling was mutual. “There would be no better place than a private plane,” the Cartel said, looking at me. He raised an eyebrow, and Alessandro nodded at me to get up. “You wanted to tell me something?” “Yes, my wife,” he said, looking at me as he wrapped an arm around my waist. “Valerie Morozov…”

Her voice, ethereal and sharp, echoed through the thick air, slicing into the fabric of magic that guarded the cursed island. As she whispered the final incantation, a crack formed in the luminous wall—small, fleeting, but enough for one to pass. “He must go now!” Ysolde cried, her voice urgent. “Only one—only the strongest.” Everyone turned to Alexandro. Without hesitation, the Alpha King shed his robe and stepped forward. His eyes burned with conviction, the winds howling around him as if answering his call. The others—Kiara, Jacob, Edward, Nivera, Valerian, and even Serena’s father—watched in silence, holding their breath as Alexandro tilted his head skyward. His body shimmered and began

I brought my face to the front and saw Alchy punch Ramage to the ground. “Are you okay?” I swiftly turned to the right, and my eyes met Zygo’s; he was holding my shoulder. My drowsiness suddenly disappeared, and even if I did not feel good, I nodded to Zygo’s question. “You monster! You are still alive!” Zygo and I immediately turned ahead, and I could clearly see how Alchy was raining blows on Ramage, who was already lying on the ground. “Captain Alejandro died because of your selfishness!” Alchy shouted. I can feel the hatred and sadness in his voice. I was shocked and couldn’t move my own feet.

Alejandro had gone out for a drink with Miguel and Dante, Sia and Coco were at his end catching up on old times when Jovena waltzed in as if she owned the place. ~~~~ “Where the hell is that gold-digging bitch!" She screamed as Zoëlla and her friends came out of the pool area. “How may we help you?" Dante asked. “There you are, you think Alejandro would dump me for your, darling you're wrong, his dad likes me and would do everything to get me married to him not a domestic bitch like you." She insulted.

When he is mad he is ranting towards Dwight who left the responsibility to him. After all the hurdles in everyone, we are finally getting to the bottom of everything. Alejandro is finally settled with his life, family, career, and his in-laws. Alison was happy to see his brother finally settled and happy. She blames herself for stopping his happiness, luckily the woman right for her was just next to their family.

Alejandro questioned, his tone cold and demanding. Nervously, Marisa replied, "I just came to pray, Alejandro. Please, I didn't mean to cause any trouble." Alejandro smirked, a sinister amusement playing on his face as he noticed her unease. "You're lying, Marisa," he stated with certainty, his voice cutting through the strained air. "You're lying," Alejandro repeated, his gaze unwavering. "You came here because you feel guilty, don't you? Guilty for the death of your boyfriend, Dave, or whatever his name is."

“Thank you for taking care of me, Damian.” “Damian, do you love your life? If yes, I want you out in this kitchen, RAPIDO!” Alejandro said with visible anger in his deep voice. He is giving Damian a deedly stare while holding the spatula. “Ha?” Damian and I look at him dumbfounded. Then Damian as if he was struck by a lightning he moved faster than flash. Second pass by he was now nowhere to be found. “And you woman,” Alejandro looked at me pointing the spatula in my direction. “I gave you everything, and yet you never smile at me like how you smile to Damian.” Alejandro said and his giving me an intense stare.

Had he been cheating the entire time? Alison let me get a hold of myself as we stared silently at the television. The name Alejandro Costa was boldly written on the bottom. I picked up the TV remote control and increased the volume just in time to hear the journalist's report on whatever had happened. I craned my neck in surprise when I registered what she was saying. Alejandro Costa had returned to Florida.

He had to get to Elena before it was too late. Alejandro, sitting in the back of the boat, let out a bitter laugh. “You really think you can just walk onto that island and take her back?” Dino shot him a sharp look. “Watch me.” Alejandro smirked but said nothing. The wind howled around them. The air was thick with tension. Then, through the mist, the island appeared. A dark, forbidding silhouette against the night sky. Sanchez’s fortress of secrets. --- Elena’s Escape Attempt

He seemed to be the same man she had known before what Dino had said. But Dino had told her: Alejandro is not who you think he is. That idea took root in her mind. She now knew Alejandro was a mafioso, but to what extent? What was her husband truly capable of? How far could he go? Isabela lowered her hand, gripping her skirt under the tablecloth to hide her nervousness. Alejandro couldn’t suspect anything about her doubts and fears. After breakfast with his family, Alejandro said goodbye and left for work. —Work? Since when is ordering someone’s death a job? —her thoughts tangled in her head between disappointment, fear, and disgust.