Total Drama World Tour Alejandro Novels & Stories

They will be ashamed of it themselves, and they know it's wrong, and it's them who should be ashamed, never me! "Hirr..." I don't know what else he was going to say, but that doesn't even matter. *Ah! You're MINE!* with Alejandro's possessive growl in the video, I finally mustered up the courage to make the vow of rejection... "I, Hirre Monreal, future Alpha of Tyranny Pack, reject you, Alejandro Lionheart, as my mate." "No! Hirrie, how dare you!" Alejandro ran at me in a rage, and he tried to strangle me. But soon, someone appeared to stop him, it was Tyranny's beta.

he asked, his tone light but laced with curiosity. I shifted in my seat, rolling the words in my head. Recognize Elena? I wasn’t doing this out of some romantic ideal. I wasn’t the kind of man who wore his heart on his sleeve. “Because it’s time,” I replied curtly. “She needs to fit into my world and learn to protect herself from people like Marco.” Alejandro threw his head back and laughed harder, a sound that echoed in the confined space of the car. “Protect herself? Seriously? This isn’t about Marco. This is about sending a message to that Drew guy, isn’t it?”

"I am Alejandro." "Elena." She shook his hand. His palm was big and it immediately swallowed hers. Years of surfboarding made his hand rough. He held her hand a second too long, and she felt his thumb brush her wrist. She swallowed nervously. "Elena." Alejandro repeated, rolling the name out slowly in the way that she admittedly liked. "Are you here alone?" "Yes. I'm on a two-week vacation from America." "A beautiful woman alone in Spain." He smiled, his green blue eyes never leaving hers. "Have you ever surfed before?"

"Don't kid me, Xander. I'm seriously losing my sanity with all this shit you're pulling." "I don't care what you think," he then searched out some remote control and promptly turned on the television, news channel. "One thing before I come out here, my mother is not a bitch, you Goddamned!" He dashed out of the place as Clyde was now caught up with the big news on the TV. The world is clamorous right now because of the revealed dirt behind Alejandro's name.

Does Alessandro have an ex-wife who has already left this world? Or maybe… left his world.

Matini commanded in a low voice. "M... Derulo" Alejandro called out walking up to Matini. "Jandro leave my house" Matini commanded in a loud voice, but immediately felt the hands of Alejandro wrapped around him. "You said you want me" Alejandro stuttered. "You can have me... Derulo." He said moving to his front. Looking into his eyes, he hesitated but took off his shirt, revealing toned muscle, smooth skin and sexy six pack. Alejandro loosen his belt and immediately his trouser fell

Alejandro was deep in a conversation with one of his comrades, completely ignoring two girls who were vying for his attention. "God, he is so sexy," Beth groaned as if it hurt to gaze at him. At this point, her hair was a mess, and her left heel was on the bar counter. At least her makeup still looked incredible. I looked down at the counter, because I knew that if I looked at him again, I would stare. Alejandro is the type of man you can't help but stare at; his energy is...different. But in a good way? I feel guilty for saying yes.

Alejandro was already there, leaning against the counter like a shadow in a designer suit. "You're still here?" I asked, grabbing the espresso. "I figured you’d be halfway to the club by now." "I figured you’d still be tangled in the dancer's sheets." "He wore me out. You’re missing the best game in town, brother. But more for me." "I'll pass." "Will you? You’ve been a prick since I got back from the European packs. You sure you don't just need to get laid?" Alejandro drained his cup, his jaw tight. He wouldn't look at me. He only used that flat, dead tone when he was hiding a kill. "I'm fine," he clipped.

he responds, “I’m only taking you to a place where we’ll enjoy the most peaceful seven days of our lives.” I chuckle humorlessly. “Really?” He nods. “And what do you intend to tell your brother when we return, huh? That we wasted all this time away from home and couldn’t catch a single low ranking soldier who stole from the family?” Alejandro tips his head to the side, his lips twitching. And then he heaves out a breath and leans back into his seat, one leg crossing over the other. “Well. . .” he breathes, “I’ve been in this game long enough to make anything and anyone disappear, Maria, if you know what I mean.”

The sight of it stirred something in all of them—hope. As they descended, pack warriors noticed them, and the word spread fast. By the time they reached the edge of the dock, Alexandro himself stepped down from the ship to meet them. His eyes locked onto Edward and Jacob—and then landed on their father. “Lord Alaric,” Alexandro said. “Alpha Alexandro,” the older man replied. There was no tension this time, only shared urgency. “I brought help,” Alaric said. “This is Ysolde.” Alexandro studied her, surprised. “The witch?”