Total Drama World Tour Alejandro Novels & Stories

She wasn't scared of him last time when he raised his hand on her, nor did she asked him to leave her for the sake of mercy. She rather kept quite than reacting to his attack. He didn't see a single hint of fear in her eyes when he was choking her but when he saw her vulnerable eyes for only a weapon being taken away from her, something in him kicked in. He was so evil... so very evil! But still Genelia was in the moment of confusion there. Alejandro was rumoured to be a man who tortures even the dead. She heard how he kills one before torturing to the core.

Alejandro simply ignored it and looked him over. "Let’s see how strong the future Beta of this pack is." He remarked. Damon looked surprised and I frowned. What was his problem? "Sure, that would actually be an honour. I’ve heard about your impressive abilities," Damon said, pulling his shirt off. Raven admired him appreciatively and I simply smiled. Damon was perfectly toned, with chiselled abs and a defined V... But when Alejandro pulled his shirt off, it distracted me completely. I now noticed the huge tattoo of a skeletal hooded grim reaper, reaping the soul of a wolf spread across his entire back. It had plenty of smaller details that incorporated and linked to the tribal designs around

Every now and then he leaned down and whispered in my ear, “You’re stealing the spotlight tonight.” I straightened my back. “Because you wrapped me up like a Christmas present.” He let out a low chuckle and kissed my temple. “You’re not a present, Maya. You’re temptation.” I gave his chest a gentle push, trying not to smile too cynically. We hadn’t even been standing in the room for five minutes when someone approached us—his steps calm, his smile like a portrait from a darker age. Alejandro. He looked exactly the same as the last time I saw him. Silver hair neatly styled, black suit flawless, and his eyes—oh God, his eyes—like a pit too calm to trust. Like if you fell into them, you’d never

He asked teasingly as he began to unbuckle his belt, then he dragged down his pants and his hard dick came into view. Marisa came back to her senses, and she shot him a glare. "Uncuff me right now and let me out of this fucking place!" She said, trying so hard to free her hands. “I'm not uncuffing you until I prove to you who I am," Alejandro replied. "Remember you asked how I'm going to prove that to you? Well, I'm gonna fúck you like I want to kill you, and I won't be nice,” he whispered gravely into her ear, and she stiffened. One look at Alejandro's face and Marisa knew she was done for.

— he said proudly. “So that tour guide thing was all drama?” — Ceyda asked. “You can say that.” — he smiled. “But I missed an important character of my life.” — Alejandro added “Tell me, I’m curious to know.” — Ceyda replied “Maria” — he replied. “Maria?” — Alejandro repeated. “My fiancée” — he said coldly. Ceyda was drinking and she started coughing. Alejandro left his seat and went near to her, he tapped her back so that she can breathe and after few seconds, she was fine.

I nodded, it was true, Liam did do what he could for us all. "For me, it's what an amazing dad Zack is to Chase, and on top of that what an incredible mate he is to me, someone I can always rely on." Taylor added, smiling faintly. "Aww." Raven said hugging him. "You’re getting emotional." "I'm not." Taylor said hugging her back. "So what about our queen’s mate?" My mate, my king, my Alejandro… "His heart. Alejandro always cares for others, and he never expects credit for it. He doesn’t even see how much he does or how much he cares. He does everything from the heart. He’s perfect." I said softly, my heart skipping a beat at the thought of him.

They didn't want to do anything pointless to destroy each other. Alejandro International is the ruler of the economy in the United States, while Europe WGNR is the ruler in Europe. "So what?" Rafael threw his cell phone towards the sofa and then walked closer to Cheryl while looking at her seriously. Cheryl took a step back, intimidated by Rafael's gaze.

The group of princesses behind me made a squeal as the young man sauntered out of the crowd into the clearing in the middle of the hall. “Deucalion,” I whispered, looking at the selected prince. I couldn’t see most of him from where I stood, but he had beautiful black hair just like Valerian just longer, reaching almost his waist. He wore a red jacket over a pair of red trousers. He caught my stare, and I instinctively turned back to the announcer. He pulled a parchment from the second box and having already been caught staring at the handsome prince, the thought of having the dance with him was no longer appealing.

My knuckles whiten as I tighten my grip, grounding myself in the surging storm of emotions. The world seems to pause, every shadow and breath waiting on my final words. “Alejandro Rossi brought peace to the supernatural world,” I declare, my voice cutting through the air, sharp as a blade, entwined with only the sound of my heart thundering in my chest, “but Leo Rossi - Leo Rossi is going to carve the path to fucking victory!”

The door swung open before she may want to respond, and there he was—Alejandro. Dressed in a crisp black shirt with the pinnacle buttons undone, his sleeves rolled up to expose his muscular forearms, he appeared results easily dangerous. "Why are you continuing to be conscious?" His voice turned deep, laced with some thing she couldn’t pretty place. Aria folded her palms, looking to mask her nerves. "I ought to ask you the equal issue." Alejandro stepped inner, closing the door at the back of him. "I don’t sleep tons." "That makes folks," she muttered.