Novel & Cerita You Cant Find Alex

Rosa left? He swallowed. “Alex…” “I lost her,” Alexander murmured. “And I don’t even know where she went.” The silence between them was heavy. Ethan reached out, gripping his shoulder firmly. “We’ll find her.” Alexander closed his eyes. This time, he wasn’t sure he believed that.

"You are right, Ms. Knight. Please forgive me. You have every right to know, being a member of this family." With a look of concern etched on his face, Roger begins to tell me the details. "What do you mean he's nowhere to be found? Have you tried calling his cellphone?" I inquire, prompting Roger to nod in affirmation. He reveals that he has been attempting to reach Alex all morning, but his phone remains unreachable. "I fear that something may have happened to him," Roger admits with a sense of worry. Squinting my eyes in contemplation, I seize this opportunity to ask, "Does he have any rivals?"

I said I was standing up and going inside the house. I check around for Alex everywhere, even in his room, but he is nowhere to be found. Where is he? I don’t think I remember seeing him at all today, and he didn’t tell me anything. Where could he be now? I wondered while still looking out for him. ******* Alex’s POV

Mason said. "What the fuck are those idiots doing?" He asked slamming his fist on the table. "Take Alex with you and sort out this mess the others are all out," Martin ordered. "I'm sorry boss but we can't find Alex has been missing since this morning. I went to his place but everything is gone," Mason said and I frown.

I smelled blood, lots and lots of blood. “ where are you” I linked Alex hoping it wasn’t his “ in the middle of something here. Have you found her yet?” He asked his voice founded heavy as if he’s fighting off more than he can chew “ no, do you need help?” I asked unsure what I should do.

Alexa was no longer at the table. I frowned. Turning to Kai, I handed him the snacks and drinks. “You go on ahead. I’ll catch up.” I searched around campus, but she was nowhere in sight. Not wanting to alarm either Kai or Stacey, I headed out myself. Besides, I had figured they would both use this time to chat a little without us being there. After searching for twenty minutes and still unable to find her, I decided to give her a call. Where the hell was she? The phone rang once, twice and she was answered on the third.

Making him chuckle a bit. "I haven't even introduced myself." He says with a small smiling playing on his lips. "I'm Gerald." He says calmly. "Alexandra. But everyone calls me Alexs." She responds. "Doesn't that sound masculine?" Gerald laughs. He touches his temple slightly. "So Alexs, can I have your digits?" He says calmly. Alexandra smiles. "Well, you can't!" She responds, she could see the shock on his face. "I mean currently I don't have a phone, because apparently, your friend seized it." She smiles. "But I can have yours. I will call you with my cousin's line." Alexandra says.

Alex said with a smirk that made me want to stab his eye with a fork. Ignoring his greeting, I went straight to the point. "I can't find Hardin. He's not at home. Where do you think he might be?" "Well, there is something called a cell phone nowadays. And how would I know when you, the stepsister who lives with him doesn't know a thing?" Rolling my eyes, I nodded. I should have expected nothing more from his friends. I was about to go when I overheard Alex asking Sandro for today's date.

he barked furious that they were lying to him. “Aidan, son. Please try to keep your calm.” Alex got closer to him and placed his hand on his shoulder as guise of support. But he was beyond comforting at this stage. “Just tell me where she is damn it!” “We don’t know. We have searched for her everywhere in the house but she cannot be found. She’s gone,” Alex announced in a dull voice. “Gone?” he repeated like a parrot. “Gone?” he tried again but nothing came out except for the very same word.

“You’re impossible.” He smiled like I’d just complimented him. “That’s what my exes say too. Except the dead ones.” I blinked. “Excuse me?” “I’m joking.” He sipped his juice. “Probably.” I almost screamed. Instead, I turned back to my phone, pacing like a caged animal, thumb trembling as I refreshed Alex’s contact again. And again. And again. No call. No message. No freaking blue tick. NOTHING. “Maybe he’s in a forest,” Stephano offered unhelpfully from the couch. “Or a desert. Or a monastery where they confiscate phones. Alex has always been kind of spiritual in an ironic way.”