Novels by Alexandria

I had tried to ignore his presence outside my door for as long as I possibly can while I went through my normal morning routine of Yoga and next would have been chugging down some freshly blended smoothie mix for breakfast, but for today a cup of coffee would suffice. I feel a hang over coming on from the drinking and the late night.A funny fact that most people didn’t know is that I abhorred drinking with everything in me. I hated spending long hours outside my home which until very recently was very own sanctuary because I always made sure to let no one visit.Surprisingly since recently for some reason, I was doing the very things I despised.One could say that spending more time outside stemmed from my need to see the handsome seemingly dangerous stranger that was very much still hanging out at my front door at the moment. I had somehow come to the conclusion that the only reason I hadn’t seen the dark beautiful man all these time before was because I had spent the most part

Any normal thinking person would have thought it a terrible idea to open the door to a stranger by one in the morning, but as I have always liked to point out to my late parents or to anyone who cared enough to listen, I wasn’t normal.For as long as I can remember I have felt like I am just a being that is currently being trapped in this vessel I call a body.It might sound weird to you, or anyone else especially my friends but that is the least of my worries. The top of the list is that I am yet to answer the question of who I am and what my purpose of existence is.Until I figure that out, I am going to continue to be my scared and immensely flawed self.Now back to the case in point. The stranger was currently in my hallway, even though it is six in the morning and I had successfully managed to slam the door in his face at around 1:30 in a sneaky attempt to get a good night's sleep.That might have been a tad bit rude of me, but in my defense, I was exhausted from spending time wi

There was no way I would have gone home, at least not after she just spoke to me in for the first time. It is also the first time she has actually seen me.I tried to honor her request and finding my way back home, but there was just something that didn’t just feel quite right about going home at this time. Maybe it was the same thing that made it seem okay to stalk this lovely human for as long as I have or maybe the scales tipped in my favour tonight and she finally knows about my existence.Maybe the idea of her knowledge of my existence the source of the adrenaline pumping with me.One moment I am thinking about how I had blown my chance at a perfect introduction, and the next I am standing at the door to her her apartment, rapping the door three time.I realize now that this is as terrible an idea as ideas could ever get, but I as already too in to back down as I let myself knock again. This time the door is pulled open before I could complete the knock pattern that I had d

I knew exactly where to find her at this time of the evening; parting ways with her so called girlfriends after their time at their favorite lounge/ bar or whatever the hell that place was. It was a Friday Routine for her and her friends who I by the way think are terrible people compared to her. A fact she agrees with unfortunately but can’t seem to detach herself from them. There is something about being afraid of being alone that plagues mortals that always leads them into making terrible decisions. Surprisingly this was something I can relate to, a streak of mine you could say, otherwise I wouldn’t be out here on a rather windy night trying to shadow a young woman on the hopes that I would be able to find the best scenario that is worthy or perfect for an introduction. I watched from across the street as she said here goodbyes to her two friends Kelsey and Terra but May was nowhere to be found. Again I knew their name not because they told me, but because I have shadowed them l

It has been a week since I had my little secret chat with my otherwise silent bodyguard.Seven whole days and yet I have still been unable to come up with a feasible plan that will allow the human girl to get to know me at least before anything else.Every time I thought I had a good plan, something along the lines of cool and casual, I never get the chance to test it out.I have not even had the time long enough to even go on my regular nightly strolls among the humans.If I didn’t know any better I would say the mere mention of my secret indulgence within these palace walls had managed to necessitate the need for an even more busy schedule for the crowned Prince.I could say that someone heard me talk about what I did with my free time and decided that I had too much time on my hands and that it was a problem that required urgent fixing before the situation escalates and Trouble becomes a word that would be needed for effective daily conversations.This is of course what I would thi

Yuri was arguably one of the biggest vampires that the clan has ever known, which I guess made him a top choice for my father as my bodyguard. Rumour had it that he used to be a street wrestler back at Russia in the early eighteenth century before he was turned. The details of how he became a vampire aren’t clear since he has never really talked about it, and no one else has ever come forward to claim that he or she sired him or knew who did. One other thing I found the most strange when it came to Yuri, which was arguably a long list was how he had no accent. He usually spoke a clear clean-cultish language, which meant that he either worked hard to get rid of his accent, or he wasn’t from where legend had it that he came from. Vampires are known to be a bit uptight and set in their ways, especially ones as old as Yuri. You can tell where an old vampire is originally or what era he came from by the way they spoke. Yet in Yuri’s case, the only marker that showed that he was Russ

CHAPTER THREE:Today was the day that was supposed to start like any other day, and so far fro Kira, apart from the little commercial break of the input love story on the bus, it the day seemed to be totally comfortable roaming through the territory of normalcy.The boy was singing again, but with was totally part of the routine now. She was singing away about something about the dead of a clan or maybe something of that nature, but Kira wasn’t going to pay close attention to the lyrics.Those were part of the rules. The one she made all these years for herself in order to protect her sanity and possibly what was left of her reputation.For the most part, the later didn’t seem to work because as usual bad things tend to take a lot of time before the go away but at least she learnt control, something that was very essential for the success of her existence.The rule was always simple on the surface, but very much complicated than the surface value. The idea w

These days she has risen above those moments of helplessness and for her there was no going back. She still goes back to the orphanage from time to time just to see Sr Geraldine. The fair woman had become more like mother figure to her, from the very instant she set her eyes on her. She was the only person who never treated any different from the rest of the kids, even though must more ill tempered than any other kid that was around.Kira knew that Sr G as she fondly called her had always nursed a secret fantasy that she kira would one day join the convent, but she never for once forced her to. Even after the years went by, and almost all the kids in her orphanage class had either ended up adopted, or with scholarships to further their education, while kira was left without a bright prospect to carry on with, yet Sr. G never forced her.Instead, she had encouraged kira to find a passion that she was skillful enough at, to make a living from. Under Sr G’s watchful

She wasn’t sure how many voices she was ableto hear now at the age of twenty four, but all she knew was she hadtolearn to hide it really well. She had to be able to ignore them good enough less she would be called possessed or crazy. She had gone too far now to be called these things again.Those days had to be long gone and forever in the past.It was during her first days at the orphanage that she knew she had to be smartabout all her dealings.Before then she had lived happily with just her mum, far away from prying eyes and judgemental stares. It wasn’t until one night that her mum had explained that she had to leave where she had come to know as home, that she realized that there was really more to life than what she had grown up thinking. It wasn’t like she was a curious kid while growing up, she simply managed to live a content life out in the woods, where the only thing that ever matter was her mum and her friends and

It would have been a different case all together if they had tried to speak less, or maybe just a little bit lower in volume, but they didn’t . Maybe, it would have made it a bit more tasking to eavesdrop if they had considered that someone would probably be listening. Maybe they just didn’t care if anyone heard them, they seemed like they were happy enough and without a single care in the world as to who or what heard them converse. Yet Kira knew that that wasn’t the case. Even as loud and as care free as they seemed, when ever she had to make a sudden movement, either caused by the car jerking to a halt, in response to its contact with a poorly maintained part of the road or the need by some part of her body for a bit of attentive stretches, they would instantly stop talking, wait for a few seconds, only to resume after some moments as if to say they were just making sure the coast is clear for them to continue their discussion. Kira couldn’t even see the two girls behind her in t