Novels by Alice Alice

Fuck fuck fuck fuck.I ordered another cold beer, turning away from him. I had to just forget he was there."Hey, got your eyes on a beautiful girl?" Kent asked. "Yeah", I lied to him. Since he was my good friend, he once knew I was gay and it was him who helped me change that and now I didn’t want him to realise I was starting to feel attracted again to a male. So I had to be careful.We was having the time of his life. The exhibition had been a success. Now he was letting go of all that anxiousness he had throughout the day, having fun with his mates."Is she hotter than mine?","Sort of." I said, keeping my reply short but I could feel my jaw clenching as images of Blair dancing with a sweaty pig crept in my mind.Don't look Felix, just forget about him. He can do what he wants. He is even straight."Professor Reynolds!" Oh please for Christ's sake, not again. "I need help!"The voice wasn't Blair's. It was from his friend. Maddox I believed was his name. I couldn't be sure.When I

He was silent for a few moments, deep in thought. My stomach turned into knots as silence fell between us.What the hell was happening to me?"I want to see it," he said at last, breaking the silence. I looked away from his intense gaze, my eyes settling on his thick, veiny hands. It was then that I knew that once I got home, I'd spend the whole night trying to draw them from memory."Why?" I asked, embarrassment growing in my cheeks."I want to see your style, your technique," he said, coughing at the end and taking a step back from my desk. "I am always interested in my student's work, especially if the assignment was given by me."I nodded, giving him a closed-lipped smile. "I left it at home, but I can go get it in a flash. Besides, I should take a walk, stretch my legs.""You live close by?" he asked, nonchalantly. I realized this was the first time we were speaking to each other in a normal way, not attacking each other or being sarcastic.It made me extremely nervous."Yeah, ju

The moment Jenny stepped into the Japanese restaurant, her sharp eyes scanning the elegant hall like a hawk, my stomach dropped. She was my colleague from the company — the one person who knew my face better than most, who had sat through endless late-night meetings with me, who had once cried on my shoulder after a brutal performance review. If she spotted me here, dressed like this, with Vladimir’s hand possessively on mine… everything would unravel.I turned my face away sharply, pretending to study a piece of minimalist calligraphy on the wall, but it was too late. Vladimir noticed the tension in my shoulders immediately. His grip tightened, not painfully, but enough to anchor me.“Problem?” he murmured, his breath warm against my ear.“Jenny. Colleague. She can’t see me like this,” I whispered urgently, heart hammering.Vladimir didn’t hesitate. In one fluid motion, he pulled me behind a tall decorative screen made of dark wood and rice paper, the kind that divided the private di

Once again, I fell into a death-like state. My body was as heavy as soaked cotton. The weight pressed against me like invisible chains, each link forged from grief, exhaustion, and something older—something ancient and sorrowful. In the darkness, a force was pulling me down, down into an abyss where no light dared follow. My mind wandered between the unreal and the real, flickering like candlelight in a windstorm, and I was sure I could hear voices in my ears—whispers like threads brushing against my skin—and I could even see a tall figure moving in front of me. It loomed just out of reach, a shadow wrapped in familiarity.But when I opened my eyes to see the world, I realized that what had just happened was an illusion. The world came into view slowly, sluggish and grey at the edges, as if I were returning from some underwater place. But Vladimir was standing right in front of me, just like what I had seen in my dream. His presence was both surreal and grounding, like a memory caught

The white light in the study was blinding harsh and clinical flooding every corner of the cold, cavernous room with an unforgiving brightness. It spilled over the polished wooden floor, reflected sharply off the leather-bound books stacked meticulously on heavy shelves, and bounced cruelly against the smooth, gleaming surface of the large desk. I knew my father was waiting for me there, seated in his chair behind that imposing desk, his dark silhouette standing out starkly against the luminous backdrop, like a shadow in a sterile tomb. The wrinkles on his face had deepened with the passage of time, each line carved like a scar of cold indifference, a map of all the years he had hardened himself against softness. But beneath those weathered creases, his cruel heart remained unchanged still as cold and unyielding as the steel in his eyes, unbreakable and merciless.The closer I got to the desk, the colder I felt—not only from the chill that hung in the air, but from the sharp, invisible

My eyes widened in shock, and I squirmed uneasily, the bizarre image of sashimi resting on my most intimate part flashing vividly before me.Trying to push him away, I felt a sharp, amused laugh escape him as he returned to his seat, savoring his food with casual elegance.“After dinner, I’ll send you to the beauty salon first,” Vladimir said, dabbing the corners of his mouth with a crisp white napkin. His movements were graceful and refined, as if he were performing a carefully choreographed ritual. “I’ll pick you up after your makeup is done. You should go to the party in your best state.”After dinner, he drove me to a beauty center called TJ. The sleek black car hummed quietly as we glided through the city streets bathed in the soft glow of street lamps.A woman in a red uniform, her face made up with heavy makeup and sharp eyeliner, greeted us at the entrance. She seemed familiar with Vladimir. Without a word, the woman nodded and immediately understood what she was supposed to d