Alfred Gotham Novels & Stories

“What the fuvk! those werewolves went into hiding? Where are they now? What is your plan?” “My plan is simple…” “Nothing you say is ever simple, Lucas.” Fabiano shook his head. He had known Lucas for long to believe his plan would be simple. “I am the lord of the Vampires after all…” he grinned evilly. “Hold up, how does this story take away the fact that they have an Alpha who wouldn’t sit back and watch us take over his throne?” Lauretha asked. “His name is Alpha Arthur. And as I am speaking to you right now, he will be dead in a few hours’ time and that is when we strike. This is top secret. No one else must learn of this until the mission is successful.”

“I mean, you’d have to be if you have five million lying around for blackmail. And you’re clearly a man of influence if anyone’s going through this much effort to find you. Whatever your name was, it must be one worth forking out five million dollars to protect.” It wasn’t a question as much as a poorly-veiled attempt at prying. I couldn’t help it. “It’s Alfred,” was all he said, his tone curt and final. “That’s the only name of mine you need to worry about. And I assure you that you’ll get your money’s worth for your help. You have my word.” I’d been promised things before and had them ripped out from where I’d buried the words in my heart. But while I had no intention of believing anyone a

He shuddered so vigorously, didn't he? Kayla never expected a spotless victory against a defendant such as Alfred Seong-Hun and his lawyer until the day she waited in court for hours and Alfred failed to show up. It was then that the news came to court that Alfred passed last night. It happened that Alfred was a murderer, a heist, and a trafficker. Tongueless children were found in a vault in his house, children who lost their abilities due to trauma and torture. Half-dead captives who proved that Alfred was demonic and used their blood and body parts for selfish desires and black magic.

Home beckoned, but the thought of driving alone through the city at this hour sent shivers down his spine. Alfred had arrived with a light security detail, unwilling to draw attention to his presence and not anticipating the need for a swift exit. He couldn’t afford to be vulnerable, especially with enemies lurking in the shadows. Alfred’s instincts warned him that he could be an easy target for his adversaries, even though the hour was not yet late—just past eight. With a heavy sigh, Alfred realized the only option was to rely on his driver, Mark. Retrieving his phone, he scrolled through his call log and found Mark’s number. Dialing it swiftly, the phone rang only once before Mark answered

Alfred Ahmad hissed just as his panting figure came up beside me, eyeing the small cabin in the distance with disgust clear on his features. I could tell he wanted to nail the cocky riffraff just as much as I did. I toyed with the idea of barreling through the broken door of the cabin, of facing the Gotham inside and watching the blood drain from his face when I sent my minions after his woman. After his brother’s heir. There was no telling how many of the Gotham wolves were in there. Surely Michael hadn't tottered through the dark woods on his own. He didn't strike me as the knight in shining armor.

"You've got to pull it together! Please! "This has to be fake—it's all fake! That bastard Andrew just planted false rumors to scare us!" Dominic scrambled back to his feet, nodding like a madman. "Right, right… it's all fake. Just a bluff… it has to be…" Just then, a thunderous roar came from outside as an old man stormed into the room—furious and unannounced. It was Alfred Goth, the oldest surviving member of the Goth family. His hair was fully silver, and he had been in charge of half the family's businesses for years. Most importantly, he was the one who maintained the family's relationships with Jayrodale's upper class.

Alfred went off to say goodbye to his parents, and to his best friend whom I learned went by Oscars Olis. Shortly, his convoys arrived at the reception and Alfred led me towards the car while everyone watched us and some were saying goodbyes, we entered the car and the driver took off. ***** Reaching Alfred's mansion, it was enormously large and ineffable. Words ain't enough to describe the unique designs and structures of the building, I was certain he spent quite a fortune. "Let's go inside!" Alfred got the door for me before his driver could, he held my hand and helped me to step out of the car.

Recognition and resignation watched over him. "I shouldn't have...worried too much," Alfred said, at last, "I always knew...my daughter was...in the right hands, but I still worried. I should have known that it would be you, Number 6." At the mention of that name, his eyes changed from blue to hot-blazing amber instantly and his claws slipped out again. This voice was low and deadly, "I will kíll you if you address me with that name again." "I'm sorry... I did not know...you by any other name." He has trouble breathing properly, but Alfred was determined that it wouldn't stop him from speaking.

“Alfred is responsible. Alfred for doing the crime, the pack leaders of his generation for allowing him to live despite of it. If they had killed him then and there, none of this would have happened – and he deserved to die. A miscarriage of justice caused this risk of exposure, not Aislen Carter.” “Heath is correct,” Phillip Salem inclined his head to Heath. “Aislen Carter is a convenient scapegoat, but the real issue occurred before she set foot in this town. Let’s point our fingers in the right direction.” He looked pointedly at Lilith Boyston, who had been Lilith Parson before her marriage, and whose father, Thomas Parson, had served as the lead alpha of the pack during the time Alfred B

Even if there came some clues, he couldn’t trace them anymore. He had also thought that perhaps he was overthinking things. Perhaps the kidnapping case of him and his mother was just an accident. However, what happened to Alfred changed his mind. Before Alfred got into trouble, he looked for Edward and said that he would tell Edward everything he wanted to know after the New Year passed peacefully. However, Alfred did not manage to live through the New Year peacefully. On the morning of the first day of the New Year, he fell down the stairs. When he woke up, he had already lost his mind.