Alfred Gotham Novels & Stories

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.

With the three criminals in detention, the event was always hitch free. A Few Days Later – At the AlMira Confectioneries PLC Alfred had also moved his perfumery business to the complex and planned to do the same for Mira Love Garden. Apart from monitoring his parents' movements, they had a telepathic connection. He was always extraordinarily happy whenever they were in the same vicinity, and his laughter made their visits worthwhile. That day, Carson visited his office to check on him, and he explained his discoveries, “Guy, My father visited Ridgewood of late.”

Chest tight. I needed Alfred. Now. “Get Alfred,” I snapped, voice like a knife. “Now.” The guard at the door bolted. Alfred knew every sickness, every cure, every fucking thing that could go wrong in a wolf’s body. If anyone could fix this, it was him. I turned back to the books. Scanned. Flipped. Ripped. The words bled together. None of it made sense. Minutes passed. Maybe an hour. Didn’t fucking care.

She took a few small steps forward, shaking her head as disbelief and grief wrestled for control inside her. Jeff remained silent, avoiding her gaze. His hands were folded on his lap, his face unreadable. He knew better than to interfere. Alfred Wyndham was not a man anyone dared to question—not even him. The old man had built empires from nothing, manipulated industries, families, and even bloodlines to protect his name. Alfred finally sighed, resting both palms on his cane. His voice softened, but it held authority still. “Maybe when you sit down, I’ll explain.”

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 unknowingly took the life of the girl he truly loved, turning into a beast, and since then is abashed by the werewolf community. We hate those we can’t control; we hate what we fear, and Alfred was a primordial, uncontrollable and fearless, yet he managed to survive. An eighteen-year-old kid survived on his own, he didn’t tell me who the girl was, but it is obvious he lacks love, but I'm not here to mend him. That was the only time I saw his eyes glitter, with tears, Alfred was almost crying while talking about his family, his first love and I couldn’t help but sympathize with him.

Adulf did not join the crazy era to desire doc martens boots or Hart Simpsons T-shirt, or trying to dress all Alicia silver stone in Clueless, adulf was embracing instead a far more backward culture, the goth, against a backward baseball hat. A man, of whom might have been his mothers lover, or husband(she previously had been married to six) had read him Goosebumps, a best honor horror fiction dedicated to ruin children's imaginations. Leaving USA and back to wales, was leaving trends of oversized denims he so detested. Three square meals became rarer and rarer and Adulf grew skinnier and meaner(Damaris cain had been fired from a very prominent work in the UK, which had been the reason of he

Easton made a low and almost inaudible grunt before narrowing his gaze down to Alfred. “Who do we have here?” he asked instead, a small smile on his lips as he lowered himself a bit to have a better look at Alfred. I took in my bottom lip as my body tensed up. This is the exact conversation I was trying to avoid! “Hello to you, Mr. Grey. I’m Alfred Brookwood, and this gorgeous woman is my mother.” Alfred said boldly before I could respond, his face void of expression that I couldn’t tell his emotions at that moment. “And you are?” He asked Easton.

If an alpha could die at his hand, what about them? These thoughts made them add more vigor to their washing and cleaning. One week was enough to gather strength for work. "Work harder or the Aloha will have your heads for breakfast!" Alfred screamed at the sweating wolves. The whole house smelled of bleach and soap. All traces of the party and booze slowly disappeared. Alfred made his way to the dungeon, where rotten skin made his eyes water. No matter how long he stayed here, he would never get used to the double odor since he was a wolf. He banged at the caged doors to alert the guards.

“How could I not know those two damned baby thieves?!” Alfred roared, his voice filled with almost superhuman hatred, and, even after everything that had happened in the last 24 hours, I think it was safe to say that I had never been so shocked in my entire life. "What...?" I stammered, weakly, but no one there seemed to notice.