Alfred Gotham Novels & Stories

Chapter 174 Gabriel walked out of the mansion with eagerness to get a whole lot of information for Micheal, only the thought of him killing Raymond made him more willing to dig down into Raymood's mind and find out what he's thinking if he could. He ran all the way to the office and when he finally reached, the sight of Alfredo standing on his door post of Raymood dampened his mood. He hates it so much that Alfredo knows a lot about him and he can't point his finger on exactly what he knows. Sometimes he can't help but see all his words as mere threats but then again he knew better than to belittle Alfredo, his years of working with him has made him know who he really is:a green snake in a g

“I hope it’s not a trap.” “And if it is, are you scared?” I tease him. “Me? Scared? Haa, I can laugh in the face of death.” He bursts out. We don’t need weapons to fight, we have our strength, which is more than enough. We go into the building, and within a few minutes, Oliver uses his sensitive nose to get Alpha Tate’s scent, and we find him. He looks so pale and white. His hands are connected to drips, he’s chained up and hanged lifeless on it.

They made their way to us and sat down beside me. At two minutes the pack house doors swung open again for the second time revealing four large men who were to ensure it was an honorable fight. The two taller, larger men were Alphas, but the tallest of them had a stern look on his face. Scars littered down his back on plain display. Muscles hard from years of training. He stepped to the middle of the ring and addressed the crowd directly.

That person must have something up their sleeve. ‘Who is it? Why did the person do it?’ “I’ve done a background check on Alfred before. Alfred has a sister, who’s diagnosed with a rare congenital disease. So, he lacks money. Check if anyone has transferred money to him.” Ace did not like Alfred very much. He even investigated what he was up to before he came to Sea City. ‘He lived off quite a lot of women’s money. ‘He wouldn’t be able to trick Summer on his own.’

Matteo, my driver said to me. I nodded my head and pushed the door open. I looked up at the giant skyscraper before me. Something I built from the scratch. In different countries, different states, the East, North, West, and South, they know me as the ruthless businessman, Alfredo Garcia. But the supernatural world knows me as the Alpha King's, the one who was not to be crossed. Instead of walking through the front door, I followed the corner to the hall beside it where my employees were having the end-of-the-year party.

gifts. "I wasn't finished. I need more. I need you, Lilith..." He crawls towards me like a wolf coming to be petted, and I move back into the wall, trying to make spaces between us, but it's futile because the room is only so big, and he's already halfway to me. "Times up, sir." Alfredo comes inside with something semi-resembling a gun but is boxed and square with a yellow end. He holds it in his hand, pointing it with a wavering hand towards Damian as if he's been instructed to do just that.

Alfred was a young and handsome man who fascinated Scarlet in all the ways possible. She loved him too much but clearly, she loved money and power more. Her greed and lust for a better life had forced her to come to this cafe and now that she thought about it, it wasn't exactly a bad idea. After all, she always wanted to be with the powerful in society. Ten minutes later Alfred walked through the Gilmore doors, looking handsome as ever, and today, he was in his sportswear. He would have been okay if they had been humans, but his woman wanted something else.

“For that, we appreciate you. Now I’ll make sure everyone gets far enough away, though I doubt many want to leave you here alone if it blows up. After all, we brought healers with us.” “Great, because I didn’t have time to do that. Now please get back then. Thank you.” Alfred went back to studying the opening that served as the golem’s mouth. The thing didn’t speak or eat. If it needed to heal, it searched out exactly what it lay in now. Clay, mud, or dirt of any sort. That’s what made them so difficult to destroy. It only had to walk into the mud, and it would heal. “Now let’s get my feet unstuck before I switch this out. It’ll make running a lot easier.” Alfred shifted his feet to a less m

Right now no one were moving, not even dared to, Alfred as the oldest Undeads and Arch Lich that has ever lived in the Fantasma Central Continent, Lived up to his reputations and names amongst the Undeads community, even the Vampires knows of him and very respectful towards him. “Oh~..if it isn’t the Lord of Snow family himself…I knew of your ancestor…he and I have crossed path before…I thought I have already told him to discard his greed…I supposed if the ancestors were already greedy then it’s heir will be so…But to the point of summoning the very taboo of the Fantasma itself….Hmm…you youngster are quite brave..”. (Alfred) Alfred speak with gravity as he unleash his unmeasurable amount of

I quickly sat on the bed, not sure if I heard him correctly. "I'm sorry, please did you say you have Kale?" "Yeah.." "Okay, Alfred is a little but disposed of. Can I come to get him? Where are you right now?" "Yeah, I will text you the address, for the GPS location. So you don't get missing." There was mischievousness in his voice. But my instincts told me that he was not lying. He ended the call and the message came in immediately. The good thing about Alfred's phone was that it was unlocked. I quickly freshened up, grabbed his swear shirt and car keys, and immediately drove off before anyone could notice. I put in the location and it was about 5 miles from the mansion. I quickly hit the ro