Alfred Inglethorp Novels & Stories

" Alfred directly rejected him. The doctor knew that no one could change Alfred's decision except that young lady, so he stopped persuading him and concentrated on treating his wound. Alfred had recently promised his father that he would complete a batch of overseas projects. But before it was finished, he had gotten seriously injured. Now, he must deal with it quickly and go back. He could not let Oprah stay alone in Manhattan. On the top floor of the exclusive club, San Jorg, under the dim light, people were all dressed up, and many young and wealthy men were there.

He whispered sleepily into my ear, clinging onto me, our bodies intertwined with one another; it was the most beautiful feeling in the world. The next morning, Alessandro and I packed, ready to go home, and made a quick trip to the warehouse to pay a little visit to you-know-who. "There he is, he's almost dead bless God," Alessandro brought Ivan Out and put him into the chair in his whining state; Ivan was covered in dried blood and tears; he was shivering cold. Perfect! "Today is your lucky day, my friend," Alessandro said, excited for what was about to happen.

As Eleanor looked around the house, she once more couldn’t help but marvel at the beauty of the place. “Are they all this huge…” she muttered to herself as her eyes met with some of the guards. They all had this muscular frame and bulky bodies. She was yet to meet one with a smaller body frame. She wondered if they all got it from what they fed or was it from their rigorous trainings. From the little Catherine had told her, she could tell the arrogant rude man that claimed to be her mate is the Alpha and their leader. “Arthur…that’s his name…” she muttered silently to herself. His name alone made her hate him. The thought of home spurred inside of her and she wondered what uncle Bob and her

My mind is unstable when it comes to her. I called Althea's father Johnathan, Max, and Orphelia through our mind link before I came down here. "Wake her up" I pointedly looked at Orphelia. She simply nods her head and goes towards the unconscious girl. she takes some saltwater through it on the girl, which makes her scream with pain, and her eyes slowly open. Orphelia don't even bat an eyelash. All the shifters who train to be a royal guard should be tough. Men and women should be ready to deal with situations like these.

The coopery rich scent of blood, the stink of Dalton’s sword as it burnt and tore through flesh and the redness of blood and the… I blinked, feeling a little unsteady. What the hell? I was used to seeing blood. “Let’s go! We need to get you to safe grounds.” Alpha Dalton wrapped his fingers around my right forearm and tugged me down the hallway. I glanced at him in confusion when he stopped in front of a huge photo frame that hung to the far end of the hallway. It was big enough to cover the entire wall. “What -” I started but my mouth dropped open in shock as he removed the frame off the wall, revealing a hidden white door which was concealed flawlessly into the white wall.

I ask him about the research on Justin and her family. “Nothing suspicious. They did have a land dispute with a vampire family, years back. I doubt if they knew they were vampires, but it’s something to look into.” I nod, giving him a go ahead. I go back to the kitchen, to get something to eat. Oliver made spaghetti and meatballs. He’s a good cook, his grandmother taught. I don’t even know what my grandparents names are. I never bother to ask. “What about Alpha Elias? Heard from him yet?”

It was already dark and foggy outside, the perfect setting for rogue attacks. "What's your name?" I asked, finally turning my attention to him while continuing to sip my wine. "Alex, Alpha Hawthorne," he replied, and I nodded, my gaze still fixed on the flames. "How long have you been working here?" I inquired, realizing that I had never taken the time to keep track. My brows furrowed as I pondered the kind of man I had become. It occurred to me that my disregard for my staff was likely one of the reasons for Aurora's disdain toward me.

It felt nostalgic. "Young Master Logan?" A middle-aged man paced toward him as soon as he caught him. He lowered his head a little. "I'm Alfred, the island chief of the 13th asylum island, Firene. I'm glad to see you well and sprightly already." Logan was overjoyed to see him. Alfred Pearce was a relative from one of the farthest cadet branches. Unlike him, Logan was a member of the family's main branch. "Uncle Alfred! Come on. There's no need to be so formal!"

He looked up expecting an officer but Alfred walked in. He was in a suit, no tie, looking like a man who had come from somewhere important and made a detour. He sat down across the partition and looked at Theo. Theo looked back at him and waited. “I gave you everything,” Alfred said finally. “You know that? I pulled you out of nowhere. Gave you a seat at a table you had no business sitting at. Trusted you with my campaign, my name, my work.” He tilted his head slightly. “And you looked at everything I gave you and decided the most useful thing in the room was my wife.”

Her heart began to beat faster with each step she took towards her husband. As soon as she reached Albert, Sophia realized that Albert was actually staring past her. Curious, she turned her head to see that Jefrey was still standing where he had been, staring at Sophia. “Who is that man?” Albert asked, just as Sophia had anticipated. Sophia thought for a moment. “I think his name was Jefrey... Alfredo?” she said, unsure. She remembered that his name had three parts, not two. “Jefrey Florence Alfredo,” Albert corrected her.