Alfred Noyes Novels & Stories

Alfred retorted. "Why, you!" James raised a fist. Alfred shrunk back. "Hold it, hold it! I know where I went wrong now—admiration is all I feel for Mais now! I'll go with you, alright? I'll stop gambling, I swear!" He knew that if not for Noah's sudden interruption, he would've been the one going bankrupt. The thought of the earlier bet was enough to scare him out of his wits. "That's more like it." …

The three AFA buddies, Alfred, Fany and Adrian, neighbors in Glendale call us that way because we are always together. "Adrian, I'm proud of you for quitting smoking, starting to refuse girls, haven't even been to a bar lately. You're cleaner too, don't smell like cigarettes anymore. I'm sure Mom would be proud to see you've changed, Ad." What? "How do you know?" Alfred smiled. "My eyes and ears are everywhere." "Nah, you just guessing." His laughter grew louder, making me uncomfortable. I'm sure he's just guessing. How could he know? Did he hire a spy? Well, too complicated for an Alfred.

"Mr. Ashford, I've heard alot about you, You have quite the reputation" Her handshake was firm, businesslike, there was no hint of recognition from her facial reactions, was he wrong? Was she just a look alike? "Have we met before?" he asked, searching her face. "You seem quite familiar." She tilted her head slightly. "I don't believe so, no way I wouldn't remember meeting THE Nikolai Ashford." "You speak too highly of me” he said trying not to seem too obvious, “maybe perhaps at a conference in Europe? I've done a considerable amount of business there."

Catherine led her to other rooms, the ceremonial rooms, the pack meeting room that contained the alpha’s throne room which she only pointed to her from outside as it was locked and other rooms which she took no interest to know what they stood for. “Who are those?” Eleanor asked pointing to the portrait of a man and a woman with a little boy in between them. They were all smiles. “That is the formal Alpha and Luna, Alpha Arthur’s parents. And that is him, the little boy.” Eleanor took a step closer. She started briefly into the picture portrait. “He looked sensible when younger…what about his parents, they don’t stay in this house with him?” “They are dead.” “Oh, I’m sorry. I hope I didn’t t

Noah asked for anticipation while staring fixedly at the woman in front of him. "Hahaha ... Noah Retter crown prince, you quickly found out. Truly a Retter descendant." Shit! This witch is very disgusting. Using all means for something secret. Is it she aiming to get a higher position? The position has no benefits at all. "Tch! You're so disgusting to be a teacher! " Noah hissed sharply. Mrs. Zoe chuckled softly. She gave Noah a disdainful look. For her only, she is the best. Gladys was terrified right now. She gripped her brother's hand tightly.

"Does it ever end? I do not see why I was fated to be torn between two men. On one hand, you'd think that they are fighting for us but deep down all they want is power." "Well, As much as I could tell you that Alfred is innocent, he isnt. When power consumes the mind something just needs to draw their humanity back. For Alfred, that's you but Noah? He has no one. So he just derailed from his track. They are not entirely innocent, you just see what you are meant to see. Bit in whatever you do, always bring Alfred back when he has wandered too far. You are literally the only one ge can listen to." Her voice was coarse, but it turned to a whisper as she spoke. It seemed she was talking abo

Arthur’s Pov Clocking seventeenth and heading back to school might just be the most gut-wrenching thing I've ever experienced. I don't know why I should be in school anyway. I've been alpha even before I could talk or walk, and in just seventeen years of my life, I have become one of the highest-ranking alphas in the continent. Mum and Adrian said I have to finish school, even though everyone knows that I am not going to university. I have a pack to lead. I don't have time for something as unimportant as tertiary education…

And Alfred’s eyes are filled with pain and suffering. “Father,” Noah says and gently inclines his head in the older Lycan’s direction. “So nice of you to join us for the war.” “I am here to oversee it,” Alfred says. No hello. No hug. No warmth at all. Just cold, detached, and straight to business. “You are fucking this one up more than you fucked up the Beauregard situation.” “And how would you know?” Noah asks without missing a beat. “Since you were hiding in your palace halfway around the world. Did you finally get bored enough to leave that desert wasteland?”

"I'll cross you off Jeremiah's family tree, not Terry!" Noah took Leora's hand. "Let's have breakfast, baby. I'm starving." Alfred was left in the living room, struggling with tears and regret. Then his phone rang, and when he looked at the screen, it was Doctor Ryan's name. Alfred gritted his teeth.

"And you’re sure she had depression?” Alfred paused briefly. Although he had not inspected Chloe, he could see that she was in bad spirits. Noah was one of his top students whom he was very proud of, so his judgment should be right. "Yes, she has severe depression. Mr. Joseph, you should leave her alone if you want the best for her." Vince was enraged when he heard this. Why was Alfred saying the same thing as Noah? He whispered to Joseph, "Sir, this old man must be on Noah's side. He has to be lying."