Alice Clayton Novels & Stories

Alice asked back while rolling her eyes. Suddenly, Nancy cheered happily on the other side. [Aaakhh! This is very good news. Congratulations, dear. You've really become a rich man. Not only do you already own Mr. Knight, but now you will also own all of his wealthy assets.“] ”At first I hated having to change my appearance to look so much like Claire. But now I don't regret doing this plastic surgery. Because I can become the richest woman in the country. Meanwhile, Claire will feel miserable with Lucas who is obsessed with her. Haha... I'm still the one who wins in the end, Alice Wilson. Uh, I mean Claire Knight," Alice said at length and then laughed contentedly with Nancy.

Danika Williams After my chat with Elizabeth, my heart felt lighter. I was glad that she has become a strong woman and has such a wonderful man like Nathaniel Lachlan as her husband. I would have died with guilt if I would have ended up ruining her life like my mother has ruined mine.

someone laughs from across the room. Claria traces her finger around the rim of her cup as if deciding whether or not Im worth the risk. Then she leans forward.“There’s something else,”she says softly. my pulse picks up. “what is it?” her voice drops to a whisper.“Dylan… he slept with an underage girl.Her name’s Alice Brukenham.” for a second the words dont land. they just hang there between us heavy and unreal. my stomach flips. “Underage?” I repeat quietly, making sure I heard right.

I returned to my chair. "Any update?" I got straight to the point, reaching into the top drawer of my desk for my cigar and lighter. I lit a fresh stick and puffed smoke as I listened, being fed information. A new woman, named Claire, showed up at the house today with a five-year-old daughter. Turns out Mr. Williams Jr. has another child—with her.” "Claire who? Did you get a surname?" "I think I heard Grandma Charlotte introduce her to Zyliah as Claire Bermout."

Too loving to protect her own heart. Monica hadn't just seen that weakness—she had weaponized it. Every intimate dinner invitation, every shoulder to cry on, every "innocent" conversation about Richard's needs had been a calculated move in a game i had been too stupid to realize I was playing. But that Claire was dead and buried. In her place sat Claire Elizabeth Winfred…soon to be Hayes….a woman who owned successful businesses, graced magazine covers, and was engaged to one of the most powerful men in the world.

The mist shifted, colder and heavier, and every sound seemed to drain out of the world. And suddenly, everything around seemed to still. Everything around seemed to lose. Whatever it held on to, whatever life or hope that it wanted to carry, it just stilled completely. And she was there. Tatiana. The one woman who had not spoken to me. The one woman who's been avoiding me because she knew that I was her daughter, but not only that, I was the flaw that she wanted to ignore. Maybe Delilah was someone that she wanted to hold on to. She wanted to embrace the power that Giovanni struck in her. But I was that flaw that she wanted to ignore. The flaw that reminded her of what true love was, what hu

She didn’t wipe it off, she just took another slow sip of wine. Like this was theater and we were actors. I was shaking. Actually shaking. “Stop!” I cried, moving between Clyde and his father again. “Please, just stop!” Clyde’s arm was rigid beside my shoulder. “Move, Alison.” “No!” My voice cracked completely now. “Please. I can’t do this again. I can’t watch you kill the only person who knows where my family is?” Alaric’s eyes were cold. “You see?” he said to Clyde calmly. “She doesn’t belong in this world.”

"I won't deny that you've treated me better than I initially expected." Cliff seemed pleased with her response. "Good, very good. I told you, didn't I? I'm not a brute. I want you to feel at ease here, Alice." He moved even closer, leaning down slightly, his gaze fixed intently on her delicate features. Alice, a young and promising scientist, was not only gifted with an exceptional mind but also possessed an ethereal beauty. Her porcelain-white skin, those clear yet unfathomably deep eyes, her high, elegant nose, and sharp yet alluring lips—all combined to form a flawless appearance. But more than that, it was her cool, composed demeanor, tinged with an air of distant allure, that made her i

Ainsley is not my girlfriend per se, but she does well to act like she is, and she doesn’t know what privacy means, she’s always in my space. I see my desk buried under a huge pile of chocolates and sweets, and there’s a small vanilla cake on the desk. It is unnecessarily organized. “You didn't have to do this.” “Oh please, it’s nothing. I made the cake myself, hope you like it?” Liar, she can’t even open a tap for water. “I bet I will.” No I wouldn’t. It’s embarrassing and too much attention, even disgusting to look at. I get tired of it every time, but Kylican had insisted that I give it a try.

Alpha Clayton moved forward, stopping next to the empty seat near Mounia. “Cheers to the two most important women in my life: my fated mate and my daughter. You are both incredible, strong, kind ladies, and I am thankful you gave me a second chance.” Clayton raised his glass, a warm smile reaching his eyes—but suddenly, he froze. His grip on the glass tightened until his knuckles turned bone-white. The glass shattered in his hand, shards falling to the grass. “It’s impossible,” he muttered, blinking rapidly as his face went pale. “It can’t be.”