Novel & Cerita Alice Clayton

When Blake finally answered her call, she sounded quite murderous. “Don’t tell me you’re afraid of her, Tony,” Blake said teasingly. The truth was I was terrified of Claire Reagan. She was tiny but deadly. Her glares alone made me want to just disappear into thin air. But I wasn’t going to admit that to Blake especially since he looked so relaxed and calm about her being here so I just kept quiet instead. A few moments later, a black SUV pulled up to the front of his grandparents’ cabin. “Tell me one good reason why I shouldn’t just unalive you right now?”

My breath hitched. “Oh, Allison,” Clayton exhaled, his voice thick with mock pity. “People call me evil—but I was generous last night. I let her live after I wrung every last bit of information out of her. I walked away because, for a moment, I entertained that sentimental lie—blood is thicker than water.” He let out a low, humourless chuckle. “But that was before I ordered my men to put a bullet in her skull.”

Probably some guy gave her a fake number in the bar. "I know what it is. But who are you?" She again asks me anxiously. "I am secretary of the President of the Damison Group. My name is Ethan Stone." I reply to her irritatingly, as she is wasting my time. I need to go home and take a lavender bath with my rubber ducks.

Asked another voice that was not visible in the camera. "Aunty... !!" Flavia shrieked then. Then the screen rotated to reveal an older version of Abigail. "Claire?!" That surprised voice just came out of Altezza's mouth. "You knows aunty Claire?" Flavia looked back at her uncle with a surprised expression. Although her current appearance looked different from the appearance Altezza was used to seeing, it was clear that the girl who did not realize she was on camera was Claire Hampton. One of her subordinates in the Kansas branch of his company.

“She did this to me! Avery stole Damon from me! She ruined my life! She deserves all of this!” She turned to the crowd, lifting her voice even louder so everyone could hear. My lips parted, but no sound came out. Then Jessica turned to the crowd, raising her voice for the whole hall. “Everyone listen! Alice White is NOT the White Claw heiress. She is Avery Coleman! The murderer who tried to kill me and went to jail! She's a danger to us all. Who knows who she would try to kill next?” My heart cracked open. Voices erupted instantly, faces twisted in disgust, fingers pointing at me.

Unexpected Ally That night, as Elena sat reviewing legal documents in the penthouse, Nora arrived with someone unexpected. An older woman, stern-faced, silver-haired, wearing a dark burgundy coat. “Elena,” Nora said. “This is Clarisse Vaughn. Asher’s grandmother.” Clarisse stepped forward. “I raised him after Alicia vanished. I’ve kept quiet for years but I need to speak to you.” Elena raised an eyebrow. “Why now?” Clarisse opened her purse and pulled out an envelope. Inside was an old journal, Alicia’s diary. “She wrote everything down. The affair. The manipulation. And the fear she lived with.”

I was dressed in a gown of midnight blue that clung to every curve, moving between tables with a tray of crystal glasses. "Byron, I heard you had a run-in with your nephew's discarded mate," Mason Clark laughed, leaning back in his chair in the VIP section. He leaned closer to Cole, eyeing the faint marks on Cole’s neck that hadn't quite healed. "Word is she's a hellcat. Half the Alphas in the city are waiting for her to officially hit the market now that she's unclaimed." Cole’s grip on his glass tightened until the crystal groaned. "She isn't 'on the market,' Mason."

“My goodness, you scared the life out of me!” Aunt Caroline was a short and plump woman in her mid-forties. Her hair was always dyed blonde because she took after her idol Madonna. She kept her face hidden with all the cosmetics she covered it. The only time she was seen without her make-up was when she applied facial mask. “Aunt Caroline? What’s got you all fired up?” Yet inside Ellaine’s head she was still thinking about the empty town and the huge tree. “You were having a bad dream!”

or so it seemed. My mind kept turning inside me.... there's just so much shit I don't quite comprehend right now. One, Blake lied to me.... he said he'd waited for my return all this time. Yet I come here to find myself getting into a little quarrel with this dumb female. Two, why wasn't my brother Tyler affected by the breakage of his mate bond with Jazmin? Three, I'm hurt, and I'm pissed that my so called mother is not my mother after all. Yet I'm the daughter of Carol Dianne Slate, heir to the powers bestowed by the one and only Artemis, the third moon goddess!?

I was about talking when Anita came over. "Hmm...What's going on here?" she asked Lexy putting her hand on lexy's shoulder. "Kelsi here is the daughter of our maid that was sent out of the house last month...." Lexy replied her, looking at me with disgust, ".... And she had the guts to lie to me, telling me her dad is abroad overseeing his business there" I felt ashamed of myself that moment. "Wait! What?" Now the whispering coming frim every corner was getting louder, some of the class mate were covering their mouth in shock, including Anita.