Alice Cullen Gif Novels & Stories

Ronan stopped, tilting his head with a warning look. "Sir..." Albus's voice trembled. The old man's eyes were filled with tears. "Is... is it true... Miss Alice is a werewolf?" Silence enveloped them for a few seconds. Ronan closed his eyes. For a moment, Alice's laughter, her sweet smile, and her warm touch flashed behind his eyelids again, piercing straight to the pit of his heart. But when he opened his eyes, all that remained was the gaze of an executioner.

Alice thought with her mouth hung open on its own accord, as she took slow steps towards the tall girl who looked bored at the duo. "She is real only, babe. Don't do the mistake......., " Rex's voice was caught in his throat because Alice did the mistake of touching Simone's face to only land on her back on the ground as the outraged bull stared right back at her. Simone’s face might be the reflection of a fairy, but there was hardly any softness in her features.

The girl with blonde hair and a sparkly blue dress yelled I smiled slightly "It's me!" "Oh my god and Alice!" A girl with brown hair and a white dress yelled, her eyes going wide "Um, yeah that's my name." Alice smiled awkwardly The girl with brown hair and a black dress rolled her eyes extending her hand to me "Excuse my friends, they're big fans. My names Chelsea." "It's nice to meet you." I smiled shaking her hand "Can we get a picture?" The blonde girl asked holding her phone up I nodded laughing slightly "Yeah of course."

Her lips are stained black with it, the pattern bleeding down her chin, down her neck and beyond the collar of her shirt in a waterfall of spirals and swirls. Before she notices the intensity of my stare, I glance back at Etta. “Yeah, I’m Kezziah.” “Everyone has been saying you met Alpha Alden,” she says. Her words spark the interest of the table over, a very scruffy pair of girls quirking their heads in curiosity. “What’s he like?” “Etta,” Amilia scolds. The Love Pack girl shrugs her shoulders, but doesn’t say anything. I exchange my glance between the two of them, surveying the dynamic. Something tells me Amilia is the head of this table.

A high-pitched, piercing static noise filled the room. "Jenna, look!" Stella gasped, pointing at the TV. The black screen was replaced by a live video feed. The background was dark, smelling of concrete and dampness, some sort of hidden underground bunker. In the center of the frame sat Alice Florence. She looked unrecognizable. Her hair was disheveled, her skin pale and sickly, her eyes sunken and manic. But her lips were stretched into a terrifying, triumphant grin that sent a shiver of pure apprehension through anyone watching.

Just then Cullen turned back towards Alpha Turner with an evil grin. " You there! Guard, help our guest enjoy the show. The poor fellow is all tuckered out. I fear he has had just too much fun for today. Hold his head up. Help him to not miss a single moment!" Cullen called out to the guard before turning his attention back to the woman on the table. He then stood there looking down at the defenseless Luna, trembling as he let down his claws and his canines. Raising his claws above his head and taking in a deep breath, like the calm before the storm. He stood perfectly still for a few moments before unleashing total hell upon her. Biting and clawing at her flesh as he circled the table. He b

Nanny informed her worriedly. “Haha! Nanny you worry too much! I’m sure it’s a document that needs my signature. Give it to me, I will have a look at it. You can stay with me if it will make you feel better.” Alice said with a calm smile. She opened the brown envelope and her heart skipped a beat. In the envelope was printed pictures of what seems to be a Alexander who was cuddling a slender woman who appears fully naked. She got up at once with a loud gasp, she covered her mouth with her hands whilst tears began flowing freely.

“Hey?” Alice does not speak a word. In fact, she does not even as spare me a glance through her side eye. She just keeps her attention focused on the sand. In front of her folded legs, she had drawn the pictorial depiction of a scary wolf. The wolf looked a lot like Samantha’s own.

She figured finding the murderer would be easier if she mingled with influential people, like Enzo Vicenzo. Alice paused as a thought occurred to her. She hadn’t checked up on Collin. She hadn’t stabbed him that hard to cause severe injury. She walked to the far end of the room, where a large picture of Collin was hung on the wall. She was madly in love with him. She knew that being in love with someone who wanted nothing but her doom was crazy, but she did anyway. She texted Chiara to help her check on him. Alice sighed as she stared at her reflection in the mirror again. She really looked like a boy, and to make her appearance seem more realistic, she put on her glasses.

Haden said, wiping the dishevelled hair out of my face with the tip of the knife. "It's a miracle really, scarcely an ounce of physical strength in sight, yet this whole archive of mentality and courage. It will be a shame if I have to kill her, the snarky comments, sarcastic responses and challenging questions are just so... but of course, Alpha Leonardo Loren of the Stella pack, you already know that. Despite your power and influence over so many wolves, you still fail to control your 17-year-old mate? There must be something about her, something more than a stiff upper lip." Haden said. "Anyway, I bid my fondest farewells to the Stella pack and I'll be expecting to see you and your sister