Alice Cullen Novels & Stories

" Duncan shrugged. I sighed. That wasn't feasible. Deciding to try anything I could "Alice!" I yelled. No answer. "Alice!" "Who the hell is Alice?" Duncan asked. "She is my sister." I answered with a sigh. "You have another sister?" Duncan questioned. "Yes, I found out last month," Now that I thought about it... "She's not my sister by blood though. My mother was involved with a woman, Selena G. They uh were lovers. Alice is her daughter and she is a witch.".

Scarlett POV The six of us, myself, Cayden, Bree, Jacob, Tasha and Channing are heading back to the packhouse when I realize there’s someone I should talk to before I start making calls, so I start veering to the left, heading to the area of our pack lands where individual homes stand for those people who don’t want to live in the pack house. “Alpha Scarlett? The packhouse is this way.” Cayden says with a slight laugh as he points when he notices me going off course.

Six family members entered the werewolf world. This time, everyone walked on eggshells. One slip-up with a lunatic like Killian meant getting torn to shreds. Cousin Alice’s rank was dirt poor. As a [Castle Laundry Maid (Omega)], she never saw the Alpha. Her progress bar only crawled up by 0.1% when she washed his blood-soaked battle robes, thanks to the residual pheromones. My second sister, Sofia, held a Master’s in Psychology. She decided to play with fire.

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.

I said. "... you have had your ten, but then the Alpha gets you pregnant again? Abortion, Adoption or keep?" he finished. "Do you ever think the Alpha's brothers are hot?" Mason inquired "Or his sisters. Jesus Christ. Elena and Bella are the mateless ones, right?" Mason said. "There's sweet little Lisa too, but she's only sixteen." "Sixteen is old enough for me," Max said, a disturbing smile creeping onto his face. "You guys are sick," I spat only satisfying them even more.

Justin chuckled and took a bite from Alice. In her galaxy, Alice is a demon-hunting creature who has a beautiful face, is one hundred and sixty-five tall, and her hair is dark brown and waist-length. Alice has a characteristic that can never be changed, which is identical to the color orange. In her true form, Alice wears an orange dress, with a sun-shaped pendant necklace. Alice also wears an orange crown that has the shape of sun at the end. Although the light and heat of the sun are symbols for Alice, Alice is a being who has the task of hunting down demons to uphold the truth. Alice's heat power was purely the sun's heat power. Which mixed with the light of Nirvana. "You're really flashy

Good Ole Boys Pack Leesburg, Georgia Alpha Cullen Steiner was sitting in his office, hugging his mate, Ivory, on his chest. His nose was buried in her neck, and he was breathing deep of her scent to calm his wolf. Ever since Fern had been kidnapped, and he discovered the rogues who had taken Ivory were behind the kidnapping, Cullen had felt as though he failed as a leader. If he had taken a more aggressive action back then, Fern and the other she-wolves would have never been abused by Arthur.

Not with those yellowy, sharp eagle eyes. "Althea Francess Duvey. I have been assigned to give you this," she said curtly. Her accent was strong, suggesting she did not originate from this Pack. Let me guess, Discipline Pack. I shiver, thinking about The Pack we are all secretly afraid of, even Landon told me Alpha Dallas isn't someone you would mess with. A throat clearing noise is what brought my attention back to the table setting. Cyrus looked awfully uncomfortable, as the woman had moved her penetrating gaze over to my companion.

"Am I really Alicia Alexander formally known as Alicia Greyshon?" Michelle slowly nodded in response. "I had my doubts at first, but you are indeed Alicia. What happened to you and how you ended up dead this morning on a planet light year away is another story." "I want to know what you know." "You were a decorated student to famed scientist Jacob Revis. You're a wife, a mother and now you're an assassin working for the Syndicate." Carmen gritted her teeth hearing those last words. "I haven't killed anyone yet!"

Both of her eyes are hazel in colour which matches her light brown hair, she seems to be out of place, she looks mesmerising. “Mm, right.” A woman that appears to be in her mid-fifties shows up from the back of the kitchen with two glass of juice in her hands as she places them on the kitchen counter. As soon as she sees Damon, her eyes light up and her lips curve up into a small smile before landing onto me, “You must be starving. Damon told me you were resting,” I smile. “Hi, I’m Alice.” “Sam,” We shake hands, “Sit down, Alice.”