Alice Hoffman Novel Novels & Stories

Clutching the ledger like my only piece of evidence, my boots pound against stone, each step louder than the last, urgency clawing its way up my spine. “Adrian. He needs to know. Callum's ripping us apart from the inside-out.” Pages tear loose from the ledger as I move, fluttering behind me like wounded birds. Names, dates, authorizations, they all scatter as evidence bleeds into the dark. But I don't stop to gather them. Every breath burns. Every thought collides with the next. We're done for! Taking the bend toward the Alpha’s quarters, I approach the manor and silently take solace in the fact that the Alpha is now only a couple dashes away—

I faked smiles, played along, but my head was somewhere else—on Sage. Where was she? Was she scared? Was she hurt? The thought made my blood run hot. I caught sight of Hector across the room. He shook his head slightly. Still nothing. No leads on the bomb. No way out. Damn it. By the time the reception ended, I was ready to snap. But I couldn’t—not yet. Alice had me right where she wanted, and she knew it. The honeymoon suite was just as over-the-top as the rest of the night—marble floors, silk sheets, candles flickering on every surface. Alice poured herself a glass of champagne, her robe slipping off her shoulder.

I had the overwhelming feeling that he was trying to tell me something. I followed him, my steps unsteady, until we reached Ethan’s pile of luggage. I had never cared to check what he packed before. But now, a sudden, frantic urge overtook me. I tore through his belongings, searching for something—anything. Until my hands closed around a leather-bound notebook. The cover read: “Alice’s Treatment Journal.” … May 11 – Clear Skies Alice lost her memory again today. This time, she imagined me as the people who hurt her back then.

Alice winced. "I know. But......" Elsa stopped and breathed heavily. "Just don't tell him. Please" Alice nodded and urged her to go to bed. Like a baby Elsa nodded and went to bed. Alice stayed awake and tried to imagine the face she had seen in the car. She once dated a Mafia back in Texas. But when she got tired of the sick games she had to come back over here. She know what's it like to be a Mafia's woman. Even though she's no longer dating or in contact with her ex Mafia boyfriend, his enemies are still her enemies and that was why she learnt the way to protect herself before leaving Texas.

When she opened them again… She met Floyd’s gaze head-on. For one impossible moment… She wished this was all a nightmare. That she’d wake up back in her dormitory. Safe. Hidden. Still pretending. But reality never showed that kind of mercy. She drew one slow breath. Then another. Finally… She spoke. “My name…” Her voice shook only once. “…is Daniela Grimwood.” She straightened her shoulders. Forced herself not to look away. “I’m Alpha George’s daughter.” A long silence followed. Then, with every ounce of courage she had left, she finished the confession.

A happy life. . . **** So these were the last three bonus chapters and an EPILOGUE. I hope you liked the story. Thank you so much for reading it and supporting it. The journey was indeed long, right? Thank you again for loving Hazel and Christian. If you want to read their youngest child's story, you can DM me on my I* for the adress. Their youngest child's story name is "that's my girl" but it's not on Goodnovel. It's a free book.

"Maybe it was about whoever lived here before." Ashley's eyes widened. "Alice?" "I'm just saying. This was her room. Her scholarship. Maybe someone didn't want a new person poking around." Ashley was quiet for a long moment. Then she said, "You talk a lot about Alice, Nova. For someone who just got here." My pulse quickened. "I told you. I'm a true crime writer. Her case is... interesting." "Interesting." Ashley's voice was flat. "That's one word for it."

“Norman isn’t my father. He made me kill my mother when he found out, I wasn't his.” “You’re lying.” Alpha Magnus growled again. “There is no way, no. It can’t be.” “She has a white wolf, Magnus.” Grandad said softly. “A very strong white wolf, that is able to withstand very strong magic.” For the first time, the woman spoke. “Let’s go inside.” We all walked inside and I had no idea what to think. They brought us to the living room and I sat down next to grandpa. “I am Luna Alasie, welcome to our home.” She said, pouring us some tea to drink.

I shouted, but the darkness consumed me once more. After another period of unconsciousness, I awoke again in bed, my head pounding. Vivid flashes assaulted my mind—scenes of devastation and horror. I saw the Alpha, cradling his pregnant mate, begging Ruth for mercy, only to witness the brutality that followed. Ruth’s long nails pierced the Alpha’s mate, pulling out the child and discarding the lifeless bodies to the ground. The Alpha, utterly defeated, wept in despair, kneeling before Ruth. I was horrified to see her kick his head away as if it were nothing.

“You are most definitely pregnant.” “I cannot smell it.” Alpha Devlin insisted. “Gross! You can smell it?” I wrinkled my nose. “You are not a wolf?” Jessica asked me, dropping her hostility towards me for one moment. “No. I am not a wolf.” I patted her hand, resisting the urge to pulled it away. My suspicions about Jessica grew with each passing moment. I hated to think my suspicions were prejudiced. ‘I am keeping it real, Alpha Devlin. She is very pregnant. And the baby is a Chase. So who do I congratulate for this accomplishment?’