Alice Hoffman Novel Novels & Stories

Given her last run-in with Clarisse, Noelle braced for a showdown, probably even tougher than before. Head down, Noelle fished her phone out of her purse. The suit in front swiveled his head, fixing his gaze on her. Noelle paused for a split second, her eyebrows lifting in feigned ease. "What's the big deal? Can't I play with my phone and have a chat?" She wore a casual smile, her voice calm and composed. "Sir Hoffman just invited me over for a talk. He didn't say anything about you guys keeping tabs on me, right?" The man was taken aback by Noelle's comeback. She was right—Sir Hoffman had not mentioned anything about limiting Noelle's freedom. However, with her phone in hand, was she trying

The Henry family corporation had booked the entire hotel for the night, and seeing Alice’s dazed and distracted state, July had no choice but to escort her back to her room for now. “Alice, when will you finally accept the truth? Cliff is dead!” July’s voice nearly broke as she slammed the door shut, her frustration boiling over. Alice closed her eyes tightly, her expression unreadable. After a long pause, she opened them again, her gaze more transparent. In a low voice, she said, “I know, July.” She hesitated momentarily, then lowered her eyes, her voice uncertain. “But just now, I saw him. July, you know I’d never mistake anyone else for Cliff.”

He just whispered to himself, "The wind in LA is turning cold." He had no idea that the "chill" was coming from a "slum girl" he had never even bothered to notice. The night was quiet and dangerous. Inside the FBI building in DC, several encrypted server screens began to flicker with an eerie blue light. Every firewall looked like wet tissue paper in front of the ghostly intruder. Meanwhile, in her dusty clinic, Chloe sat leisurely at her computer. Her fingers danced across the keys. She bit down on her last mint, the cooling sensation keeping her brain sharp and focused.

To make matters worse, she was laughing, giving the impression she was enjoying it. It wasn’t just tea. It was never just tea. All heads turned when I walked in, but it was Alpha Damon’s reaction that made me wish I could disappear. “There she is,” he said, and his smile widened. “Our newest treasure.” Every muscle in my body stiffened. The entire room reeked of arousal and alcohol. “She’s even prettier up close, Alpha. Where did you find this one?” one of the council men with silver hair asked, leaning forward.

And another one that said, “Victoria Solace uses her status as Alpha Damien’s fiancée for corporate espionage! Alpha Damien has chosen the wrong Luna for his pack!” “And that’s not all!” Ali said in exasperation. “What do you mean?” I was nearing breaking point by this time, and if there was something even worse than these rumors, I didn’t know if my fury could be contained anymore. Ali took her tablet from me and pressed some buttons on the screen; her fingers moved fast until she found what she was searching for before handing it back to me.

The room shifted around her. Everything about her said she was used to making rooms rearrange themselves to her will. I scoffed. “You must be…” I started, then stopped, realizing introductions were pointless. I didn’t know her name yet, but I didn’t care. “I don’t think you should mind if I spit it out here. I’d like to hold an Alpha meeting at this hotel.” Her lips curved, almost a smirk. “We’re fully booked, Alpha.” My growl rose. How did she know I was an Alpha? Of course, anyone with influence was recognizable, but the fact she didn’t flinch made me more feral.

Saying goodbye to a story you’ve poured your heart into is not simple. But this is not truly goodbye. I am beyond happy and excited to share that The Alpha’s Girl will have a Part Two. Yes, this world will continue. While I don’t have an exact release date yet, I promise you that the story is not finished. There is still so much left to explore, there are still secrets to uncover and there are still destinies waiting to unfold. In Part Two, we will move 18 years into the future.

" Yany didn't finish the sentence when the front door opened, revealing a serious Alice. Ava stared for a moment, returning Yany's gaze. - But what rumors are they? -Ava insisted, but Yany didn't want to talk. -It's just rumored. -Or who knows, it could be the truth. -Alice said sharply, which made Ava finally face her. She crossed her arms. -Then tell me what the truth is. -Alice arched an unruly eyebrow and threw her purse on one of the armchairs in the living room. -Girls, don't make things worse between you. -Yany said in a reassuring tone, but Ava and Alice were ready to speak once and for all. -The truth. You and Mr. Hoffmann are lovers. -Ava let out a small gasp, felt her heart racing

Hell, I still had my hand as a reminder of how fucked things had gotten, but I was here and my problems were all the way in New York, and that was where they would stay for the rest of our honeymoon. After staying a little too long in the shower because we couldn't keep our hands off each other, I told the driver that we were ready and gave him the address to our next destination. Alice wore a fitting black dress that hugged her curves in all the right places. As soon as she had put it on, I’d been tempted to peel it off.

asked Alice, sinking onto the sofa in the room, folding her legs casually. Abigail poured coffee into each cup and then handed one to Alice. "I can see it in your eyes, as well as your lips that were about to part from the start. Let's talk about something else." Abby took her place next to the hired detective, who had now become her best friend. "Okay... so what do you want me to talk about? OH, I know! How is your relationship with that handsome Mr. Hoffman?" Alice asked, like a reporter interviewing a celebrity.