Alice In Adulthood Novels & Stories

I hesitated before finally sitting down, crossing my legs beneath me. Alice’s gaze flickered over each of us before she leaned forward slightly. "Before we begin, let’s start with something simple—introductions. I want each of you to tell me who you are, beyond just your name. Magic is deeply tied to identity, to the essence of who we are. So, let’s start there." “My name is Alice Stevenson,” she said, her tone measured, firm, yet strangely comforting. “I am a full witch, thirty-four years of age, and I hail from the Dahlia Coven.”

"Leon, listen to me first." "You drugged my milk, sniffed pieces of my dad's clothes in the middle of the night, went to the funeral home every month to swap them out, got my mom to play along with you, and kept me completely in the dark. Don't I have the right to a single word of truth?" Alice stood and walked into the bedroom. When she came out, she was holding a small tin tea box. She opened the lid. The other half of the paper was folded inside.

Alice was sitting in an English lesson when she received the dreaded message. “At 11am you will call me for phone sex.” ‘Phone sex??!!’ Alice cried internally. ‘I can’t have phone sex! What even is phone sex?’ 11am was break time at Adam’s school. Alice knew this since she’d gone to the same place before deciding to give it up in favour of the local college. Her school offered the same choices, but something about going to college made her feel grown-up. Independent.

“Rumors spread faster than you know these days. I’m certain whoever took your father is the one spreading the rumors to make your enemies think you’re vulnerable.” “I don’t owe you a dime, Alpha Alaric.” “I know I came off on the wrong foot. I don’t think you owe me a dime. I just want you to think it through and invest because this might be the deal that gives us that long warranty of enjoying wealth for the rest of our lives.” Alpha Alaric downed the whole content of the cup and got up to his feet.

“So, I changed my approach. I played the role of a sweet, supportive best friend, no matter how disgusted I was about it, and I wormed my way into your parents’ hearts. They were jolly fools like you, and they accepted me into their open arms. For years, I kept my façade perfectly, though I caused little issue on the side—not much to make you suspect me but enough to trouble you. I’m sure you remember some of them. Those mean letters you found in your locker. Messing up your science projects and homework… Ah, good old days.” Alice sighed; a small, soft smile was on her lips, and her eyes had a faraway look, like she was reminiscing about happy memories.

Five Months Later... Alice was alone in the room studying for an upcoming test, when a thought came to mind. It was about Adam. How he would always defend her against bullies in highschool. Being her Fairytale highschool boyfriend, she had always wanted that to continue. It was a dream come true when she got a scholarship and an admission to study at Columbia University. The same school as him. Even though she’d choose it. It was their dream university. But right now, Adam seems to be a different person. He won’t even reply to her messages. It’s funny how destiny plays its tricks on humans.

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.

“On control. On who is strongest in a fight.” Her gaze flicked to Lucian. “And you built yours on freedom. On chaos. On tearing down anything that tried to cage you.” Lucian’s lips twitched slightly. “I prefer the term evolution.” “Call it whatever you want,” she replied. Then her voice hardened. “But neither of you saw the truth.” A pause. “The future doesn’t belong to Alphas.” Kaelen’s eyes darkened. “Careful, Icarra.” “No,” she said softly. “You should be.”

"Oh, that was nice of him. You know that he and Kayleigh have...?" Averting my gaze, I nodded into her deliberate pause. "So he said." "Such a shame," Alice rattled on, her light tone belying her words. "I only met her the once, of course, but she seemed such a lovely girl. Sometimes I wonder if that boy'll ever settle down. I told him the other day when he told me, he can't go on playing the field all his life. Still—" She sniffed, turning back to the rail of dresses. "You young folks. I keep forgetting things aren't like they used to be. You think nothing of waiting until you're in your thirties before getting married and having babies in your forties. It's a different world."

"But let's not dwell on that. My name is Alicia, by the way. And you?" "I'm Serena," I replied with a warm smile. "If you don't mind, let me help you with these vegetables and fruits. Your injured foot seems to be making it difficult for you to carry them." Alicia nodded appreciatively. "Thank you, Serena. I'm grateful for your kindness. Not many would take the time to lend a hand, especially when you are living on your own at this age." As we continued our walk, our conversation flowed naturally, weaving an unexpected connection between us. The camp, which had felt monotonous, now held the promise of companionship and shared moments, all sparked by a chance encounter with a woman entangled