Alice In The Country Novels & Stories

she stammered, straightening up. Hearing my name on her lips sent a thrill through me, and I couldn’t help but grin. “I have something for you,” I said, stepping closer. “Something?” She looked intrigued. “Do tell.” “About the man we met. His name is Calver Dasotta. He’s the Alpha of the Dasotta pack up north. He really does have a wife, Havina Monpaka, married to him two months ago,” I said. “Oh, so he’s not lying. What does this Havina look like?” Cassa asked.

"Just try." "Alpha Kael is an alpha. He is engaged... or maybe even married to a daughter from one of the oldest Beta families. He was so traditional that it took him a long time to come out to himself..." "Shhh." The witch interrupted me. "That's enough." "I was just getting started." "The story makes you sad, River. And angry," she noted gently. "Tell me something else then. Tell me about all your adventures... or at least the ones you can remember."

Alice thinks, 'Well, a wedding, I guess. We need to go out West on vacation and get them hitched.' Alice smiles even broader as she sees Allie's clit above her, and she slams her lips on it and sucks hard. "Oh Fuck!" She hears from Allie above her as she lets go, giggling loudly.

Three months after my Alpha mate disappeared, I searched the entire world desperately for him. I found him in a bar, his childhood friend in his arms, feeding him wine mouth to mouth. "The Alpha is confirmed dead. We will now begin preparations for the Alpha Election." "Luna, are we truly giving up?" asked the elder on the other end of the line, his tone laced with disbelief. I looked into the private room through the door crack, where my Alpha was caressing Desiree's cheek indulgently.

Alice inquired, taking a few bites of the pancake and relishing the taste, not necessarily because he enjoyed it, but because eating from the same spoon as Alisha somehow made it taste more amazing. Throughout the week, Alice had kept a watchful eye on Alisha's orphanage through his assistant, hoping to glean some insight into her activities. However, he hadn't received any detailed reports since Alisha hadn't left or been seen outside the orphanage. Frustrated by the lack of information and feeling uncomfortable with the idea of surveilling Alisha, Alice had instructed his assistant to cease monitoring her activities. He hadn't anticipated Alisha's unexpected appearance at the café, especia

Everyone there had a solemn expression, speaking in structured Aelish. Alice felt like an outsider who had accidentally walked into a high-level business meeting. She thought that it was pure torture. Then, she averted her gaze. Bored out of her mind, she was tempted to play with her phone. The plan sounded great on paper. Yet, it almost drove her insane when she put it into action. Quietly, she lowered her head and fished her phone out of her pocket, making sure it was on silent. Alice sent a few messages to Macie to complain before scrolling through every app she could think of. Macie didn't reply, probably because she was taking her afternoon nap.

"Why won't you scan, you annoying lump of dairy?" Tai raised her eyebrows. "You're scanning the wrong side." "Oh... right," Alice coughed and threw the cheese aside. "Well, I'm sure I'll see you around on Monday. I'm Alice." "I can't wait," Tai said sarcastically. "This town has a lot of drama," Alice said. "It may be small, but that doesn't mean it won't feel like you've just walked into a young-adult fiction book." Tai chuckled slightly. "I'll consider myself warned."

And why had I been chosen to attend this mysterious academy? My questions were soon answered as a woman in white approached me, her bright green eyes shining with an otherworldly glow. "Welcome to Madland, where your destiny awaits. Please, give me your name and allow me to show you the dorms.” “Ammm… my name is… Alice.” “Alice what?” “Alice Abbott.” “Alright. Follow me please.” I followed the woman, still feeling a bit uneasy about everything. She led me to the dorms and showed me to my room, which was cozy and decorated in shades of green and white. I was relieved to have a place to rest and collect my thoughts.

Alice got out of the rickety car, gasping repeatedly. Her best friend, Chiara Niccolo, followed next—a pretty, blue-eyed damsel. "You're lucky I was driving by when you called. You could have gotten caught, for fuck's sake," Chiara reprimanded. Alice had managed to change out of the black getup in the car; now she wore a simple blue gown and had her dark brown hair tied in a neat ponytail. The bag containing the gold was slung over one shoulder as she stared back at Chiara with her emerald green eyes.

The secluded island in Indonesia, a beautiful tropical country with stretches of white sand, clear blue water, and rows of swaying coconut trees, served as a silent witness to their happiness. There, Morgan's handsome face looked utterly blissful. Every morning, Alvin played by the beach under Morgan’s watchful eye, while Alice prepared breakfast. In the late afternoon, they would sit on the terrace, enjoying the beautiful sunset. Alice did appear melancholic, but Morgan tried desperately to make the woman comfortable, granting her freedom, yet always within the limits of his surveillance. That evening, Morgan unintentionally stopped in front of Alice’s room and peered inside. The woman had