Alice Isn't Dead Novels & Stories

"Then why was I hearing words like *dead* and *paralyzed*?" "Oh honey, you must have heard wrong. I was talking about old Mrs. Turner, of course. She's not in a really good shape." "How do *dead* and *paralyzed* connect to Mrs. Turner, whoever she is?" "Mrs. Turner's mother is diabetic and she's paralyzed. So you know, we were catching up." "Okay…" An awkward silence followed. "Alice has been involved in an accident. She's in the ICU, and the doctors are not sure she's ever going to wake up."

“Iris will be sad though.” Just when I was about to smack the smug look off his face, Iris mind-linked me, her voice urgent in my mind. “It’s urgent. Alice is alive and I know where she is.” Her words stopped me cold. Alice, alive? It seemed impossible, yet the urgency in Iris’s voice left no room for doubt. I released Jasper, letting him fall back onto his cot. He adjusted his collar, that infuriating smirk still in place. “I told you,” he said lazily. “She’d be sad.”

Madame Irene was dead. Once again, they're too late to stop it. Detective Alice sigh, close her eyes tightly and hands coming up to rub down her face from too much frustration. "Detective get a grip. This is not the time to mourn and cry." Prince Alistair remind behind her. "I know." She said before walking straight to the lifeless body.

New season luxurious clothes and bags stared back at me. With a bow, Hannah left, leaving me alone. I sat on the bed, staring at the ceiling. “Did I make a mistake?” I sighed. My gaze fell on the newspaper on the table. I picked it up, and my breath hitched. It was a picture of my obituary. My head throbbed, feeling heavy. My fingers tightened around the paper. Grabbing the phone beside me, I immediately went online. The report was everywhere. Alice…dead. Killed by a group of armed robbers. Suspects arrested.

Her violet eyes were sad, endless, and resigned. "Stay back, Lucas." "Mother, don't!" Lucas skid to a halt, sensing the shift in the air. The smell of ozone was replaced by something older. Something metallic. "The Alpha... he’s gone. You can't follow him." "Watch me," she said. She gripped the cross in her fist. She didn't look at the sky. She looked inward, to the monster she had chained in the dark corners of her soul for decades. " Sanguis aeternus. Vita vetita. Resurge. "

She pulled out her phone, and texted Lucas, " She truly is alive." Lucas felt chills to his bone. How she managed to resurrect from the dead baffled him. He saw her lying lifelessly on the ground. Oh make it make sense! He hit his head. Could it be that someone saved her? No, there was something wrong somewhere and he intended to find out. " Oh my god! This cannot be happening." He muttered to himself. " What do we do?" He asked immediately he entered into Alice's room. They were yet to raise the alarm of the king's death.

"Yes, exactly. The same twisted, unnatural deaths. It’s all connected. According to Alice, they were long dead before someone brought them back." My stomach churned. “Brought them back?” The words felt foreign, out of place, like something out of a nightmare. "So, if they were dead... you’re telling me someone had the power to raise the dead?" My pulse quickened. The possibility that this wasn’t some isolated incident—it was starting to feel like a sickening pattern. I didn’t even have to ask the next question, but I did anyway, the words slipping out in a breathless rush. “Does this mean there’s some connection to Lucas?”

who is at the back with alice Alice too looks at me Jasmine : I'll do it Boss : wow at last someone offer her life for you all Alice holds me tighter Jasmine : alice i got to go and you'll be okay now but promise not to ever forget me Tears roll down her cheek Alice : Jasmine why you Jasmine : i can't just watch everyone dies here when i can die and Everyone lives Alice didn't want to leave me But i use my hand to force remove my hand from hers grip I walk out of them and meet them

“Is your intuition usually that accurate?” “Very accurate,” I said firmly. “It sure is.” Alicia smiled as she stubbed out her cigarette. “That was Davis calling. The border situation is handled.” My heartbeat quickened. “Tell me—did they succeed?” “They did,” she replied, her tone as casual as ever. “Miley and Peter are both dead.” I froze, hesitating for several seconds before the news sank in. “Peter deserved to die long ago! It’s good he’s gone. But… what about Miley?”

The staff became even more excited, some taking Rumi's joke seriously. "No. I'm not Mr. Rumi's girlfriend," Alice said sincerely. Ashton kept watching, observing how Alice answered each question from the staff. He was relieved that she could keep their secret. "So you're single?" someone pressed. Alice nodded. "Yes. Because my boyfriend is dead." Ashton choked on his water. His nose turned red hearing Alice's confession. So he was considered dead? Really?