Alice Killings Novels & Stories

Why were they all in the bathroom together? "Claire? Claire? Baby, hold on. Stay awake." Alpha Killian pleaded, his arms pulling me from the bathtub and setting me on the floor. The sparks that had once been so strong, were now so weak. They felt like tiny little pinpricks, so insignificant. "She's not going to make it," Alpha Killian's voice was so low I could hardly hear it. "God damn it!" He shouted animalisticly, and I could hear multiple somethings being smashed.

I didn’t want to talk about it, it kept the memories fresh and raw. “I think Alice’s parents were killed by the Suarez Cartel and I think Alice orchestrated it. She’s been living in a house owned by Chico Suarez, Carlos’ only son and heir. They have a bad habit of breaking in women and those women disappearing. Remember those girls from the fire house? They said they were forced to work there. I’m convinced they’re in the flesh market.”

"Alice is old money. She wouldn't buy poison at a CVS. She’s superstitious. She’d go to a herbalist or a holistic healer. Probably somewhere in Chinatown or Little Tokyo—places she thinks are discreet." "I can run her credit card history," Vance said, the grogginess gone. "I have her financials from the background check we did on Leon. Give me an hour." "Do it," I said. "And Vance? Look for a housekeeper. Someone who would have prepared the food if Alice didn't do it herself. Alice is too lazy to cook unless it’s for a show." I hung up. I sat there for an hour, watching the rain, feeling a murderous rage building inside me. If this was true... if that woman had murdered her own grandchildren

"Alice, what are you doing here? You weren't invited." "Because Lucas Hart is a murderer," Alice continues. She walks down the aisle toward them. Guests shrink away from her. "He killed his first wife. He killed Rachel Hart. And I helped him do it." Chaos erupts. People start talking all at once. Cameras appear as guests start filming. The priest steps back looking shocked. "Alice, you're clearly having some kind of breakdown," Lucas says smoothly. He lets go of Elara's hand. "Someone call security. Get her out of here."

The lead officer continued, "Ms. Summer, you are suspected of hiring a hitman. There is substantial evidence of financial transactions between you and the driver involved in the incident. "It has been confirmed that Miss Alice paid the driver 30 thousand to cause the car accident that resulted in the death of Vanessa. The evidence is irrefutable, so please do not interfere with law enforcement." My mother suddenly slapped Alice in a fit of frenzy. Then, she lunged at her and screamed. "You b*tch! How dare you harm Vanessa? Haven't I treated you well enough?" The scene was in chaos as the police struggled to separate the two. "How could you be so heartless, Alice? Didn't we treat you well as

“Who were those four mysterious men who kidnapped me? Do you know?” “They were infamous assassins in the world of the mafia. Of course, their task was to kill without leaving a trace. But for us, it matters not, because you, Miss Alice, were a good woman who once helped me in the past, so I shall do my utmost to recover the evidence that was deliberately erased.” “I wish to see the CCTV footage at the mental hospital, on the road by the beach, and when my car, burning, plunged into the sea.” Angelica (Alice) watched the satellite footage, for the CCTV there had been destroyed. Fortunately, Alice had once saved a secret spy who was near death after being shot. She had taken him to hospital wh

She actually thought she had a choice. It was almost laughable. She really believed that after everything — after the poisoning, the framing, the manipulation — she could just bat her eyelashes and play the victim, and I would roll over. She thought the ‘David Newcombe’ she had known all these years was still in there somewhere. The guy who made mistakes, who felt guilty, who tried to fix things. That guy was dead. Alice had killed him. Or maybe Lily had. It didn't matter who pulled the trigger. The result was the same.

On the dark cards were words imprinted in dazzling red. - Death Notice! Subject: Alice Wrongdoing: murder Execution Date: April 10, 2021 Agent: Death Judge - Passing Notice! Subject: Morrison Wrongdoing: assault, murder Execution Date: April 10, 2021 Agent: Death Judge - "Passing Judge? Live execution?" Alice was holding the cards firmly, and she was shuddering with dread. As of now, Morrison emerged from the estate. With a delicate crash, the vehicle entryway was pulled open, and Alice bounced once more.

“You're satisfied that you've become the owner of this house, but has Leo ever considered you as a wife? You kill me, destroy my soul, but you can't undo your dirty past. Alice, you don't have the last name Grace, I'm Mrs. Grace, it's Almira White Grace..." The voice echoed through the kitchen where the incident happened, Alice watched, her hand holding the knife as if she wanted to stab her friend again. She felt she had lost and she always felt she lost to a soul, she should have killed Almira's soul early and should have killed Almira's soul in the first place. Everything is against you for this appearance, Almira White. Alice quickly took out her phone and called Mr. Willinos.

And I’d do it all again. Because love wasn’t just gentle words and promises. Sometimes love was violence. Sometimes it was blood on your hands and bodies in the dark. Sometimes it was becoming a monster so she never had to. My phone buzzed one final time. Unknown number. I answered. “Mr. Moretti?” A voice I didn’t recognize. “This is Officer Chen. I’m calling about Alicia Morgan.” My blood went cold. “What about her?” “I’m sorry to inform you she’s dead. Apparent suicide. Hanged herself in her cell about an hour ago.”