Alice Killings Novels & Stories

this is so confusing _ Alicia was a girl I feel in love with when I haven't become a Mafia she's beautiful and a close friend to the guys especially Carl before I developed feelings for her we stayed together a couple of years till she tried to pull a fast one on me she tried to dupe me and run away with my money I tracked her down and brought her to my apartment since I was blinded by love I tried to talk her out that no matter what she needs she should just ask turning back Alicia pointed a gun at me I didn't know what was happening ,,I was in shock I tried collecting the gun from her and in the process she died I didn't know how I didn't pull the trigger ,,it just happened so fast No one

His father nudged him gently and introduced him to Amaya , saying, "Killian , I want you to meet Amaya , the daughter of Alpha Arson." Killian , who was only around 8 years old at the time, couldn't help but find Amaya , the Alpha's daughter, rather unattractive. However, he understood that expressing such a sentiment would surely earn him a scolding if his mother were to hear. Amaya stood out starkly amidst the children he encountered within the influential circles of the kingdom's elite families. She sported wide glasses, freckles, and braces, epitomizing the classic image of a "nerd."

"Please watch it in slow motion so that I may gradually explain everything that is written in this file, even though I understand it doesn't display everything well." Her voice is calm and confident but this is not her regular calm; this is something very dangerous—the calm before the storm—which I never noticed before. "Miss Luis, all right, I am giving you one chance to explain this video so that you cannot complain to me that I didn't give you a fair chance." Uncle Joseph nodded his head to allow Bella to explain the video. "My lord, Alicia's murder is not random; it's a planned murder to hide the darker truth about Lisa Morgan from the world. We must go further into Lisa Morgan's past to

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Jameson watching me with a smirk on his face, as if he were savoring every second of my torment. Alice let out a soft shaky breath. “You think I killed your mother? I want you to understand, Lauren. I want you to see the bigger picture.” “The bigger picture?” I echoed, glancing at Jameson, who was now leaning casually against the doorframe, as if this whole situation was nothing more than a mild inconvenience. “What are you talking about? You were the last person to see her. I don’t even know you! Why did you kill her?” “No, Lauren,” Alice replied, her voice eerily calm. “I didn’t kill your mother. But I know who did. And I know why.”

"Just a few minutes of your time." Silence blanketed the room, and I signaled to Marco. He understood, heading to the sound system to plug in a USB. Alice's voice filled the space. "I want her dead. Make it look like an accident, a fall–whatever it takes." The guests gasped, a wave of shock rippling through them. Alice went pale as a ghost. "That's fake..." she stammered. "It's all fake!" The screen came to life, showing Alice in a cafe, sliding a briefcase of cash across the table.

Free from their grasp, Oliver picked up the phone again, covered the receiver with one hand, and said viciously, “I should have killed you as well, Alice. I regret that I didn’t kill you!” Not intimidated by her words at all, Alice said bluntly, “You wouldn’t have gotten that insurance money if you had killed me. I was testing you when I told you my father had bought accidental death insurance. I have long suspected you were the one who murdered him. To be honest, his insurance was just regular critical illness insurance and I received the money from it five years ago. You thought you had get the money if you killed me and proved that my father’s death was an accident. You are so naive. Didn

“Why do you have such a hard-on about getting Alice here to talk to you?” This time I allowed the smile. “Honestly? I’m worried about her,” I told him. “Her entire family was murdered six months ago, Mike. Six months, Alice has gone from being a normal eighteen-year-old girl to the leader of this pack. She’s had no time to mourn or process her grief. No, she’s pushed it down and is ignoring it, but things like that can’t stay hidden forever.”

If all this happened, why didn't I recognize Alice as the murderer? Kaelan looks at me with sad eyes. "Your back was turned so you didn't see her charging at you. He hit you with something silver. A dagger, I think. You screamed and tried to turn around, but Alice grabbed you and used the dagger to slit your throat." Kaelan stops and looks at Alice with rage in his eyes. My heart sinks as I listen to Kaelan's words. The gravity of the situation and the weight of his accusation settle heavily on us. Alice's face contorts with shock and disbelief, her voice trembling as she responds. "You can't possibly remember all this."

he intoned, his voice flat and final, “the court finds the defendant, Alicia Belmont, guilty of the murder of Maya Belmont.” The words hit me like a physical blow. My knees buckled, but the bailiff’s hand on my arm kept me upright. Guilty. The room spun. I looked around wildly, desperate for someone... anyone... to see the truth in my eyes. My gaze snagged on Lea, perched in the row behind Killian. She was smiling brightly, a full, excited grin that lit up her face like she’d won the lottery. Her eyes sparkled with triumph as she leaned forward, whispering something to the woman beside her. She was happy. Thrilled, even. Finally rid of me. Tears burned hot behind my eyelids, spilling over be

the beta in questions daughter in so little. Nudity in packs is not an unusual thing but I preferred what was mine to stay mine. I was definitely not comfortable walking around in my birthday suit like some and I didn’t see that changing ever. Just as I reach the door handle I hear muffled male voices and turn. A group of the Alphas were in the hallway. One of them taller than the rest, catches my eye, their jaw clenching. They return their attention to the group and redirect them in the opposite direction. I step in the bathroom and try to think where I had seen him before. He was taller than the rest, tan with rock solid muscle. Intimidating to look at and that’s saying something consider