Alice Madness Hatter Novels & Stories

he was delighted to see that his master and young madam is now going to be staying in one room. Amelia sat down in front of the dresser with Maisy at the back, brushing her long, wavy hair that reaches to her waist. "Madam Lia, your hair is really beautiful," Maisy said. "That's because you took care of it, Maisy," Amelia said. "Oh, Madam Lia, I don't deserve such high praise from you," Maisy said, acting dramatically. Someone knocked on the door. Helga opened it and Alfred came in, with a lot of people behind him carrying Damian's clothes and other things.

Clarisse felt deafened by what she heard, "You did what? Are you out of your mind?" She asked, but Alice simply shrugged. "Do you really want me to answer that question? My answer will be phenomenal." Alice threw the question back with sarcasm. She has nothing but her dark humor, might as well use it to annoy someone. Black Lotus stared at Alice for a moment, wondering if this was Alice's coping mechanism and considering sending her to a therapist, but she doesn't think any professionals could help her. Alice didn't budge, and she was the first one to avert her gaze.

Alice was looking charming at her son, how is become a man, growing strong just like his daddy with such height to attract the she-wolves to himself, they loved their males tall and huge. Camela was mute she never wanted to utter a word, she maybe doesn't want to be the person to unleash the heart attack on their mum, she's already a drug addict, and she might be heartbroken and then collapse to the ground. Alice withdraw her cigarette away from Shrudge, she put it off and then decide to get the meaning from the game they were playing. “Uhm honey listen...”

That person who almost succeeded still failed in the end, didn't they? I still felt uneasy. Where exactly did that mute maid go wrong? With only three minutes left on the countdown. Alice spent all her points to exchange for an item called [Camouflage Potion]—it allowed one to perfectly disguise their scent and aura as a wolf Omega. She was gambling everything. "No time to hesitate." Alice looked at us. "I choose the identity: [Castle Laundry Maid (Omega)]. Is anyone willing to come with me?" In the crowd, my usually silent Second Sister, Sofia, raised her hand.

I’m not usually this picky, but tonight I’m in a strange mood. And then I see her. Alice. She’s twenty-five. Her profile photo is taken from the chest up. She’s blonde, and her hair’s up in a scruffy bun, with lots of strands tumbling around her face. She’s wearing tasteful makeup, and she’s laughing at whoever is taking the photo, revealing that her front teeth are slightly bigger, which makes her look cute. She has dark-blue eyes and a mole on her left cheekbone, and she looks intelligent and classy. She’s wearing a necklace with a pendant in the shape of a playing card bearing the Queen of Hearts.

Alice's whole body began to glow brightly as an energy she had never felt before overshadowed her entire body illuminating her body from head to toe… Diana and Liam could only watch in awe as this unfolded before their eyes… The glow slowly started to die down revealing Alice with closed eyes. Her eyes flew open. “Joan” she muttered. She raised her eyes to look at Liam and then at Diana. “I think you both need to know this. Their leader is someone we all know. It's…Hazel”

Plus she smelt different. I quickly dropped her to her feet. "You are not my mate." I said sternly and I could hear gasps erupting from the crowd. "Who are you?" I spat angrily. She looked shocked but quickly shook it away and stood up. "I'm Amanda, alpha Drake's sister and your mate." She smiled showing her teeth. I didn't like her smile. "No, you are not my mate." I repeated. "So what if I'm not? I'm sure I'm way better than whoever is out there." She wiggled her eyebrows and emphasised on the word whoever.

His hesitation appeared to irritate the Alpha further. Harrison stammered and began to cough, clearly struggling to respond to Alpha Riel's question. The Alpha's patience wore thin, and he raised his voice, demanding a clear answer. His frustration was evident, and it was clear that he shared a trait with Hawthorne – a dislike for being kept waiting. In the end, Harrison could do nothing but nod.

she said, giving them a small smile. Of course. Same blond hair, same shape to the eyes, same slender figure—though it appeared that Martina was a few inches shorter than her younger sister, which Jester noticed when he reached out to shake her hand. All Jester knew about Alisa’s sister was that Martina Vega Battenburg is a licensed Potioneer and a psychiatrist, a mother of a two-year-old girl, and a wife to a popular pastry chef. In her dark green dress and white lab coat, she was probably the most harmless Vega he had ever met.

I smiled. "What if I did?" He said, trying to be bold. "Even if you did... it would never work out." I blurted. He flinched at what I said and didn't talk anymore. I waited and waited but he didn't say a thing, even his friends didn't utter a word. "She's right, you know?" Misa unexpectedly said, making me look at her. "I'm sure you heard me say it before, you know... when you were eavesdropping. He's an alpha and not just any alpha, he's an elite among elite."