Alice Spades Novels & Stories

Joe sat down on the sofa, it creaked under his new weight. “Well fuck,” Charlie said. He looked even greener than a few moments ago. “I know this is a lot of information, that’s why I needed to call in a favor,” I said as they all continued to stare at Joe in disbelief. Murphey shook his head. “And how did you get roped into this?” He was slowly gaining his composure. “Well…um…I’m technically their Luna, the Alpha’s mate.” “You’ve been gone a week!” Murphey squeaked. “How in the hell did you go from being a single agent to pretty much married?”

Judging from her bold appearance alone, Levana could tell that this red haired woman was not one of those. She exuded an air of power and confidence. Acting like she owned the room. This woman was definitely a different breed of a woman. Strangely enough, Levana kind of liked her and the feeling seemed to be mutual as Alicia smiled a little before introducing herself. “My name is Alicia, Alicia Sparrow.” “I’m Levana, Levana La Rosa.” At this point, the men were watching the interaction between these two women unfold. They wanted to say something, but the moment they were about to part their lips, Alicia glanced at them as if warning them to not disrupt her conversation.

Alice had just sat down in front of the mirror when a few other maids also brought out a shelf full of elegant dresses and a few beautiful low-heeled shoes and placed them in front of her, waiting for her to choose. “Miss Alice, today is the day you have an appointment to visit Prince Nelson Spence's racecourse. How would you like to be dressed?” Alice looked at the beautiful dresses in front of her eyes, gradually remembering the events that were about to happen and would happen in the future. She needed to quickly memorize all of that so that she could devise a perfect revenge plan.

“Listen Little Luna, you know where I stand. I told you I’d give up my title and ride off into the sunset with you.” “You three are acting crazy. We don’t know if we’re mates. This pack and leading it is your legacy. I’m just some type of something. You three are the Alpha Triplets of the Far-Side Moon Pack. I’m just good old Detective Alsie, who doesn’t quite fit in here and who doesn’t quite fit in with the humans either. As wonderful as it sounds, I won’t let any of you give up your legacy or do anything that will hurt the pack.”

Her stomach was bandaged, but her face wore a victorious smile. "Do you know what he told me just now?" She pulled a small crystal out of a bag on her wheelchair. The crystal glowed, projecting an image into the air. I saw myself thirteen years ago—in rags, covered in wounds, taken and broken by three rival Alphas. I was crawling on the ground, weeping, begging for mercy. "Shut up!" I snarled. "He said," Seraphina continued, letting the humiliating images play, "that he only saved you back then out of pity. But now, he's found the woman he was truly meant to love."

As Jenna and Logan celebrated their victory, they suddenly heard a loud roar coming from the forest. They looked up and saw a huge, black wolf standing at the edge of the clearing. The wolf's eyes glowed yellow, and it snarled at Jenna and Logan. Jenna felt her heart skip a beat. She knew that this was no ordinary wolf—it was an Alpha werewolf, and it was here for revenge.

She sighs turning around back to the screen walking away a little but stops turning to look at me. "I can only answer two of those questions but first, I'm going to have to explain something to you." She sighs slowly walking back over to me, I just stand still staring at her getting rather worried. "I haven't been truthful to you about my line of work, I'm not a lawyer that helps rich people get away with things they shouldn't, I'm a spy." She bluntly says looking at me, I stare at her confused not believing her.

She is a cheerful and brilliant girl, so smart and energetic, a bright future alpha that we had to raise as a human, because my daughter was too afraid of losing her. 24 years ago, I was ready to give the position to the next alpha, my son, Damian Stephan. He was a strong alpha and a top notch warrior. In the night of alpha ceremony, an army of hunters ambushed us. They threw several wolf's-bane smoke bomb to weakened us, and kill the most of pack member who were present in the ceremony. Where were the guards?

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.

That he never had to learn exactly how much of it had been borrowed. Back in Italy, unaware of any of this, Lila's suspicions kept deepening by the day. The woman beside Alex moved with a polish that echoed the Sophia she remembered from years before the fire, in ways the version who'd called herself Sophia this past year had never quite managed no matter how hard she studied for the part. Alex, for his part, remained fully, blissfully unaware — golden eyes bright with the particular relief of a man who believed he'd finally gotten his whole life back, already sketching plans for expansions and studios and futures with a wife who had never actually needed to learn any of it secondhand.