Alice Spades Novels & Stories

he asks me softly, ignoring my quick words. “What do you mean? It was you who...” Slowly, the realization falls over me, my voice failing me... Of course, how could I have been so naïve? Jasper looks at me in confusion, but I just sigh deeply, wetting my face with my damp hand, and finally ask, “What happened to your cell phone?” The expression of confusion slowly turns to understanding. He closes his eyes, also sighing, lowering his head. “Alice.” “She's done this before, when she lured me to that club using Bryan's cell phone.” I say with a sudden anger spreading through my chest again, and a thin growl escapes from the back of my throat. “She likes playing with people, after all.”

His late wife Alisha Young was one of the most successful actresses but with the frenzy that happened last year, she was gunned down by her crazy psychopathic half-sister, Anna. I never really liked Alisha and I know we aren’t supposed to speak ill about the dead or anything, but she was as deranged as her half-sister, Anna. She kept secrets from Jasper and all he did was love her so fiercely even till the end when she confessed that she never loved him.

A fucking signal I'd seen before, the ones I used with Ronald when I was in the Mafia game with him, and now his men use. "Excuse me for a moment." I stood up, walking to the window as if checking the perimeter. In the reflection of the glass, I watched Alice pull out her phone again, typing quickly with her thumbs before sliding it back into her pocket. The same woman who had sat at my dinner table just last week. The same woman who I'd trusted with sensitive information. The same woman who Andro had been secretly dating for months, thinking I didn't know about their relationship. Alice was the fucking spy.

Alice shows up at Elara's apartment at almost midnight. Elara hears the pounding on her door and checks the security camera. Alice stands in the hallway swaying slightly, mascara streaked down her face. Her hair is messy. Her expensive dress is wrinkled. She looks nothing like the polished woman who murdered Rachel Hart. Elara hesitates. This could be dangerous. Alice could be here to hurt her. But she sees an opportunity. Alice is vulnerable right now. Broken. This might be the moment Elara has been waiting for. She opens the door but keeps the chain lock engaged.

The high a seeing that was enough to satiate the craving for violence. In fact Spencer should be over the moon that Jasmine was murdered, after all it gave her a week free of pain. Then there was the end of Margot, I had Eleea mask our scents. I didn’t want them to find us that easily. What I had forgotten to factor in was Spencer, she knew her name and where she came from. The bastard Alpha William was not meant to call her and let the bitch know. It was meant to keep her away and more vulnerable to make her recapture easier. I wasn’t done with her yet, in fact I had barely begun.

If I eliminate Victor and the gardener, the kitchen spy will poison her before I can evacuate the house. It is a Mexican standoff, and Tara is the hostage. "Sir?" I tear my eyes away from the window. Alice is standing at the bottom of the servant's stairs, holding a clipboard, looking at me suspiciously. "What are you doing standing in the dark?" Alice asks, her voice too quick for an assistant speaking to her boss. She thinks she has power because she serves Lea. I step fully into the light, letting my height and my absolute, freezing authority bear down on her.

Chapter 14 "Why did you take my cell phone?" Jasper stared at the woman before him with a confused and slightly angry look. The woman stood calmly, wearing a long black coat and a burgundy scarf wrapped around her neck. "I'm just stopping you from making a mistake," the woman replied casually as she handed him a small, elegant white card. Jasper briefly looked back at the café, then at the woman. "Who exactly are you?" "My name is Alexa," she replied quietly. "I work for someone who doesn’t want Miss Rebecca to be found by anyone, especially Samuel Wilson."

“You’ve blinded yourself with love, Alpha. He was Crescent’s spy once who's to say he hasn’t slipped again?” Arden’s blade gleamed beside Ethan’s. “You forget,” Arden said coldly, “that this ‘spy’ bled to save your peace.” The room held its breath. And then Silas spoke. Silas’s POV “I won’t apologize,” he said, voice clear. “Not for who I am. Not for where I came from.” He stepped forward, past Ethan’s arm. “But if anyone wants to test whether I’m still a spy… come try me. I dare you.”

Blaze discloses, allowing a moment for Spencer to absorb the information. "My sister?" Spencer's confusion deepened. "It's definitely not Tiffany, and neither is it Elena? Do I have a sister I know nothing about?" "Yes, you do. She's Alice's first daughter, Astrid. She's also Elena's twin sister." Blaze clarified, offering a glimpse into the family dynamics that had unfolded during Spencer's absence. **** Astrid slowly stirred, her eyes fluttering open to find Blaze walking in with a tray of food. As her gaze inadvertently shifted to his shirtless form, she couldn't help but gulp.

In the bustling palace of Liam's pack, a new face appeared among the maids. The young woman introduced herself as Elara, claiming she had come from a distant village seeking work. Unbeknownst to everyone, Elara was a spy from the opposing pack, sent with a dangerous mission to assassinate Liam. As Elara began her duties as a maid, she kept a close eye on the Alpha's daily routines and habits. Her main objective was to find an opportunity to poison him and make it seem like an accident, leaving no trace back to her pack.