Alice Spades Novels & Stories

"To our future warrior." She tilted her head back and took a sip. I lifted mine as well, but I barely let it touch my lips. Then suddenly, Lucia stumbled. The glass slipped from her hand. Red berry juice splashed across her chest. Her silver dress instantly stained dark red. "Ah!" Lucia cried out. The next second, she staggered backward into a long table, knocking over a candle stand. Flames spread across the tablecloth. Chaos erupted instantly. In the middle of it all, my glass was still in my hand, untouched.

This bed, once a sanctuary, now feels like a stage where the lies I've told pirouette around me, each one a specter of the life I thought I wanted. The silence roars like a storm, and within its grasp, I am struck by the irreversible path before me. The woman who once rested beside Alex, blissfully unaware, has disappeared, replaced by a stranger with eyes peeled open and a soul ignited with illicit cravings. I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to fend off the assault of reality, but it's hopeless—the truth is seared into my core, an unyielding, throbbing force.

"She knows! Do you think she helped Arya get away?" Alice's expression turned grim, her nod almost imperceptible. "I do. And if she did, it means she's been playing us all along. Using her position to gather information and wait for the perfect moment to strike." Vivian's eyes sparkled with indignation. "That sly, cunning... We need to get to the bottom of this, Alice. We can't let her get away with it!" Alice's thoughts swirled with the weight of her secrets, wishing she could unburden herself, but knowing she couldn't. If Alpha Jasper discovered she'd lost the prize, his wrath would be unforgiving, and everything would unravel. The consequences terrified her.

I guess there was no escape. There was this odd sense of organized chaos. Amelie Ashwood, Celeste Ashwood, and Anne Bye had a crew of she-wolves in my suite called the Glam squad. Both sets of Alois' twins were being passed around between mom and grandma then, for some reason, to me. I was forced into a chair to get my hair done, then handed a baby. I think it was Aspen. He looked as confused as I was. "Listen, kid; this will be you one day, you know. You're an Alpha, so you'll have to do the same thing one day." He instantly started crying. He was taken out of my lap, and a bouncy little girl came over instead.

“I’ll talk to you soon.” “Okay--thanks.” Ella echoed Rome’s thanks, and Bart started to get back into the car, but Rome stopped him. “By the way, you never told me. Whose yard was that?” Bart stopped and stood back up. “Oh, uh, Ruby Waterstone. You know, the actress from Better Days? I thought she looked enough like Ella that if people started asking questions, they might just go with the rumor that you’re dating Ruby.” “There’s a rumor that I’m dating Ruby?” Rome asked, his forehead furrowed.

Alice Laurine Holmes, a beautiful woman who deliberately disguises her beautiful face with an ordinary appearance. Wears glasses and always ties up her beautiful long red hair. Because of her bad appearance, Alice is often bullied at her own campus. However, it was not a big problem for Alice because she was deliberately looking for a sincere friend to want to be friends with her. Although Alice is from a well-to-do background, she is now trying to live independently by working part-time as a waitress at one of the famous restaurants in Miami, Florida.

Alice pulled the door gently open, but as soon as she did, everything in her world fell apart. When she witnessed her soon-to-be spouse making out with her sister and making filthy noises, she felt like crying. fall from her stunning blue eyes, but she choked them back, not wanting to cry for him. They both felt so tremendous in themselves that they continued having sex without realizing that Vina Dennison was taking pictures and films of them. She gazed at them as they went on having sex without acknowledging that she was standing behind them. They were startled out of their meditation when Vina gave a silent snort and grabbed a vase from the doorpost, smashing it on the ground."Liars, tra

49 ANNALISE The evening light filtered through the old, dusty windows of Adrian’s shop. I could feel the weight of my past pressing against my chest, memories I had long tried to bury. Adrian stood nearby, his eyes filled with concern, waiting for me to speak. The silence between us grew thick as I fought to find the words. “I trusted him,” I began, my voice barely above a whisper. “Spencer… he was everything to me at one point. A part of me even believed we could share something beyond this realm, that we were bound in some way. But it was all a lie.”

“Spill it. T‌he pa​​c⁠k deserves your grand declaration.” ‌The traito‍r’s li‌p‍s cur‌⁠v⁠ed int​o a⁠ thin, triumphal smile. “S⁠​he‌ is the chi‍ld‍​ of‌⁠ the Bl‌ue M‌oon Massac​re.​ She is the⁠ da‍ugh‌ter of​ the very man w​​hose or​ders brought fire​ and death‌ to y‍our lands, Al​p⁠ha.” The​ cham‍⁠b​er went dea‌thl⁠y q​uiet, th⁠e words echoing like h‌ammers⁠ agai‍nst s​tone.

This wasn’t her first getaway, nor her tenth. Alice checked her backpack to ensure the bars of gold were still inside. There were three large bars, and she knew they would cost a fortune. She zipped the bag and adjusted it on her back properly. Her life would have been easier without Collin Marcello. From what she knew, he worked with the international crime agency and was obsessed with apprehending her. He made all her missions difficult, and if she weren’t well-trained, he would have caught her a long time ago. Suddenly, someone swooped behind her, and large arms covered her mouth as her back pressed against his chest. Alice let out a muffled gasp; she knew it was definitely Collin. She sm