Alicia Bgc 10 Novels & Stories

Hayes’s message followed: Attached everything I could find on Alicia Brown. No criminal record, no red flags. Grew up in foster care after mother died in a small-plane crash when she was 8. Father unknown/absent since pregnancy. No living relatives on record. University sophomore, clean academic record, part-time library assistant. Lives in a dorm on campus, and she’s friends with Mirabel. Her social media posts are mostly about books, friends, and campus life. The Loungefield photo is from the gala guest list—confirmed attendee via ticket purchase under her name. What’s up with her? Why are you looking? Who is she? Did she do something to Mirabel?

She knew not to believe in the lies that they fed her, she knew to hold strong and stand her ground; she would be dead if not. “Green will take all that blue holds dear.” The mother Luna returned again, looking at the girl’s eyes. Liana looked down at her feet, but the woman stood and put her finger under her chin, forcing her to look her in the eye. “You may leave. Clean up yourself and then go and tend to your classes. You have missed many already as you were in the private chamber, I can assume that you would have to catch up.” She walked out of the room without saying a word, and it was seconds later that the terrace door opened, revealing the blue eyed woman, Luna Ella, the Alpha’s firs

Or the carefully constructed world surrounding her. It was hers. She found Marissa in Tobey’s room, organizing Tobey’s school things. “Marissa,” Alicia called gently. “Can I ask you something?” The nanny straightened immediately. “Of course, madam.” Alicia smoothed the yellow gown she wore - she’d intentionally chosen it for brunch because of Tobey’s drawing. “How do I look in this?” Marissa’s face lit up. “You look beautiful. Truly. The colour suits you so much.”

Had Alicia finally shown herself? …

"Of course, I’ll take care of my goddaughter. She’s too innocent to get polluted by that mess you’re calling a life. Give me her bag." She dragged the bag inside, then came back and faced him. "Burn in hell, Lucas. And may every joy slip through your fingers." She shut the door. *********************** Alicia stood in front of the mirror, dressed in a sleek black suit with a white designer bag in hand. Her short gown, suit, and pantyhose fit her like they were made just for her. She ran a hand across her cheek. It still amazed her. Her reflection no longer makes her feel insecure. She looked powerful, sophisticated, and beautiful.

The air buzzed with renewal. Luna stood at the center, dressed in black leather with silver embroidery, her silver hair braided tightly, beads of moonstone and onyx woven into each plait. She was every inch the Alpha Queen—commanding, radiant. Kael stood beside her, regal in his own right, though the heat in his gaze whenever he looked at her was anything but formal. Selene joined them, her fingers stained with ink and herbs, her face tired but determined. "The wards are holding stronger," Selene reported. "But I want to travel east, to the border. There's magic in the earth there. I might find something we can use."

Observing her body in the large mirror, she adjusted her hair slightly and closely examined her morning skin. "What are you doing, Luna? You've been rejecting everything without telling me beforehand," Alicia scolded Luna with her usual barrage of questions. "Rejecting what?" Luna asked, feigning innocence. "First, you refused to be in Justin's music video. Second, you turned down the LV photoshoot in Egypt. Third, you missed the charity bazaar. Fourth, you caused another problem with Taylor. And fifth, you're two hours late for the Bugatti briefing today," Alicia explained, in a predictable fashion that Luna could easily anticipate. Slowly, Luna slipped off her sleep dress and entered the b

And if she didn’t. No, Lisa couldn’t think that way. She had to believe there was a way to save Ace, even if it meant risking everything. Back at the mansion, Lisa excused herself, retreating to her room under the pretense of needing rest. Adonis lingered outside, his presence a constant reminder of the danger they were in. But Lisa wasn’t going to rest—there was too much at stake. She set up her laptop on the small desk in her room and began her research. Evelyn’s name brought up pages of socialite events, charitable donations, and business ventures. On the surface, she was the perfect picture of a philanthropic heiress, but Lisa knew there had to be more.

She walked across the crystal-lit floor. Carson suddenly turned around at the sight of a familiar face, instinctively thinking, No way! But Alicia’s high heels clicked as she practically aligned her steps, heading straight toward him. She held a nude-pink Chanel shoulder bag in both hands, looking as delicate as a crystal doll. Carson let out a sigh of relief. If he’d been drinking, he might’ve spit it out. “It’s you?” Alicia reached out her hand, smiling with her eyes crinkled. “Let’s introduce ourselves. I’m a blind date, Alicia.”

Alicia mumbled only to hear Modret's chuckle "you were scard, aren't you?' "Of course I was. If you are asked to do something then do it with your hands. I do not want anyone coming at you because of your abilities." Alicia said and Modret nodded. What Alicia noticed so far was that Modret listens and obeys blindly that was why he picks the character of Edgar... Oh well. *** Some hours later, Alicia was dressed in a royal blue gown dainted evenly with shinny crystals. There was a fancy black belt fashioned and drapped around her waist. The gown was edible and free flowing. It was the most beautiful dress she had to pick out from her closet. Her hair