Aliza Grace Book Novels & Stories

“Grace has lost too much blood. It’s already more than what a werewolf could heal from naturally. If we don’t intervene soon, it could become life-threatening!” Paolo froze for a moment, clearly weighing the truth of those words. He glanced back at me. My face was pale as snow. Just as his expression began to soften, Ayla burst into tears. “It’s okay… My injuries aren’t serious. Let them treat her instead. They’re her colleagues, after all. They’ll definitely be biased toward her. I have no parents anyway. Nobody loves me. Even if I die, no one would care.” Paolo’s heart ached, and his tone turned sharp and mocking. “Grace, you really are something. Just one year working at our pack’s hospit

'Azalea,' I mumbled over and again, testing the name on my tongue while the slave handler continued to speak. "Are you certain of this, Alpha? You haven't checked out the other girls yet, and—" Desmond, my beta, had whispered something. My decision obviously took him aback because, on a regular day, I would carefully examine several slave girls before choosing one. Even for him, this was unusual conduct. But I didn't care, and I repeated. "Yes. She's the one I want.” I affirmed. The slave broker had cleared his throat after my declaration and waved a poster at me. He began talking, telling me the fee, which was relatively large - I paid without a doubt - and then informing me that Azalea was

Alisa asked me curiously as she began to flip through one of the books Brie had bought for me. “No, not yet. I just had Brie deliver these,” I responded with a shake of my head. I tried to find Brie from the side of my eye but she had discreetly disappeared. Smart girl. “Alright, let’s look through them together for something simple enough. I don't want anything lethal. Just something enough to knock her out for the night,” Alisa said as she slid into my chair and began reading the book. I smiled a sly smile and turned to pour myself a glass of water.

There are two sheets of paper inside, the first one is written in Bianca’s cursive script. ‘I know you’re trying to solve this too. I’m okay so, don’t worry, just put an end to this please.’ “Too?” Bianca’s somewhere, sharing the same goal as me. I flip the page over, hoping for something more. Where is she? Who’s she with? How did she get out of Serafino’s clutches? Because she couldn’t have done it alone, she must have gotten someone to help her. Shaking my head, I drop the page to my lap, empty of any more information about my sister’s whereabouts. I turn my focus to the other sheet, confusion painting my face as I try to make sense of the text.

Past life Althea pov "Who the hell are you" Azzazal asked the girl who sat on his bed cross-legged. She raised her head from the book she was reading and lazily waved her hand and got right back into her book. He snatched her book from her fingers to get her attention. "Who are you and what are you doing in my room," he asked slowly as if questioning a child. She got up from the bed with a bright smile on her face and extended her palm introducing herself.

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Mia I can hear you but I can’t. “ Alice, I swear to the goddess that if let us die like this I will never forgive you.” “ Mia” “ are — are you crying?” “ Yes, you idiot. I don’t want to die this way!!” “ I— I — I don’t know what to do” “ okay try moving first” I did as she said but nothing was happening. Why can’t I move?!!!! “ Alice try moving opening your eyes first” Okay okay Alice you got this just open your eyes you’ve been doing this your whole life.

Zeke looked up from the computer he was working on and he spoke, his tone measured yet concerned, “Diana, maybe you should give Noah some space. He’s moved on.” That wasn’t what Grace thought was needed to say at all. They needed to remind her of the atrocities she had committed and tell her to her face the kind of awful person she was. Diana turned to Zeke, her eyes flashing with irritation. “Stay out of this, Zeke. This is between me and Noah.” She said, looking at him with contempt, like she might hit him if he didn’t stop. Just wow! There were just a lot more people specifically designed to ruin other people’s life just to get what they wanted than Grace had ever imagine, because it was

Read and find out what happens next and how her life in Alpha Nelson's mansion would go. Grace is in a deep mess! Fuck!