Almost Alice Novels & Stories

Alice entered the room and casually stated, "You can leave now." The maid trembled slightly, quickly exiting the room. "I told her your size," Alice stated matter-of-factly. Perplexed, Alisha asked, "How do you know my size?" "When I bathed her, I memorised every inch of her body. Her red hair and red eyes are simply captivating, as if they were a gift from God," Alice pondered, his thoughts drifting. Interrupting his musings, Alisha repeated her question desperately, "I'm asking you something."

making me want to rip her to bits. “I'm certain none of you here have what it takes to end a life, so I had better be on my way.” Everyone was silent. “Hello," the agent exclaimed. “Let us not waste any time, get your fucking voodoo bullshit off me.” Evelyn went closer to her. “You must think we are stupid, don't you?” The agent shrugged one shoulder. “You might not like the answer to that.” “Well, let me introduce myself to you. . . properly.” Evelyn voiced, enunciating every word. “I am Evelyn Amira Itacha, a full blooded, hundred percent b*tch filled with more magic than this planet has seen in the last eight centuries.”

Alessa revisited Dante and asked him to help with her makeup. Help her look less like herself again. Just because she was going into shark-infested water didn’t mean she was going to go with open wounds. Dante did his thing and turned Alice 2.0 into Alice 3.0. Her hair was even lighter now, her eyebrows a different shape, and her nose and chin smaller, thanks to the contour. Her dress was a simple white floral print. Hopefully, all of this will confuse Frank even more.

Blankets tangled, a leather bound journal splayed open, charcoal sticks scattered across a small wooden writing board. "That's Olivia's chaos," Alice said, following Winter's gaze. "She was up before dawn. Probably off practicing or plotting or whatever it is she does when she's in a mood." "Is she always in a mood?" "Lately? Yeah." Alice stood, stretching. "Come on. We should get you fed before the vultures descend." "Vultures?" "Everyone wants to meet you. Sophia's daughter, the white-haired girl from the Crescent Citadel, the Alpha King's mysterious mate." Alice's tone was light but her eyes were sympathetic. "You're like celebrity gossip and a miracle wrapped in one confusing package."

Their tongues were tasteless, like the taste of coffee when one expects tea, including Hazel. “I know you’ll apologize to me as usual, but I won’t forgive you this time, trust me! I’ll make sure you dump this slut!” Alice turned her burning gaze to the girl. “I’ll make sure how in love Adam is with me, you pig!” “Ally, Ally...” Adam called calmly, to get her attention. “Yes, what is it?!” Alice barked at him, unable to ignore the stab of jealousy in her. “This is Amelia, my niece, you so wanted to meet.”

Her fur is like snow white, while her tail, ears, and paws are black. Allen huffed and started to run as well. She saw Ohm far ahead of her, and he turned left. When Allen got to the point where Ohm had turned, she couldn't see the Alpha anywhere. She stopped running, closed her eyes, and sniffed the air. When she finally caught the scent of Ohm, she broke out into a full run once again. Ten minutes later, Ohm was still nowhere to be seen. Allen looked around and realized she was lost. She stopped running once more, and when she sniffed the air, she couldn't smell Ohm's scent anymore because there was a new one, and it was strong. It was Alpha, and boy, did it smell really amazing, like home

That was cold, he could've at least let me thank him for helping me that time. "What a dick." Daichi said, fixing up his tie. "They think just because they're alphas, they can strut around like their hot stuff, piss off." He yelled but they were probably too far to hear. Daichi is a beta and he's hated alphas for as long as I can remember but he's friends with some people who are alphas. He might hate alphas but in his words, "Only the Alphas who are too proud to distinguish right from wrong." Akito on the other hand is an alpha that he trusts, we all met in elemtary school but Daichi and I were friends first.

Shaw had let go of his hand just before we entered the room. Four other people were standing around a mahogany table in the middle of the room. Two strangers, Eric, and Alice. Alice was wearing a blue evening dress that matched her pale eyes and as before she looked very beautiful. Her graceful aura made everything she was doing look elegant, even when she was just standing. I suddenly realized this room was filled with people like Alice and Mr. Shaw. They are like the models on the cover of High End magazine.