Alvin Murphy Novels & Stories

I asked as he turned to leave, trying not to laugh as he winced upon hearing his new nickname. “Alpha Julius will be back to… ask you a few more questions.” Was all he said, a slight grin forming across his chiseled face, were all these guys fucking sadistic psychos? At least I had confirmation that Alpha Julius was indeed my captor. I listened as Dean’s footsteps faded up the stairwell and looked around my cell. It came complete with a steel platform I would only assume was meant to be used as a bed, and a toilet. I was surrounded on all sides with pristinely clean glass, with the exception of the cement back wall, which gave me a pretty good view of the entrance.

" What Alvin said next plunged me into an icy abyss. He took the tablet from Tamara and casually told me that he wasn't as empathetic as Muriel, who still harbored a very slight affection for Aston. He told me that the horrific car accident that was about to happen to Aston on the highway would take his life and make him completely disappear from the world. "But you know, when I think about how horribly you're going to be crying after his death, I feel a little bit sorry for you," Alvin said, laughing in my ear. "Should I tell the driver to hit the brakes a little earlier to spare his life? But if I do that, you must come back with me afterward. Aston only deserves the scraps from my table."

Alvin signed last, with a flourish, the way a man signs a check he has been waiting all his life to write. Then he clapped his hands together once, sharp as a pistol shot, and said, "Wonderful. Wonderful. Now, let us all have a small lunch to celebrate, and then my son can take his beautiful new wife home to her new life." No one in the room corrected him on the word beautiful. No one in the room looked at me at all.

“Boys!“ Immediately, three of the guys excluding Darkie and Sergeant Cole also jumped into the pool. Four minutes later, they dragged Alvin out. The scene was frenzy and noisy as Alvin was trying to break himself free from the three men holding him. Mr Miller's face was clouded in anger and discontent. “You disappoint me, son.“ “That guy was trying to tell me something! And you freaking knew it; that was why you signalled them to—” “This would never have happened if your mother was here.“ Alvin shut up, and the guys holding him let go of him. “How—” “When the issue with your face started, you were less than a year from finishing high school. At first, I thought it was because you were just

I said with a look of understanding in my eyes, I was really happy for him. “Yeah, you are right. Her name is Eva, Eva Watkins. I really don’t know how, but she’s got me wrapped around her fingers” Alvin explained with a gleeful face and excitement in his voice. “I totally understand,” I said with a smile “my man is in love, these are interesting times” I added knowing that Alvin once argued with me that there is no such thing as love back in our hay days. I had argued that love exist but it was difficult to find true love especially after Elaina.

The man approached Dave, then stood next to him. "Don't try to get up, run away, or say 'I'm fine'. Because it's useless at this point!" the all-white man said to Dave. "I can barely even feel the existence of my legs," Dave argued irritably. "In this kind of pain, you're still running your mouth. Too bad killing you isn't in my power. Otherwise, you would have gone to the afterlife. He was Alvin, a special doctor who had been dealing with people with privileges like Dave. Besides being a good doctor, Alvin is also a close friend of Dave.

“You look… gorgeous.” “Thank you. You look great, too,” I said. We took Alvin’s van because I didn't even know which club we were going to. On the drive there, we just talked about normal things. It was nice. Alvin has a way of making people feel relaxed. Even though he plays serious characters in movies, in real life, he is funny and always telling jokes.

“I’m still confused. What does my manager have to do with anything?” Marilyn glances around the café again and then takes a huge breath, letting it in and then out. “Okay. This is going to sound…pretty odd. But Alvin drugged me. This was years ago, and he did this when I was still a new singer on the scene, and he insisted that he was the right person to be my manager. He told me he would help me become the performer I wanted to be, all the good stuff. That was until I signed the contract.”

“Ungrateful? I never asked for this. I had made peace with my loss. If the Council wants to euthanize me, then let them. It’s not up to you to decide my fate.” “Peace?” Nathan chuckled wryly. “Do you call going on rampages and scaring innocent people half to death every night ‘peace’?” “I’m not going on rampages,” Alvin said, swinging his legs over the side of the bed and standing to his full height. He was a little taller than Nathan, but thinner and more ragged. I couldn’t decide if it made him look more or less frightening. “Look,” Alvin said quietly, “I’m sorry that I scare people. But I can’t help the way that people see me. I swear, I’m not bothering anyone—”

Silvercloud grinned, doing the Mister Burns finger-tapping thing. Everyone else took a look and nodded in understanding. “Um, hello. Human here who has no clue what is going on,” Alex raised his hand. “The mark Alpha now sports tells all he is the mate of the Kavanagh Alpha,” Silvercloud smirked, giving me a bow. “What? I’m so confused,” Alex sighed.