Alvin Murphy Novels & Stories

I hung up and watched him walk up to me. Alvin is such an interesting person and I got to find out a little more about him. He is an only child and never knew his parents. He grew up with his uncle at the Bluemoon pack and picked up his love for football at five. His uncle says he’s just like his father— a lover of football… and he has a combination of beauty from his parents. We talked a little about our personal lives yesterday. Although I didn’t say much about my family, I told him about how I ended up here in the mooncrest college… while Alvin is currently in his masters to get a career in sports, he was assigned as the assistant football team coach.

Now, he says, Oh! Why are you there my friend? Alvin replies (cry) Friend, please help me to get out from this cage. You know, I been staying here within 3 months ago. Moving forward, I did not eat foods yet. To his request, Eric has tried to push the door of the cage, yet he can’t open it. Moving forward, he tries to open the door using the sword. However, the sword can’t open it. On the other way, he has eaten the key even if, his teeth will be totally broken. Amazingly, the cage has opened. To this, Alvin is on the top of the world, And he says,

Before he even finished smoking his cigar, Alvin had already arrived. "Mr. Richards, things don't seem entirely right. Ms. Murphy really didn't join the Richards Group just for the money," Alvin immediately said as he walked into the office, "Through my investigation, I have discovered an important piece of information today. Ms. Murphy's father, Javon, died some time ago." "What?" Hansen stood up at the sudden news and snapped at Alvin, "What nonsense are you talking about? This is a matter of life and death. This is not funny."

I stood erect still holding my tummy, I pushed them aside and said "I'm fine.. thanks for trying to make me lose my lunch. Let's go, shall we? I faked a smile pretending to be okay. Although my tommy still hurts, retreating wasn't an option. Tony's feet still hurts as he leaped to Alvin's residence. The game plan was to visit Alvin, create a distraction while the others search the house for the book. Reaching Alvin's home, we could see a cat jumping out through the window. It was Tom, his grandmother's cat. Alvin has lived with his grandma and Tom his whole life. It was an old-fashioned home. The walls of the house was cracked and the paint on the wall was peeling off. A set of sagging wood

the Alpha began, “we have come to a decision. Alvin, please rise.” Alvin stood, his face a mask of feigned indifference, but I could see the fear in his eyes. He knew he was going to prison. And he wouldn’t be getting out. “Alvin, you have been found guilty of attempted murder and conspiracy against an Alpha. You are hereby sentenced to life in prison, without the possibility of parole. Furthermore, you are stripped of all pack rights and privileges. Do you understand these terms?” Only then did Alvin’s facade crack, his face contorting with rage. “This… This is bullshit!” he shouted, whirling on his heel and striding toward me. “You can’t do this to me!”

Those who were around me often failed to see it, even the man who called himself my best friend never saw through my pain, well, unless I was crying. “I would be more than a little happy for the two of us to take our time. As long as we both know that we want this, then why not?” I asked, and Alvize smiled. His smile revealed a small dimple on his cheek, and I couldn’t help but bite my bottom lip as I tried preventing my smile growing more than it already was. It was the first time in years that I found myself smiling as truly as I did, and it wasn’t because I had to.

Do not think that I do not know that you had a hand in the death of my mother , you killed that woman and made me an orphan at an early age . I don’t know why I still want you crazy disgusting company , but let me make this clear to you , you can take your company and go to hell with it because right now I don't give a fuch about it . Alvin stood up from tge seat that he had seated on , he wanted to get away from this man as soon as he can , anymore moment with him could make him do crazy things that he thought he could never do , he didn’t want that to happen , he had do much going through its mind shd ge wasn’t going to jeopardise it all.

One year later Melody’s POV I stood at the door leading outside, Alvin at my left side. “I’m still mad at you for never telling me any of that!” I teased my uncle, poking him in the side as we waited. “Well, no one really asked me about anything here in America, so I liked being treated as a regular human being, no harm in that.” He shrugged at me. It turned out that Alvin had been a member of the SAS for the British, having been honorably discharged at a young age when a bomb shattered his leg, hence the cane. When he had joined his law firm, he had already had the clearance required for them to deal with their more ‘select’ clientele.

If he is a werewolf, I would have seen him in maybe one of the Alphas meeting. He looks like an alpha. But he’s human. I can smell his scent. So he’s not a werewolf, why does he look very familiar? “I see you have a protector now, Justin.” Luke smiles at Justin. “He’s handsome.” “Stop being creepy, weirdo. He saved my life.” Justin mutter to Luke. Her blushes even brighten red. “Ohhh. Is that so? Well, thank you Arthur. It’s nice meeting you. Thank you for saving my clumsy sister. I do appreciate it.” Luke says.

With a growl, he started off to their hideout still fuming. Still in his wolf form, he crept into the place through the backdoor which only he knows and changed back to his human form. His teeth clenched hard as he located his clothes and bundled himself up. His name is Arthur Murray. The Alpha king of the Crescent moon pack. The image of the human hunter that had chased him in the woods still lingered in his head and made his blood boil the more. He had only let his wolf out for a little hunting, having no idea he would bump into the one he and every werewolves dreads the most. Pure Humans! The sight of a werewolf makes their fingers itch to kill.