Ejen Alicia Wallpaper Novels & Stories

"He seemed nervous and in a hurry. I thought so." Nicholas frowned, then looked at Alicia. Asking her to do something about Elena. And quickly, Alicia nodded;giving a code that Nic didn't really understand. But Alicia took over and spoke soon. She cleared her throat and asked, "Elena, did you use Azature nail polish for your nails?" Elena raised one eyebrow. She felt confused, then looked at Jake who was also looking at her with the same expression. But Alicia pointed at Elena's nails. "Those nails. You used that brand of nail polish I just mentioned, didn't you?"

They looked poor, but there was a kind of happiness in their faces. No details. No history. No tagged locations. “That's it?” Alicia whispered in disbelief. She scrolled down again. Nothing. Her eyes narrowed slightly. “Too clean.” She exited the page and searched for Melvina instead. A few photos appeared. Random posts. Old comments scattered here and there. Nothing important. Alicia sighed quietly and rubbed her temple. “What am I missing here?” She opened another section of Melvina’s profile. Then she froze. Her eyes widened.

Leon said, making Alicia flush. "Is he talking about me?" Alicia asked. "He’d better be!" "Who, Alicia?" Viper asked. "Why not?" Leon said. Alicia grabbed her phone and took a photo of herself in her sexy bikini in the Jacuzzi. She then took an orchid and placed it between her breasts. She posed sexily and sent it to Leon, who was busy laughing with the guys. After a few seconds, he checked his phone and stared at it. He moved away from the boys while Alicia smirked, watching him on the screen.

He asked the woman as they stepped back. “I am Alicia.” The woman replied. “You are a witch, a white witch. She is a lycan” Alicia said as she wiped the years away from her eyes. Eleanor came from behind Alicia followed by the rest of the women. “How did you find us here? We were locked up by those despicable dark witches” Eleanor said in anger... “How do you know what we are?” Johnathan asked, “I know because I'm a white witch.” Alicia replied. “We need to find the baby,” Eleanor said to the woman and they immediately left the room...

It was true that she was the only designer in the studio who wasn't part of the Shinfancy Pack, but she was determined to prove her worth with her work. Alicia tried to ignore Lilith's harsh words and focus on her project. However, after discarding several drafts, she began to feel the pressure mounting. She had made several drafts based on Mr. Howard's project proposal, but she knew she needed more information about Mr. Howard's preferences, but the proposal lacked the necessary details. Then, Alicia remembered that Alpha Ellis was friends with Damian. Perhaps he could provide some insight into Damian's tastes. She searched her phone and found Damian Howard. Oh, yes. She had forgotten that

Still, the official pack bitch, I mean Alicia, came Hansen, touching his arm. That caused Kayla and I to let out a little growl as she was getting too close to him, flirting with him like the slut she is. "Hansen, you have me so sloppy, remember what you promised me," Alicia said, smiling at him provocatively. I looked at her, and I couldn't help but be jealous of how she was flirting with him. I wanted to rip her head off with one blow. I wanted my flames to burn her at stake for being a slut, my face changed radically, and Elena stared at me when my eyes changed color to a metallic blue.

Hana consented and they all agreed to hide in the hallway . A few minutes later , Alicia came out of her room bearing a magazine or newspaper they couldn't be too sure since they're not close enough to see it very well. She wore a glass on her face and tied her into a ponytail. She was only wearing a simple gown . Giving her the cute and innocent vibe. The barefaced Alicia is a sight to behold. She went to the dining table and folded the paper in her hands and grabbed her cutleries,ever so elegantly.

“Let me see it.” No ticking. No wires. Just a plain box sealed with tape. Alex opened it carefully on the counter while Alicia pulled Aiden closer instinctively. Inside was a single photo album. Nothing else. Alicia frowned slightly and lifted it out. Old leather cover. No title. She opened the first page slowly. And froze. Photos. Hundreds of them. Not Harbor. Not politicians. Her. Alex. Aiden. The first picture showed newborn Aiden asleep on Alex’s chest years ago in that tiny apartment Alicia had hidden in after running away.

Stephanie could feel the children’s excitement building as they made their way through the heart of the pack’s community toward Alicia's shop. Though she had initially considered using a human seamstress, she felt a sense of ease in choosing Alicia, a decision that felt more meaningful now. Alicia was not only an incredible seamstress but also a woman who deeply understood the werewolf world and its sacred ceremonies. Stephanie knew that Alicia’s designs would capture the spirit and traditions of the pack, honoring the connection to the Moon Goddess.

She crept closer, peering into the open bin to see what I was talking about. Inside, piled high on top of ruined paper towels, were at least fifteen jet-black, rock-solid, carbonized lumps that vaguely resembled fruit. Alicia gasped so hard I thought her lungs were going to pop. Her eyes widened way more than I ever thought humanly possible. "Oh, Goddess," Alicia whimpered, clutching her forehead. "Oh, Goddess... my pans... my fruit... my walls..." "Nate," Marcellous’s harsh, terrifying voice slammed directly into my head through a private, high-priority mind-link.