Ginger Alden Book Novels & Stories

If there was an award for the person with the most harebrained business schemes and ideas, Marie was sure it belonged to Williams- Steven’s father. Rounding the corner, they arrived at the room where Alden was and Amelia hugged her one last time before leaving. Taking a deep breath, Marie knocked softly on the door and stepped in. An astringent smell hit Marie’s nostrils the moment she walked through the door. Alden sat up in bed, reading a book. Alden King was a stocky, bald man with thick eyebrows and sharp eyes that seemed to search out the mischief in people. Clearing her throat to alert him of her presence, she waited for him to look up.

Alden said as he sat down on the grass. "His name is Elgar. He helped me when I woke up after falling off the cliff. At first I wanted to run away, but I was really weak at the time. So I just accepted his help." "Is he nice?" "Very nice. He and his sister, Kathleen, accepted me into the house as if we were already familiar. Elgar also gave me..." "Gave you what?" asked Alden curiously. "Mint-flavored tea I've never tasted before, food, clothes, and he also treated my wounds." I almost told him about the silver chalice.

*** Adria walked stealthily into Alden’s chamber, she dismissed the worker that was standing at the front of the door to go away , the worker bowed his head in submission before walking away. Adria opened the door of Alden’s room, her back to the door and her gaze flickered around the outside to see if anybody was watching her. In utmost satisfaction, she opens the door. Alden was laying on the bed, snoring deeply in deep sleep. She quickly took out the charm which the witch had prepared for her. She muttered some strange incantations as she used the strange ginger looking stuff to touch Alden’s head. Alden turned his body to the other side of his bed and he mumbled something inside his slee

I was late morning when Tristan entered the room pulling my head of the book, I looked at him in slight amazement. “We have the conference call in twenty minutes.” He greeted stepping into the room as I looked up. “What?” He asked and I held up the book. “Tristan, this book.” I stated not really knowing how to explain it. “It’s a novel, just a story that I found in the library, but it’s based on a family of werewolves, the two daughters, twins, were born with a special gift, they could produce fire and ice.” I uttered and watched as his brows rose. “They later became joint alphas of the their pack. Do you think this could be the story of the alpha twins that we were looking for?”

“And then, there's someone out there who has fifty one thousand with just two books.” “I knew it all along,” Alicia’s tone made Emily tear her gaze from her phone, something that once seemed impossible. “I knew she was a good writer that stayed humble.” “What's that? I'm confused here,” Emily leaned in. “The author of those books,” Alicia inhaled deeply, combing her hair backward. “The name is Elysia Alderidge.”

En Adela looked at her face and said seriously, 'Then tell me, are all the things you said before true?' Ginger Geller's eyes widened, and he seemed incredulous: 'Of course it's all true. If one word I said is false, I'll be thunderstruck!' En Adela's expression slowed down a bit: 'Then what is your relationship with them?' Ginger Geller's face stiffened for a moment. After a pause, her face didn't turn red. She raised her chin directly and proudly replied, 'This woman, she has been targeting me everywhere, just because she likes Javen, and I'm the one Javen likes.'

“Really? That old thing? Do you expect me to believe it holds any real value? It looks like it’s been through a war.” I smirked at her response. Hearing her underestimation only fueled my confidence. “I’m giving this to you since I already have a copy. After reading it, you would know the answer to my question,” I answered her as I carefully handed her the book, afraid that the pages would crumble into little pieces. Giselle inspected the book in front of me with a mix of curiosity and doubt. “An Almega? An offspring of an Alpha and Omega?” Giselle questioned as she skimmed through the pages.

He chuckled and held out his hand. “I’m Alden.” I hesitated only briefly before taking it.“Thiago.” His eyes flickered down to the book and he pointed at it. “I’ve been looking for that one.” I looked down at the book again. “You have?” “Yes. For nearly a week.” He sighed dramatically. “The librarian told me it was somewhere in this section, but apparently I have the searching skills of a blind goat.” A laugh escaped me before I could stop it and Alden grinned.