Gotham Alfred Novels & Stories

Bryant rolled his eyes. “You’re not in uniform, so I don’t have to listen to you,” Alex huffed. “And she’s my best friend. Not letting some random guy go after her,” he added. “Luna, you remember me? I’m David Bryant. And that…” David greeted, pointing past me to the honey-eyed wolf. “Is Mikali Hamilton. Alpha sent us to protect you and your family. He didn’t mention a brother, though,” David explained, giving Alex the side-eye.

“What the fuvk! those werewolves went into hiding? Where are they now? What is your plan?” “My plan is simple…” “Nothing you say is ever simple, Lucas.” Fabiano shook his head. He had known Lucas for long to believe his plan would be simple. “I am the lord of the Vampires after all…” he grinned evilly. “Hold up, how does this story take away the fact that they have an Alpha who wouldn’t sit back and watch us take over his throne?” Lauretha asked. “His name is Alpha Arthur. And as I am speaking to you right now, he will be dead in a few hours’ time and that is when we strike. This is top secret. No one else must learn of this until the mission is successful.”

But being the big boss that he is, he doesn't see it that way, he thinks Gaston is a failure for not doing his job properly. ***** All those are not hidden from the prying eyes in that room, someone who knew the big boss very well. Don Chavis aka The Don who is the big boss of the Mafia has a past. He may be dangerous and powerful now but to the prying eyes, everything is but a bluff. Don Chavis' real name is Alpha Adam, he was a coward Alpha. Humans may fear him or adore him for his power, but in Grass' eyes, he is nothing but a coward.

To be honest it felt good to put Greta in her place. She had done too much and now I wasn't going to take it. “Scarfaced is responsible for the treacherous killing and butchering we see in pictures and videos” “So Alfredo is just the name? He's actually harmless?” “From the looks of things yes” “Any weaknesses” “Yes, alcohol” “As expected” “You'd mistake him for an alcoholic but it's just an addiction he avoids”

he gasped, his voice quivering with rage, “you will pay for what you’ve done to Brenda, my wife.” Alfred’s smirk grew wider, the raindrops glistening on his cold features. “Oh, Damien,” he sneered, relishing the opportunity to taunt his adversary. “You think you deserve Brenda? She’s better off with me. She needs someone strong, not a pathetic excuse for a man like you.”

A towering figure appeared at the door—Dayton’s master and the ex-chief of the Viper’s Den Butterworth Branch, Alfonso. Jude saw the scene before he walked out and he grinned. He nodded at Alfonso and said, “Alfonso, Dayton is your disciple after all. I think he’s just hot-headed. You should just teach him a lesson so that he knows what he did wrong. Try not to be too harsh on the kid.” “If you say so. I’ll spare his life!” Alfonso accepted the bank card from Jude that contained ten million and nodded. He then approached Dayton, who appeared utterly devastated.

We were both of the same soul, and I knew without doubt that Atlas couldn’t be bought by beauty or offers of power. “How do you know what your mom has planned?” I asked a bit weakly. “Adelina can see outcomes, and I have the incredible gift of knowing my mother.” Alette huffed, rolling her eyes as Adelina giggled.

Nyx's Pov Alden kept his eyes on the road, and I leaned back slightly, wondering what he had to do with me. He had found me even before I was able to find him. Alden Black Lombardi. A ruthless mafia lord who killed with cruelty and didn't care about anything else other than what he wanted to do. Gary was supposed to lead me to him, but instead, he was killed and I was captured by this guy instead. So, obviously there was going to be a change of plans.

gifts. "I wasn't finished. I need more. I need you, Lilith..." He crawls towards me like a wolf coming to be petted, and I move back into the wall, trying to make spaces between us, but it's futile because the room is only so big, and he's already halfway to me. "Times up, sir." Alfredo comes inside with something semi-resembling a gun but is boxed and square with a yellow end. He holds it in his hand, pointing it with a wavering hand towards Damian as if he's been instructed to do just that.

The streets flood and there is no time to answer my mother because that means losing sight of Alfred. His great stature and height, are the signposts that jump out at me. I go running and as I get closer, I slow my steps. His face is more visible with every meter of distance less and the least I expect is a grimace of desolation that does justice to the night he spent in the clear, not this one of one who has found deliverance from his troubles. "Good morning, Alfred!" Not the least bit affectionate greeting, especially with a drink in his hands that he doesn't like and that will be for a second person "Are you going to take that drink to one of your regular admirers or will you be looking f