Gotham Alfred Novels & Stories

Alfred was a young and handsome man who fascinated Scarlet in all the ways possible. She loved him too much but clearly, she loved money and power more. Her greed and lust for a better life had forced her to come to this cafe and now that she thought about it, it wasn't exactly a bad idea. After all, she always wanted to be with the powerful in society. Ten minutes later Alfred walked through the Gilmore doors, looking handsome as ever, and today, he was in his sportswear. He would have been okay if they had been humans, but his woman wanted something else.

Including Gideon and Alfred; now the old man knelt on the floor before his mistress. “I’m sorry, Madam!” he cried out, making Margareth look at him with a glare still filled with anger and emotion. With his head bowed, Alfred kneeled in regret. He looked as though he were before a queen, ready to be punished at any moment for his wrongdoing. Alfred spoke in a trembling voice, “I didn’t expect the young master to be alive, I underestimated him. I should have made sure he was dead then! I shouldn’t have rushed to leave him just because I was injured! Please forgive me, Madam! I will do anything to make up for my mistake!”

"Did you hear? Zack of Zone 2 was caught trying to break into the cafeteria. The soldiers that caught him beat him before dragging him through the street for everyone to see. No one has heard from him since. That was two days." "Hmm. I guarantee you he's now under six feet of dirt." "Hope not. The guy got a wife and kid he needs to support. Also, if my memory serves, he owes me about a pound of clothing. Besides him, did you hear Alfred of Zone 5 was picked to be a hunter? "Who the hell is Alfred," I ask, Rebecca stopping to peek around a corner. The coast begins clear, Rebecca motions for me to follow. "Tall guy, sideburns, goatee, brown hairs."

“You think you’re in control here, Alfred? You think this little setup makes you a big man? You’re still the same pathetic coward who hid behind your family’s money while you bullied a man who was worth ten of you.” Alfred’s smile didn’t falter, but his eyes narrowed. “Careful, Jonas. You’re in no position to make demands. You brought the money, I assume? Fifty billion is a lot of cash for a 'loser' to scrape together. Or did you have to sell a few of Oliver’s organs to make the down payment? Especially now that he is dead.” Brandon Kristoff, standing just behind Alfred, let out a harsh, barking laugh. “He’s got the bag, boss. Let’s just take it and finish this. I’m tired of the smell of thi

Who knows what the real reason was now. Within those two months, Alfred began to act strangely, and I noticed that money was being freely given to Ivy in large sums. Last week, he took her to a lavish party at the Lycan Kingdom, which was where the problem happened. Alfred, who was drunk, attacked an officer who was flirting with Ivy. The Lycan King, Darren Weston, ordered Alfred to turn himself in for punishment.

Sofia goes in for a few seconds and returns with a wrapped flask in hand. “I saved you some dinner,” Sofia says, presenting the flask to me. “I’m grateful.” I take it out of her hands and hug her. “Don’t mention it, Sam. What are besties for?” “Let’s go already. The ice cream’s gonna melt.” Derek urges yanking on my arm. I break the hug and turn to leave. “Give me a call when you get home,” Sofia yells as I walk away. “I will,” I yell back. It’s a three-minute walk to our apartment. The cold air of night keeps us company as we walk along the busy streets of New York.

“Either way, it looks like you’ll be staying with us for a while longer yet.” “That man... The one with dark hair who was sitting at the end of the table. He knows who I am.” Ethan runs a hand over his full lips, then leans back in his chair. “Aye. I think so too.” “Who is he?” His expression darkens. “His name is Blake. He’s the most dangerous male in the Kingdom of Wolves, and he has the power to either help us, or destroy us. There’s a feast tonight. I’ll speak with him then. And I need you to come with me.”

“I mean, you’d have to be if you have five million lying around for blackmail. And you’re clearly a man of influence if anyone’s going through this much effort to find you. Whatever your name was, it must be one worth forking out five million dollars to protect.” It wasn’t a question as much as a poorly-veiled attempt at prying. I couldn’t help it. “It’s Alfred,” was all he said, his tone curt and final. “That’s the only name of mine you need to worry about. And I assure you that you’ll get your money’s worth for your help. You have my word.” I’d been promised things before and had them ripped out from where I’d buried the words in my heart. But while I had no intention of believing anyone a

he trails off. "He is in the dark world" I finish for him. That's when I get a frantic message from our pack link. 'Your Highness' 'What is it' 'Miss Althea got a message from miss Amber, who is missing. She shared her location and asked Miss Althea to come and help her' 'What?' 'Where is Thea now' 'In her room with miss Melanie' 'Forward that text to your mobile and check for the source of the message. I need the location from where it came from'

“He used to run with Enzo, the guy in that underground downtown.” The guy squinted. “Who is asking?” I shrugged. “Businessman. Looking for someone who can move things.” He took a long sip, burped, then nodded lazily. “Alfred runs some rat hole cartel out near the port. He still acts like he’s made of fire. He is an idiot.” That was enough. I slipped him a folded bill and left without another word.