Madly Deeply Alan Rickman Novels & Stories

She leaned close and whispered, “We’re being watched. Act normal. And please… help me escape this house.” My heart pounded in my chest. Then, without warning, a voice echoed through hidden speakers. "Well, well. The drama! What a great show!" Alpha Alfred’s voice was cold and mocking. "Ten years later, and there you are, Alpha Rick. But I have to say… you're not as bright as I used to think. Taking such huge risks for women you hardly even know? Ah, the irony." He laughed—cold, hard, ringing off the walls like shattering glass.

He looked every inch the Alpha—commanding, unyielding, and too dangerous to lie to. “Eliana.” His voice was deep, quiet, but it rolled through me like thunder. “Sit.” I obeyed, my legs stiff as I lowered myself into the chair across from his desk. My hands wouldn’t stay still; they twisted in my lap as if trying to find an anchor. His gaze pinned me, unblinking, unreadable. “You were the one who found Rick.” My throat tightened. “Yes.” “You screamed.” I flinched. “He—he was already dead. I didn’t—”

I said, smiling at him and extending my hand out to shake his hand. His eyes turn dark for a mere second, and then his lip tugs slightly into a smirk. The big scar over his left eye made him look even more mysterious, just as Ricky had told me. "Luna Dannelly. It's a pleasure to meet you. Thank you for the invitation. I apologize for my lack of communication and for not responding to your invitation. I've been so busy. I thought I wasn't going to be able to make it, but, I just couldn't miss today. Alarick is a good friend and I just had to come and greet the old Rascal." he says, smiling. He delicately grabs my hand, pulling it forward and placing a kiss on my knuckles.

He was asking for stuff from the rest of the people. They were probably five people who had just arrived. One of them was being called Mark, meaning Sir. He was now probably going to the people and harassing them. Whoever he went to would grab him by the hair and raise his face and the person would start screaming. And at the same time, everyone else started trembling and crying.

Hackles up. There. Near the pillars. I see it. A symbol stitched inside a sleeve. Small. Easy to miss. Silver thread shaped in a pattern I know too well. Lyra. My jaw tightens. “She’s here,” my wolf growls. “Not her,” I answer. “But her shadow.” A man approaches me. Tall. Thin smile. His scent is wrong. Not his own. Layered. Masked. Magic. I am too used to it to be fooled by it.

Alden also realized something was wrong. Ryan laughed sweetly and he seemed as if he was possessed by a crazy demon, "Why don't you die Alden Richards. Let me help you to send you away from my Life. Kang Dennis is MINE. Go to die, Everything be fine if you die, hahahahaha. Denny will be MINE". Alden's pupils tightened, and only had time to say, "RYAN CRUZ, Are you mad and lost your sense?" But what Alden said was useless. His words couldn't stop Ryan's madness.

Her voice carried a mixture of fear and disbelief. She looked toward Lucy. Then toward Richard. Then back at the phone. Alan sounded confused. “Yes, I did. I had no choice. You weren't answering your calls. I was worried sick.” He paused before adding, “And while I was there, I met this crazy woman.” Samantha nearly stopped breathing. “What crazy woman?” she asked quietly. Her eyes immediately found Lucy's. “She said her name was Mrs. Jonathan.” The room instantly became silent. Alan continued speaking, completely unaware of the panic he was causing.

Her perfectly dyed black hair was pulled into a bun, she was very pale and wore bright red lipstick, along with an extremely stern expression and austere clothes in brown tones that made her look even more somber. "Oh, Marcia, your wish won't come true," Alan said and sat down calmly. "Sit down, Rick, to enjoy the show." "This is my house, Alan!" she complained. "Paid for with my money," he replied, and I sat down just for the pleasure of contradicting her. I wasn't interested in being nice to a bitter woman who had mistreated Mariana. "Your money?" She gave a critical laugh. "The money I deserved for putting up with you for so long."

The woman answered me just now. “She was the Moon Goddess.” I say, and Azlela confirms with a string of curses. I laugh. She's back alright. The door to the dungeon bursts open and Rick comes rushing in. He is pale, with angry red spots covering his cheeks. He runs past my cell and stops at the one besides me. I move to the bars, looking out and seeing his silhouette standing rigid, staring inside the cell. “You are supposed to be dead. Why are you not dead? You WERE DEAD! IT WORKED! But.. But.. WHY ARE YOU NOT DEAD?!” He screams at Azlela. She laughs, her voice raw with emotions.

the maid spoke, but she didn’t say a word. ***** Alan finally opened his eyes, staring at his surroundings. He removed the drip slowly, boiling with rage. “How dare that motherfucker!!!” he yelled, standing up from the bed. “Oh!!! You are awake,” Doctor Wicked murmured. “That devil nearly killed me. He deserves to be in the psychiatric ward, he isn’t sane at all. He is mad!!!” Alan yelled Walking out, he felt like destroying Vincenzo, but he wouldn’t. He knew how it would turn out if Lord Lucifer found out that Aurora was alive and that she was the stripper he had gone crazy for. He wouldn’t spare Vincenzo’s life at all.