Madly Deeply Alan Rickman Novels & Stories

she agreed, flashing him a smile. Alan was a very handsome man. He had dark brown hair slicked back, giving him a polished look. His piercing green eyes seemed to see right through everyone, and it mostly made him look like an Ice prince- if ice were ever green in color. His sharp jawline and broad shoulders gave him an imposing, almost intimidating presence. He looked like a mafia lord, someone who was not to be messed with. Despite his tough exterior, he looked like someone who'd look slay in donkey pajamas.

The thick ears and droopy earlobes didn’t take my attention away from the crooked, yellowing teeth grinning back at me. “Can I help you?” I asked. “Name’s Alan, Douglas”. Didn’t mean to startle a pretty little thing like you. My apologies,” he said, putting a thick-fingered hand to his chest, then ran his other hand through the few sprigs of pale red hair that remained on his nearly bald head. “Okay,” I said, frowning deeply at him and moving another half-step back. “I don’t think we know each other.” He chuckled, but the sound reminded me more of heels dragging through gravel than of laughter. “That’s true. Smart one, you are,” he said, pointing at me. “It’s sort of my job to know things, y

~Signed, Victor Davis-Silver MD Blinking I turn the page and come to the end of the book. Holy crap am I done??? I look around, I was so engrossed in everything I didn’t even realize I had gone through the whole bag already. Carefully I put everything back together like it was. Mulling over my thoughts a little more… I try to remember what her grandfather was like. Wait a second… MD? He was a doctor? Was he the pack doctor here? The door slowly opens and Alan walks in. “All done?” He asked, grabbing the case from the bed.

She walked towards the door, but before she could open it, it was slammed open by an alpha male. He was huge and well-built, with dark hair and piercing gray eyes. He was wearing an alpha robe. It was—it was Alpha Rick. It was the first time I had seen him up close, and he was dangerously handsome, even a little more handsome and younger than Alpha George. He stormed into the room and confronted Dr. Laura, blocking her way. His eyes turned a yellow hue, and his nostrils flared. He looked like he was ready to kill. “Were you working with my mother this whole time? Were you in cohorts with her when she was doing that evil shit?” he demanded, his voice loud and menacing.

Maverick squinted at the moon, his brows somewhat furrowed in a frown. His friend, Lucas, walked idly behind, contemplating. "Are you still mad at me about Lily?" The Alpha continued to walk, ignoring Lucas's question while glimpses of his beloved invaded his mind. He tuned out Lucas, savouring every piece of her in his memory. Her vibrant laughter rang softly in his ears, sending an arrow straight to his heart. 'Goddess! How I miss—'

"I'm warning you one last time—take down the post on PackLink! Or I'm kicking you out of the pack right now!" I didn't read any further. I deleted all the texts and blocked his number. Even after the bloody lesson of my past life, being hurt by his blind distrust again still made my heart sting for a second. A few nurses came in to change my dressings. Oblivious to my mood, they chatted away. "That Alpha downstairs booked the entire VIP floor. He's spoiling his 'childhood sweetheart' rotten." "Latest gossip: Alpha Jaxon hired ten healers, saying he needs to soothe her traumatized wolf."

Another sinister voice chimed in, “He seems well-connected somehow. As soon as I started to get a handle on that girl’s address, the police were on to me.” “Liam Nebrough?!” Clarice hissed like a viper, “He’s just a poor doctor, how dare he think he can mess with me? I’m going to—” Bang! Arthur kicked the door open. What he witnessed in the living room took him by shock. Clarice was dressed in a silk robe with a half-empty glass of red wine still in hand while three tattooed and large men surrounded her. There were photographs scattered all over the coffee table. They were pictures of Anise!

It’s so warm and rich, and I know for memory it’s Alden. “Well Alpha,” someone else else replies. I'm assuming it’s a doctor. “I would assume she will wake soon. It seems we have a miracle on our hands.”

he stammered. “I believe the dead have risen, Damien,” I responded firmly. “It’s impossible… she was buried, Alpha Marcus,” he insisted, still reeling from shock. “That’s exactly why we need to find out the truth. Gather the men. We’re going to Cassandra’s grave,” I instructed, striding out of the mansion.

Aldrich said one day at dinner, gesturing over to Alan. Alan stuffed a piece of broccoli into his mouth. “Because I’m perfect.” “No, the magic was,” Aldrich countered before diverting his attention to me, “I keep forgetting to ask you what exactly you did.” I hesitated, keeping my mouth busy by slowly chewing on my vegetables. To my disdain, no one filled the silence. “Um,” I swallowed, looking at my plate, “it’s pretty complex.” “I’d rather not discuss the details of my brutal murder at the dinner table, thank you very much,” Alan interrupted. Danika snorted before shooting me a pointed, fleeting look.