Madly Deeply Alan Rickman Novels & Stories

She has consumed nearly every thought of mine. Too bad I never made it to her. I stopped for fuel at a station just outside of our territory, hopped out of my truck, put my debit card in the reader and someone walked up to me. Then, everything goes black. I need to cancel my card, I need to find my truck, but first, I need to open my damn eyes. My mind is swirling and I hear hushed tones. I’m aware of everything going on around me but I can’t freaking move. I know Nolan is here, I can feel him looking at me and I recognize his scent. I hear crunching and I can finally get my eyes open a sliver, only to see the most ridiculous thing I’ve seen thus far in my nineteen years of life… Nolan is tr

Hearing that chilled voice, he nodded and turned around back in the rain to complete the work as soon as he can. Mr Alan Richards, a twenty three year old model is the scariest creature in the underworld. No one knows that the man who portrays in advertisment on the television is someone who runs this dead grave drug business at night behind the scenes. Alan had inherited a lot of illegal businesses from his family, modeling was something that he wanted to do out of passion.

I blinked; after some difficulty, I forced out a few tears and said in a tone of despair, "No need to comfort me. I know the dead can't be brought back. I should wake up after so many days. I won't cling to any more hope." He still wanted to say something when Lambert stepped between us. "We're all grieving at this funeral today, Bethany. I hope you can come out of this stronger." Lambert pulled me further and further away until we lost Sampson's friend. "Almost everyone's here," he whispered. I raised my eyebrow at him. "Get ready for showtime, then." I stepped onto the stage and took the microphone, and announced to the entire pack and the other wolves, "Today is a sad day. Our Alpha has l