Martha Speaks Alice Novels & Stories

"But if you lie to me, if you're not completely truthful, I'll hunt down your family and make them suffer for your betrayal." Martha swallowed hard, her mouth dry with fear. She knew she had to be completely honest with him, no matter what the cost. "I'll tell you everything," she said. "Where's Althea?" Adam asked, his voice urgent. "She's at the orphanage," Martha said, her voice trembling. "She said you'd never be able to find her there." Adam's face darkened. "Are you sure?" he asked, his tone menacing. "What else did she say?"

Martha’s ominous words triggered Halle’s memories to come flooding back in a dizzying rush – the warehouse confrontation, Xavier…a gun being pointed at her… Fear for him clutched at Halle with icy talons. “What…did you do?” she forced out through ragged breaths, summoning every ounce of strength to give the words sound. Martha simply chuckled at Halle’s weak protests, the bone-chilling sound sending dread pooling in the pit of her stomach. “I’ve simply ensured everything will unfold precisely as I desire,” she replied cryptically. “Xavier’s foolish crusade ends here. And you, my dear, have a front row seat to his destruction, if you ever see each other again, that is,” She added coldly, not

“I heard that, Sophia.” I gasped dramatically, covering my mouth. “Oh no! I’ve been caught!” Nathaniel chuckled beside me. “Busted.” Martha walked toward us, her robe tied tightly around her waist, her hair still a little messy from sleep. “For your information, we do more than just that,” she said, raising an eyebrow. “We also eat, sleep, and talk.” I scoffed. “Yeah, yeah. We all know the truth.” Martha smirked, about to reply when Alex stepped out behind her, stretching his arms over his head. “You guys are leaving already?”

Harry From the far end of the corridor, Martha, the Alpha House's senior housekeeper, paused in her tracks. She had served three generations of Alphas. Few things escaped her notice. She had witnessed only a brief exchange. A greeting. A moment of silence. Two people who had once seemed like strangers are now unable to meet each other's eyes for more than a heartbeat. Nothing improper. Nothing anyone could accuse them of. Yet something had changed. Martha lowered her gaze. "It isn't my place to interfere," she murmured to herself.

Martha whispered "What happens to you?, You would be killed, I can't leave you here" Amelia asked worry laced in her tone "I would be okay my lady" Martha started reaching for Amelia's hands smiling, "even if I die saving you, it is better than slavery" Amelia hugged Martha and let the tears in her eyes rush out like a river. "Thank you" Amelia held her fingers before turning , shifting forms and running into the night.

Martha laughed " you are right. You two could pass on as sisters. The bond you share is so charming that sometimes I wish I have someone that talks about me just as she talks about you" Bella chuckled " I'm sure you have people that love you" " I wish" Martha let out a sigh " my life is a disaster. I can't even begin to explain the amount of hate I have surrounding me " " Is it that bad? "Bella asked in concern. She could see a girl trying hard to mask her pain. She does like it. Martha, this is their first time meeting but she was sure they will be good friends. She doesn't seem bad.

"It's all in the contract. Didn't you even read it. The slave will ensure no harm comes to the master. The slave will do everything in their power to ensure the master's safety, comfort and happiness. You're not being a very good slave, Alice!" "Stockholm's" Caleb whispered into her ear. "Aren't you grateful I rescued you before you hit that stage?" With that, Alice pulled away from him and ran from the kitchen. For a moment he figured she'd come to senses and was trying to save herself. Until she returned holding a grenade. "You shoot him, we all die," Alice announced. "You see... when grenades go off in the movies it isn't accurate at all. If I drop this now, I can guarantee you, all of us

I can’t look up. The hands on my shoulders are still holding me in place, but I know that voice. The man from the diner. “Alpha, the sentence has already been read,” the old man says. There’s a wobble in his tone now. My blood runs cold at the title. Alpha. If anything I’ve read from all those paranormal romance novels is true, then this man is far more dangerous than I gave him credit for. “Release her,” Diner Man says. His steps sound closer.

Martha joined me again, panting as she was tired of being knocked out. She looked like she had been dunked in a fiery pit as she smiled at me before looking at the beast. “What’s going on?” the witch asked. “And you must be Martha,” the beast noted. “I didn't recognize you at first while beating you around but now I do. You are not a threat. I can see through Jane’s memories and see that she adores you.” “You… you can talk?” asked the witch in shock. “You have a separate mind of your own?”

“And you, you old fart — you’re far worse! You cannot sell people!” “Yael!” Martha raised her hand, ready to slap me. “You ungrateful son of bitch — how dare you!” "Martha." Alpha Ahbaya interrupted before Martha’s palm could connect against my cheek. Her green eyes glowed as she smiled, showing all of her wicked smile. She used her influence to rid off Martha. "Take your money and leave us alone. I’ll take it from here, old nasty witch."