The Alice Killings Novels & Stories

The women must have noticed that I was beginning to lose consciousness because they immediately let go of my limp body. "Is she dead?" I faintly heard one of them ask, her voice a mixture of fear and panic. "Who cares... I'm sure Lord Darius and Lady Hilda wouldn't care. They'll even thank us for getting rid of this filth," another said casually. "Thank us!!! How idiotic can you be!? Half-breed or not, she's the daughter of The Great Rafael Bloom. And we've just killed her. Mere vampire maids. We'll be staked alive for this," another declared in panic, making the others start to panic as well, realizing what they had done.

"The silver weapon stabbed somewhere near his heart." I was silent. Silver weapons were lethal to werewolves, especially if they hit somewhere critical. "Riley pushed him down the stairs after that," Chloe continued. "His spine was seriously injured, and his Alpha's soul was damaged as well. It was so serious that he fell into a coma for two months. He only woke up yesterday." "And?" My voice was calm. There was no emotion in them. Chloe said, "He agrees to the annulment of your mate bond."

Alice's pov August fourteenth, Tuesday. August fourteen, I never thought I'd die. No I did know one day my pathetic life would come to an end, I mean when you're responsible for mass murder you become quite aware that death would come knocking down your door at a very young age. I just never thought I'd die so pathetically. It was bad enough that my life was so pitiful but did my death have to be so unmemorable that I died with a couple of gang bangers?

Whatever it was, she knew it would be otherworldly and could plunge her into an even worse situation. “There's no 'what,' sweetheart. I want you to prove that what you just said is true. Otherwise, you might not face the consequences, but because of you, I might kill the person who is responsible for everything,” Alice threatened, his eyes narrowing as a thin smirk formed on his lips. Alisha's mind flashed with memories of the man whose nose had bled, and then she recalled how Alice had killed her dog. It was clear that his words couldn't be taken lightly at all.

He was working on establishing a fashion company that would dominate the country. “This business must succeed; I must be able to make a good change because this is the first time there’s been a woman who looks like Alice. I can approach her again; perhaps one day I can make her my wife, because I’m sure Fiona has done something behind my back that led to Alice’s death, but I have no proof.” Morgan had always investigated Alice’s death, but no evidence had ever been found. Alice was now at Andrew’s house. At that moment, she was startled by the sound of gunfire coming from Marcel’s room. She ran towards it, and upon entering, saw Marcel holding a pistol, with two assassins present.

After Aden finished speaking, Carson was even more shocked. How could such a lovely girl end her life by jumping off a building? "I only found out about Alice's real cause of death more than a month ago." Aden took a sip of coffee and said slowly. "I always thought that it was RK who killed her. It wasn't until more than a month ago that I realized that that wasn't the case at all!" "I used to think that Alice ended her life by jumping off the building after she confessed to RK and was humiliated by him. To be honest, I didn't know that she met a few hooligans when she went home that night. She was..."

I asked, my tone deadly. Hector exhaled sharply. “Cholo’s warehouse. She’s been running things, Boss. Alice—she wasn’t even just working with Cholo. She was in charge the whole damn time.” For a second, I didn’t move. Didn’t speak. I was filled with rage. Alice had been responsible the whole time, she was responsible for the death of Sage’s father, my friend. I had been married to a murderer, a woman who had killed thousands, I had been fucking her back then, had put a fucking ring on her finger.

She actually thought she had a choice. It was almost laughable. She really believed that after everything — after the poisoning, the framing, the manipulation — she could just bat her eyelashes and play the victim, and I would roll over. She thought the ‘David Newcombe’ she had known all these years was still in there somewhere. The guy who made mistakes, who felt guilty, who tried to fix things. That guy was dead. Alice had killed him. Or maybe Lily had. It didn't matter who pulled the trigger. The result was the same.

The next morning, Alice was startled awake again in a state of panic: “Don't…Don't kill her! Ughh ... ah... Ahhh!!” That horrible dream was as clear as if she hadn't come back to life that day. Alice was still heavily haunted by the image of her mother being murdered by evil men. Those cold and callous faces were something Alice would never be able to forget. She had to definitely find them and make them pay this blood debt. Lily knocked on the door from outside: