The Alice Killings Novels & Stories

"Damn it. Hold on, Alice." In order to save Alice and everyone, I have to get rid of the killers first. I jumped on the closest one while the others weren't looking, instantly snapping his neck. Before they could see me, I flashed behind a car and sneaked behind the second one, raising his gun before he could shoot someone again. "Hey!" Before the third could blink, I was already shooting him using the second's gun, killing him in an instant. I chopped his neck so he'd only lose consciousness, and tied his hands behind his back.

Then, the image of Alice flashed in her mind. 'Oh, my God.' Serena felt the ache all over again, but she didn’t want to ruin the moment. Her family was happy for her. Instead, she decided to ask Xavier about it later. They all had tea or coffee afterward. Silas was immediately busy returning to his job as the company’s CEO. There was a brief gap when Serena and Xavier were alone in the chairman’s office. Serena asked, “Xavier, did you check with the Hartleys?” Xavier nodded. He looked regretful as he put his coffee down. He turned to her with a woeful expression and said, “Alice has been presumed dead. The Hartleys held a memorial by the river… at Riverbend Point.”

"Alice, what are you doing here? You weren't invited." "Because Lucas Hart is a murderer," Alice continues. She walks down the aisle toward them. Guests shrink away from her. "He killed his first wife. He killed Rachel Hart. And I helped him do it." Chaos erupts. People start talking all at once. Cameras appear as guests start filming. The priest steps back looking shocked. "Alice, you're clearly having some kind of breakdown," Lucas says smoothly. He lets go of Elara's hand. "Someone call security. Get her out of here."

"The first victim, Luigi, was strangled with high-voltage wire, his tongue torn out. The family's signature punishment for a 'big mouth.'" "The second, Mario, was filled with seven gallons of cement and thrown into the Hudson. A standard 'swimming lesson.'" ... I recounted the confidential details of all ten deaths flawlessly, my voice unhurried and composed. I even knew details the FBI's own autopsy reports had missed. A young agent's coffee cup shattered on the floor. His voice trembled. "This is all classified. It's from the FBI files. There's no way you could know this!" I shrugged, my expression a mask of innocence.

Since the one who did this with Daisy was attempting to murder the two kids, Alice was afraid that if she didn’t find out the truth, she would have to be worried for the rest of her life. Seeing that she was determined to do it herself, Zayden didn’t say anything more. “To be honest, I have suspected that the person who tired to kill Max was involved in this,” Alice explained. Zayden looked back and asked, “What do you mean?” “Don’t pretend you are unaware of it or haven’t noticed it yet. I know that someone was trying to kill Max.” Alice had only spent six months with Max, but she already sensed that accidents were always happening to him. As a result, Zayden, who had known him for so long,

Lexa deserves a piece of me for everything she’s done tonight, even if she doesn’t understand the significance of her actions yet. “Alice often worked in the house of a high fae nobleman and his family as a laundress, and she never admitted it, but I believe she offered herself to her master in an effort to keep me out of the Culling. It didn’t work, and as the months passed, and the Culling grew closer, it was obvious she was with child. My father was furious, flew into a blind rage and killed several fae guards who’d ventured beyond the gates, and he was put to death for it.” I lick my lips, closing my eyes as those months spiral into full color. “I became Alpha. Alice died in childbirth a

"First of all, let's get the facts straight. Who killed Victor and Father? I didn't do it. Technically, they're still breathing." Alice stared straight into Ella's eyes, where the pupils had dilated wide. Her sister's lips trembled violently as she tried to deny it. "N-no! You're lying! You killed them!" Ella raved, shaking her head wildly. "You... you killed my husband and my father! You fucking bitch!" "They're still alive, Ella. It's just that they no longer have wolves inside them," Alice replied with absolute coldness. She tilted her head, looking at her sister. "And then you ask what you did wrong, right?”

Alice went more into detail explaining everything he needed to know. “How long do I have?” He inquired. “Two days. Will that be enough?” Alice asked. “Yes.” “We will randevu at the old abandon salt factory at ten o'clock the morning, in two days.” “Okay. I will see you then.” Khan or Kevin. One of them was talking the truth. Alice knew she already knew the answer in her heart, but she did not want to believe it. She wanted solid evidence. She gasped for air every time she thought of the possibility that Kevin Rodriguez could be her Kevin. She lay awake through the night thinking about her past. Her mind raced through everyone she killed. Some were bad people, and some were just at the wrong

A strong woman. I realized how much I loved them. How much I'd give to protect them. I never told Lucien. I never told anyone but my aunt about them. The plan was to remain in Havelock for our whole lives. Never going back. But that changed when I got the call from Alice. "He's killing everyone." She cried on the other end of the line. "For six years, he's been looking for you and he's been killing everyone. It doesn't even matter if you're Blood Moon or Black Mountain."

Alice had her gown gathered up to her belly, and he held her by the hips; she wore only a black dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up and the veins protruding. Alice Winters is a prudent and immaculate student representative by day and a poisonous, bitchy-nice slut by night. She once told me I wasn't "sorority material." She sprawled on Dr. Wolfe's table, slutting it out. Who isn't sorority material now, you bitch? I reached for my phone to record them. I knew it was wrong, but I'd use it to blackmail him to pass my next test. Her skirt gathered around her waist as her hands clawed at his back. He spoke dirty words into her ear in a raspy snarl.