Novel & Cerita Walking Dead Alvin

“By this time, Alvin should be on the way to the Langley family villa with his men. There are many people still in this world who can put Dustin in his place!” … In the dark of night, a motorcade was driving along the road. One of Alvin’s hands was bandaged, while the other hung in a sling before his chest. He sat in the backseat of the car in the lead with a grim face. He was the eldest son of the Williams family of Honora. He had graduated from one of Lovellia’s top medical schools and further studied medicine under a famous physician. He had come to Rivenesco with his teacher and hoped to meet the Medical Sage. He had also been hoping to get some pointers from the latter.

Alvin hurriedly walked up to me and whispered in my ear, "Found them. It's an abandoned factory." His words were a cruel reminder, telling me what I had lost. I slowly lifted my head and looked at Alvin, my voice trembling as I said, "It's over. Tabitha's dead."

he turned his gentle smile on me with an exuberant wave, "hi, I'm Sylvain. Tania is my mate." "Ever the diplomat, Alpha Sylvain," Lilith quipped, shooting him a bright smile. "Nice to see you, too, Lilith," he called over his shoulder but his warm smile never wavered. Victor's gaze grew distant when he spoke, head shaking slowly with scrunched eyebrows, "If she's away and they get to her and I'm not there to protect her. If I can't get to her and something happens..." With every word uttered, his hand tightened around mine, "No. No, she stays."

Then he thrust his fist right towards the solar plexus twice, and he also had time to get a wooden punch on his shoulder, again. Alvin deflected the beam from the others with his arm legs, then ducked to kick his opponent's leg. The opponent was uprooted, not just one but two. However, he didn't know that from behind there was already one more person who was more than ready to hit him with other wood. Alvin turned around, but he was late. The thick wood had already fallen on his back head to the point of bleeding. "AL!" shouted Delmar seeing his best friend fall but still about to be beaten by his opponent.

“What?” “Our surveillance teams spotted another convoy.” Patrick raised an eyebrow. “Dominic?” “No.” “Alvin Wellington.” Patrick smiled faintly. “The boy still refuses to quit.” Elsewhere… Alvin sat inside his armored SUV, staring through binoculars toward the harbor. His investigator sat beside him. “There are too many guards.” “I know.” “We should wait for the police.” “No.” Alvin lowered the binoculars. “The police won’t survive this.” He reached into the glove compartment.

his deep voice rang out, bringing me out of my trance, “You're free to take a picture, that'd last.” “Nonsense.” I said, pushing past him and he grinned loud enough for me to hear. Ambrose sat on the couch with a serious look, one hand typing away on the laptop and the other held a sandwich. He didn't even notice my presence till I tapped his back. “Found Alvin?” He turned sharply, “Oh, Elena, you're here already. Take a look.” He handed the laptop to me. I zoomed in on the photo. Alvin sat slumped against a wall in what looked like an underground location, a deep gash running along his forearm, dried blood darkening his sleeve. He looked like he had been running. Someone had gotten to him b

I wanted to ask her out on another date and hopefully, she doesn't turn me down. "Hey, Viana, I was thinking —" The front door clicked and her neck snapped in its direction, the moment between us, slowly dying out. The door swung open and Alvin walked in, his bag hanging off one shoulder, laughing at something someone else behind him had said. As he stepped more into the living area, I noticed that Kevin was right behind him. Alvin stopped the second he saw me and the laugh slowly died from his face. His whole body tensed up as he froze. Kevin stopped too, his eyes moving back and forth between us.

Every time I needed a transfusion, he drained you for me. "I should've emptied you out back then and saved us the trouble." I smiled. "Too bad for you. It's gonna be pretty hard to get my blood now. Better take care of yourself." Just then, my coworker arrived. I grabbed their arm, ready to go. Vincent's voice rang out behind me, calm but firm. "Sophia, once I've dealt with the Ortegas, I'll come for you."

“You were saved by Alpha Eric? That notorious mass murderer who slaughtered our Royals? Charlotte, you got to be kidding me.” Ava wasn’t ready to believe her story which she had to repeat again and again. “So, you are implying that Alpha played moral police and even sentenced his own warriors for a vampire? Total Rubbish!”

(Artis’s P.O.V) Day after funeral pyres Sitting in the car with my mate, Alpha Brock Malone, was pure torture with his scent surrounding me, nearly suffocating me. He smelled delicious, leather and pine. It had been over a year since I had seen him. A year since I had spoken my official rejection. A year since he had softly said that he did not accept that rejection. Orsa, my bear, and I were slowly dying. I was having difficulty shifting and when I did, it was agony. Orsa stopped talking to me, I rarely heard from her and when I did, it was usually something snarky. I didn’t blame her though; I had taken her away from her mate. Brock hadn’t been doing much better, according to my brother, w