Aaleeyah Petty Novels & Stories

But Alya felt like she had entered a fish market. Alexandra spotted her and motioned her to come closer. “Go and help our showstopper,” she ordered Alya. “That’s her.” She pointed at the blonde girl, Pacey Shin, one of the hottest models in the country. Alya stared at the blonde girl who was undoubtedly one of the prettiest ladies she had ever seen. Her skin was smooth with bronze flakes shining all over her body.

Another that made her look ferocious, clearly on her way out of work one night. One of her was on the front porch of her parent’s house that could only have been sent in by a childhood friend. But even stranger than the unearthed photography was the appearance of people like the nasty Lady Annayah, who rose from the darkest part of Aaliyah’s memories to splash herself all over every available surface she could find. Entertainment shows. Blog posts. tabloids in all forms. In each and everyone, Annayah gave authoritative statements regarding not only her close personal knowledge of Omar Farouq—Wink-wink, yes, darlings, that kind of knowledge... the man is a tiger—but also her own reflections o

She didn’t know how long she had been asleep, but she felt well rested, so she figured it was time to get up and rejoin civilization. Yawning, she stretched her arms above her head. When she went to remove the covers from on top of her, she froze at the sight ov a small head of curly blond hair nestled on the pillow next to her. She scrunched her brows in confusion, pulling the covers down to get a good look at whoever was lying in the bed next to her. To her shock, it was a small female pup who looked to be about three or four years old. The baby girl was adorable, but Leah was very confused about who this pup was. “Uh, Ray?” She reached out to him through their mate link and he responded i

The bright red seal has an oddly shaped letter on it that I can’t decipher. Cal watches as I tear the letter open, the photograph forgotten . As I pull out the thin paper inside, I decide to read it aloud for Cal to hear too. “Alpha Faye, you may not know me, but I know you, and I think you will be able to help me. You see, you’re an Alpha, and I’m one too...You’re a female, and so am I,” I read, pausing right after that to look at Cal.

“She mostly makes clothes for all of them but mostly him. All the suits he wears? It's her that does it. She's the sole source of most of his outfits. It's pretty cool, although I'm not surprised it's the same thing for you too, considering that he's your mate." Her words did little to assure me. What was this feeling I had? Something about imagining the elegant woman I saw yesterday and Real left me with a bitter feeling. I shut it all away. “Were her… and Rael…?" It felt a bit humiliating to say, but I knew she got the message from the change in her expression. “Goddess, no." She said, even sounding slightly horrified. “She's Beta Kayden's sister in law. She has a twin sister, Mira, who wo

It hurt a little to be told the truth. Before I said a something I might regret later, I pulled her with me towards the group of people who saw us between amuse and curious. “This is my mom, Daniela. And my little sister, Alessia " I presented them uncomfortable by the look Mom gave me “Where is Maggie?” "She's watching TV,” Alessia replied, hugging Abbie, "You're beautiful! I think you'll get green gray hair out of Alex.” "Don't keep her to yourself, Ally. Let me also hug my new daughter-in-law... Fake, but daughter-in-law at last.”

The smell hits me, and I grimace. "Audrey," I say in a warning tone, "that better not be—" "TEQUILA!" She yells and I groan. Tequila is the sure-fire way to get me both hammered and horny, and she damn well knows this. "Come on, Kat," she says in her sweetest voice, pouting at me then grinning at Dan. She passes Mark a glass. "Why are there five?" I ask her.

Different is what I need right now. Leaving the bathroom with a solemn promise to myself, I hop on a different train and pray that whatever the future has for me will be good. After sitting, an older woman is scolding her daughter, whom she calls "Ashanti." Ashanti. I love it. Ashanti Dunbar. Perfect.

She said. I don't know if I should tell her my real name. "My name is Bethany."I managed to say. "Thats a nice name ,unlike mine its manly."She said . "Its a nice name ,I can call you Christy." "I never thought of shortening my name."She said smiling. "So Let's be friends."she added. "Sure."

Cyrus stood up from his seat and I did the same, matching the intruders height but she is way taller than me. "Apologize to Carmela!" "No!" The nerve of this girl to say that. What have I ever done to her? "Alicia, I'm warning you..." And I'm sure his patience is running thin. Alicia then just crossed her arms over her chest and turned to look at Cyrus. "I am not going to apologize Cyrus, not to this rug, not to anyone!" She's got some attitude and I can't take it anymore. How dare she call me a rug.