Alexa Bliss Bray Wyatt Novels & Stories

“She’s a conniving bitch.” “She’s not a conniving bitch,” Beau drawls. “She’s a little country bumpkin who’s mommy got lucky because some high up asshole thought she was pretty.” “That high up asshole is my dad,” Wyatt snaps. Archer can’t help but roll his eyes. Wyatt glares at him. “Isaac Jones is still in the Alpha Cabinet. Incubus for a wife or not.” “You think she pulled some dark voodoo on Pops?” Beau says. “Had to,” Wyatt says. “He was so happy with my mom. Then next thing you know—” He snaps his fingers. “Some dumb bitch from Greendale with an asshole kid is living with us.”

Raelyn knew what her daughter was thinking and said, "That woman was born out of wedlock but was raised by Lamont and Lucian. It looks like things are going well for her. She is now the vice president at Valeria's company." "I know her, but I didn't expect her to be this capable," Natasya glanced at Braelynn once more. Natasya's impression of Braelynn was that she was beautiful and talented. However, her aura was on another level now when she stood beside Richard and took his arm.

- I reached a final decision after pondering on it for a while. "Okay. I'll send you the details, I'm leaving now" - she turned to the meek girl with the huge framed glasses. "She's in your hands now" - she smiled before heading out the door. Without Rachel around, my attention turned to the young lady, "I believe introductions are in order. My name is Selene Woods and you?" - I initated a formal introduction between us both. "Bennett Gale, I'm an intern at the agency and I'm also a big fan of your movies, ma'am" - she spoke excitedly with a big grin on her face.

Ten of the werewolves empires joined us. They were all allies of Atticus and since he was with us, on our team. That was enough to convince them to join us. The fact that Rayne was such a good benefit in the convincing process made me proud of her more than I already was. I fell in love with the way she talked and the way she explained everything to the alphas. I let her do the talking more than once because she was the one who experienced manipulation and she almost got kidnapped. All of the time, she allowed me to read her mind whenever she was talking to the alphas as if she were gaining her confidence from the smiles and nods I gave her from time to time whenever she felt that she was cl

he smirked. Blake's POV Her lips curved upward into a smile bright enough to blind me, she probably caught on to what I was suggesting. She gasped, still smiling from ear to ear, "Blake Wilson, are you saying what I think you're saying." I returned her smile with one just as bright but it's not as if I could help it, her smile was contagious like that, "Depends, what do you think I'm saying?"

Daisy said, staring at Seth Nathaniel, who Immediately moved his gaze from the altar. Daisy's action had caused an uproar in the congregation. Gazing at her mom, Wade Roberto could read meaning into the lecherous gaze she had. Walking up to the priest, Wade pleaded with him to skip the part that involved kissing the bride. Moments later the priest made the announcement and urged everyone to stay till the wedding ended properly. As Wade Roberto and Daisy Hunter walked down the altar having fulfilled their Holy matrimony, their gaze fell on the Lecherous gaze of Mrs Angela.

He will want to be there in case this works". Brax nodes, placing a kiss on my forehead before I leave the room to stay set up. Pearl and Eve join me, helping me get everything ready. My heart is racing as I try to read through the spell one last time. The door comes up, and in walks, Brax pushing Daisy in a wheelchair. She looks so much worse than the last time I saw her, but she puts on a brave face, smiling at me. Brax takes her over to the couch helping her lay down. Moments later, Seb comes in. He stands there staring at Daisy as it sinks in that this girl was giving her body so his mate could live inside her. He walks over to Daisy, taking her hands in his and staring deep into her eye

Jax I kneel on the wood floor, my knees pressed hard against the grain, the ache a familiar anchor. The frustration of the past few days coils tight in my gut. Frankie’s first heat has filled the pack house with her scent, sweet and maddening, a constant reminder that we can’t bury ourselves in that wet pussy. We took care of her, I got to touch our beautiful princess and ease the fever. It’s not enough. The Alpha in me bristles, restless, but Corrian’s presence grounds me. His shadow falls over me, and I look up, my throat already aching with anticipation.

I said, making Anya frown. “And what duty am I to be cursed with doing?” Alina asked, and I smirked. “You will serve as my personal attendant.” I said calmly, knowing that this was going to annoy her. Her eyes widened, fury igniting. “Your what?” “Personal attendant,” I repeated. “I heard you the first time. I was giving you a chance to say something less insulting.” Anya stepped forward. “Alpha, I don’t think that you thought this through…” “It is,” I said, stopping her. “And she will start her duties today.”

My name is layla. I was born in 920 b.c. I was left by an apple tree in the middle of a grass field, with wild flowers. My adoptive father, Damien found me, and took me home to his wife, Isabell. They had two kids together; Phebe (age 10) and Isaiah (age 5). Isabell had Phebe at the age of 13, and Damien was only 17 years-old at the time. It was normal in 920 b.c to marry, and have kids young. My parents were only married a few months before having Phebe.