Alisha Boe Georgina Campbell Novels & Stories

Alisa’s eyes flicked between us, her lips pressed into a thin line, her hands clenched at her sides. Caroline didn’t let her leave without a parting shot. “What’s wrong, queeny?” she called after her, her voice dripping with mock concern. “Ohhh… your envoy isn’t here to carry your loser ass?” Alisa’s face flushed, her nostrils flaring, but she didn’t say anything. Just spun on her heel and stormed off, her boots clicking sharply against the stone. Caroline smirked, watching her go. “That’s it,” she called after her. “Run!”

she said while serving cakes and drinks from a teapot. “Eh, it’s okay, Madam. No need to bother,” Alisa said while waving her hand. “Oh yeah, maybe Rinka told you before, right? I’m Jeanne Valderlia. Mother of Jouiria Valderlia,” the woman introduced herself. “I’m Alisa Garbareva, and this is my friend Floria Fresilca.” Hearing her name made Jeanne surprised. “Alisa? Hey wait. You’re Alisa from Kartovik Girls High School, right? Joy’s junior?”

“We’ve embarrassed Cindy enough.” But Alissa stepped forward calmly. “I can prove it.” They handed her a plain block of wood and a carving knife. Twenty minutes later, she presented a stunningly intricate piece, perfectly balanced, signed with the same M. The crowd gasped. Stunned at what they had just witnessed. “It’s outstanding!” “Magnificent. She’s… Mysterious?” Even Cindy looked horrified. Shane couldn’t take his eyes off her. Who was Alissa? His ex-wife, a lost heiress… now a secret world-renowned designer?

Amelia suddenly remembered how Helga prevented her from opening the television. "Wait, I'll send you the video. Oh my god, Lia. What is going on there?" Tara said as she quickly sends the video to her friend. Amelia clicked the link that Tara had sent her. She watches it for a few seconds before seeing her own face with Damian, the day that they exited the hospital when she went for a check-up. 'The Damian Castillo, caught in a scandal with a 17-years old girl' Amelia read the headlines. Her eyes were wide open as she watches the news about how Damian Castillo laid his hands on a minor.

Georgia asked irritatingly, probably from our little fight just now. " Who are you?!, " The lady mimicked Georgia using a not so good british accent. Then I recognized her. Abiola. " Didn't I tell you I don't want to see your face again!" I bellowed angrily. " Didn't I tell you I dont want to see your face again, " She mimicked me, " How would I know you're here, when you dropped me off in the middle of the road and sped away? " She was right tho. But still. She walked away and I just watched her. Something stirred inside me.

Aaliyah accepted to be one of her parents agents who go about from door to door, delivering food to customers in different locations during her holidays from high school, and also her free periods after school. On one of the occasions Aaliyah went out to a very quiet environment to deliver food to one of their good customers, who lives by a river side, she met a very unique creature that looked like human, but was quite different from the physical structure of human beings. It looked like a woman, but this one has an extremely beautiful face with a very long hair that was touching the ground when she was seated on a high rock, that if a normal woman should sit on that rock, her hair would no

This is so embarrassing. "Sure, by the way, I am Cristel Dela Fuente. I am the daughter of the village's Chief, and I am willing to help with our visitors. You can come to our house and stay there. About the money, I can get you some work here and you can borrow money from me then pay it whenever you can," she said that and smile. "Thank you so much, you are a big help to me. I am Aliyah." I extended my hand for a handshake. She gladly accepted it.

it was half passed eleven that same morning when my phone snoozed through my ears. Church wasn't my think despite how hardly I would have wanted to go. the scary eye sights had me glued in my house every Sunday. so I was already out to the gym about an hour to end. picked it up and spoke through the ear pods. it was an unknown number so I had to politely answer. "Hello?" said I. "hello. Angela? this is Beth. Elizabeth Miller. " Explained she who I already notice cause her voice kept running through my head the previous night and it wasn't an easy thing to get rid of.

No, the worst part is Georgia standing there in what’s clearly an expensive designer dress—probably worn for her date with Enzo earlier that evening—looking confident and unbothered while the Lycan Prince himself positions his body protectively between her and Evans. She’s winning. Again. STILL. No matter what I do, no matter how I try to bring her down, Georgia Ashcroft keeps coming out on top. She’s the daughter of the most powerful Alpha in the region. She’s running a multi-billion dollar company. She’s got the Lycan Prince wrapped around her finger. And apparently, she still has some kind of hold over Evans too. I hate her. Goddess, I hate her so much it physically hurts.

In my heart, I silently said, "Samuel, how do you like the burial place I chose for you? Your soul is cursed by the witch in my pack, never to find peace until its eventual extinction, enduring endless torment. But such a small matter, there's no need to let Gray know, right?" Alisha's POV I sat in front of the mirror, almost unable to recognize the person reflected in it. A colorful moonflower crown adorned my head, and a pristine lace veil draped over my shoulders. The strapless lace wedding gown sparkled in the sunlight. "Moon Goodness, you look stunning, Alisha," Nova said, placing a hand on my shoulder and admiring the reflection with me. As I looked at the girl in the mirror, her cheek