Alisha Daniels Misfits Novels & Stories

I struggled to speak, but she just laughed maniacally. "You don't recognize me, do you, Luciana?" she sneered. "I am Ashley your best friend you betrayed, reborn in this body. And I have come for revenge. You can't escape this one. I knew you would escape as soon as you know Martains would come after you. You haven't changed at all." My mind raced as I tried to process her words. Ashley, the alpha's mate and my friend who I had betrayed and killed. I had thought I had gotten away with it, but now she was back, seeking vengeance.

“The Volkov gal, the candlelit dinners, the stolen kisses under the moonlight - all of it. You walk away, or you walk away from this rebellion.” My breath hitched. Annalisa’s face, alight with laughter from some social gathering, flashed in my mind. The warmth of her hand in mine, the way her eyes crinkled at the corners when she smiled. This was madness. I couldn’t just throw that away. “But...Annalisa, she has nothing to do with this,” I stammered, the words tumbling out in a desperate plea. “She’s different. I saw the way she looked at those hungry kids outside the opera house, the way her eyes welled up. She can’t be a part of it.”

Why were those two people here coincidentally? "Al, let's just go home, okay? I'm full already," Allisya stopped walking. She didn't want to sit near Daniel, even though there was only one table left. "Oh, there's Allisya, your worst ex. Come here, join us," invited Luna, falsely nice, after emphasizing the word 'worst' without caring about Allisya's feelings. "She's not my worst ex. But my most beautiful one," Daniel smiled at Allisya.

she introduced herself. "Hi Alisia, you can call me Dannie, definitely. It's nice to meet you." I greeted. "The pleasure is all mine, trust me" she said giddily. "These are my best friends, Layla London, Janelle Wang, and Sofia Vergara" I introduced. "Hi! It's nice to finally meet you all. You're much more beautiful in person" Alisia said, her perfect smile still graced her face. My friends blushed in unison and greeted her. They looked at her the same way she looked at me; their eyes shined with their approval of her.

In that moment, the one even happier than her was me. To turn disaster into blessing and hold true love again—that was a gift from a past life. After the wedding, I took Jasmine traveling all over the world. Our honeymoon was a thousand times sweeter than anyone else's. It was years later when we heard news of Alyssa and Dylan again. Alyssa's mental illness had never been cured. And Dylan, during his PhD studies, had committed multiple counts of fraud and sexual assault. He was sentenced to life in prison. As for my family with Jasmine? We were still happy. Still whole. We had a son, a daughter, a cat, and a dog.

He and Dylan looked so much alike that it hurts. Abel, Dylan's brother, walked up to me and smiled. Abel dyed the top of his hair red. The bottom of his hair is the same shade of brown Dylan has before he dyed it. Abel, however, has ocean blue eyes while Dylan's is brown. Abel is currently 23, a few years older than Dylan and me. "What's up? I haven't seen you in a long time." Abel smiled. I nodded. "Yeah. Um... mind if I come in?"

Daniel replied curtly, his gaze sharp “You seemed… preoccupied.” Alisha exhaled quietly, tucking her phone away “It is of no importance.” Daniel studied her, searching for any indication of what had truly unsettled her, but her expression remained unreadable. She had always been skilled at masking her emotions—a necessary trait for someone in her position. A brief silence settled between them before Alisha shifted the conversation “Have you met Elena yet?” Daniel’s expression did not change, though he noted the deliberate shift in topic. He held her gaze for a second longer before replying, “Not yet, but I will soon.”

I have slight images of what happened but nothing more- He turned to her- although I can feel you more than before, even your discomfort and your confusion- Alisha closed her eyes and took a deep breath, serious mistake, the smell of him came stronger and her skin prickled in response. She shook his head clearing his mind. She couldn't panic. She needed a cold mind. She had slept with Cristian. End of the matter. It couldn't be worse, minus the part that just by looking at hom, she wanted him. -Don't worry about it- As if reading her mind- It's part of the union. Now that we are paired, we are one. It is normal that you want to be with me-