Alison From Fresh Off The Boat Novels & Stories

“Go live with him, and stay away from me.” “But now you're wealthier and I want you, I never stopped wanting you.” She muttered,with desperation clearly written in her eyes. “Aren't you being shameless, like can you hear yourself?” Alison asked, appearing at the top of the stairs, dressed in Travis's shirt. She looked beautiful, and Travis felt a surge of pride waiting to see what was about to go down. “You're married, and of everybody, you're married to Alan!” “Well, well, well. Look what we have here." Delaney's eyes narrowed, and she looked at Alison with disdain. “maybe you should mind your own business Alison.”

Downstairs, one hundred luxury sedans lined up neatly. Alan stepped out from the driver's seat, tall and imposing, clad in a custom black suit that fitted him like a glove. The rear door opened, and a sweet-looking young woman stepped out after him. She stayed close to his side, appearing far too intimate for comfort. I froze in place. In my last life, Alan had been devoted and loyal; a man who treated his wife with nothing but care. So who was the woman beside him now?

I am a smart woman who is a year away from being much closer to her dream if only I wasn’t snatched away from it in a snap. Matteo let me occupy one of the guest rooms so that I would “not disturb his privacy.” Tonight he is occupied by another woman in his bedroom. I realized that it is the same woman he brings home, her name is Alison. I heard she’s a daughter of another rich family here in Italy. I know because the maids are talking about it every time she comes. I only hear them by accident though, they always talk too loud. By morning I try to avoid having an interaction with her though. Whenever she’s here I try to wake up much earlier than usual to prepare his breakfast and let the ma

At the company's banquet, Vanessa Sinclair the intern tosses a piece of abalone, which she has already taken a bite out of, onto my fiance, Leon Mercer's plate. He doesn't hesitate to gobble it up. That night, I tear our marriage alliance's contract into pieces before tossing them into the trash can. Leon takes off his glasses, his brows drawn together into a tight knot. "All this for a piece of abalone?" "She gave it to you after taking a bite out of it!" Leon looks up at me, his lips already curved into a mocking smile. "I never knew you're the type to be this petty, Audrey. Fine. If you don't want to proceed with this marriage, then let it be. Just don't regret your decision later.

if she was more beautiful than her, and had a better specification than her, then nothing she ever do should be greater than hers. This pissed her off. Alison was trying her best, to take her man from her and she swore that she wouldn't let that happen for any reason, she would make sure that she ruins the food that was a foundation to enticing Dimitri. She snapped her gaze to the salt bucket, as a smirk appeared on her face. It was obvious that she was just about to do something evil. She reached out for the salt without second thoughts, and immediately poured more than half of it's content inside the food that Alison was preparing for Dimitri.

He yelled out. "Will you keep your mouth shut already? I am not selling the house to you, Brad. So why don't you grab your little mistress and leave right now while I'm still being nice." Alison made sure her tone was a solid one and was quite impressed with her confidence. Hopefully it would be the same when she was standing face to face with him when he glared at her with those intimidating eyes. "Wait wait, hold on a minute. Why are you sounding so familiar?...Alison?" Brad pronounced slowly, and Alison could imagine the shock resting on his face now. "Alison, is that you? H--how??"

In the past, she'd always complained that the dishes were too greasy and that the dish soap was too harsh on her hands, so she'd never been willing to do them. I'd always indulged her and never made her wash a thing. This time, I said nothing. I just stood behind her and watched as she washed the dishes, an apron tied around her waist. She seemed to sense my gaze and turned with a smile. "Haven't you looked enough?" she teased. "Once I'm back from the trip, you can look all you want. How about that?" Her smile was warm and gentle, as if we'd never argued—as if we'd always been a loving couple.

Olivia shuttered and rushed out of her room with a heavy breath. *Son's Hall* Mature Content!!! Allison breathing was so fast and heavy. She stopped in front of the door and tried to cool herself. Taking the usual procedures, she found herself cool with her breath. She opened the door gently and shut it back. Lucas stood in front of him with a strawberry shortcake. "Take a seat," Emerson said, pointing at the available seat. "Got your message and rushed down here" Allison stated. "Yes. There's a ship coming from United Arab Emirates to United Kingdom --

They both walked out and split up to collect food and water and as they were walking back they saw Sally and told her to follow them into the interview room. "Aunt Sally, you're here!" Alison jumped up and rushed to her and hugged her with so much love that Sally started to cry. "I'll always be here for you Ali don't forget that, never forget that." Looking at Alison, she wondered what happened to her but didn't know if she wanted to know everything. "What happened to you Ali?"

Granny Lou admonished, “Dr Riseby gave her the all-clear.” This seemed to satiate Jo. By the time she had unfolded her arms around me. Alison seemed to have regained her equilibrium and was stood quietly to one side. Seeing her now, I could see that she was altered after all. It wasn’t just the new hairdo, but she also sported a large round belly. Alison was pregnant, and quite far along by the looks of this. I should have been happy. Ecstatic for her even. But the moment I saw her protruding bump, a pang of envy filled my heart.