Alison Ramsey Novels & Stories

Alexis scoffed as the image of the most heinous human formed in her mind, the disdain she had for that image began to shown in her own expression, it was the image of her stepmother. "Isn't it very obvious, it's my stepmother." Alexis said in disdain. Tommy looked at Alexis in the eyes, he scoffed loudly. "You think your stepmother is so popular to be calling shot from her home." "Oh! really!, that is because you don't even known my stepmother then." Alexis said, he looked back at Tommy direction. "My stepmother was the famous A rated actress in the federation." "And you think that was enough for her to be this aggressive in dealing with you." Tommy scoffed at Alexis innocence once again. "Y

“Well, Alison, we’re all here. We have to finish filming before we leave! Besides, the pay is very good. Just finish this work for money, okay?” Alison didn’t say anything, but she couldn’t help looking at Kristen. The more she looked at her, the more she found that Kristen’s face was familiar to her. Then, as if she had thought of something, she asked her agent. “What’s the lead spokesperson’s name?” The agent went through her phone, “Kristen Healey. She’s a little famous recently...” Before she could finish her words, Alison interrupted her and stared at Kristen. In the end, she said disdainfully, “You must be Kristen.”

Ryan stopped his steps and turned his head to Luna Ella. He avoided Allison totally. "Darling, let's go there. My mom is calling me." Ryan spoke in a seductive tone to the woman. The woman was his age and older than Alison Allison stared at the woman rather than Ryan. They walked to them. Allison looked at the woman's clothes. She was wearing a black slutty dress that stopped at her upper thighs, almost revealing her panties. However, her thin legs saved her.

Alison announced with her phone outstretched and gesturing Arya to input her digits. “Alright thanks, see you around” she finished with a wave and left, leaving everyone else around envious. Of course who wouldn’t be? Alison was a big top actress thanks to her mother’s meticulous scheme, which no one knew about, she was able to hit the peak of her career in a few years. On the outside she’s the dream of every upcoming actress but she didn’t make it easy for them to communicate with her. But here comes this newbie and she walks up to initiate the conversation herself?

They might not be bullies who hit people, but they sure are bullies with their words. I try so hard not to let her words get to me, but like always, it does. “Yeah. I’m fine like this.” The leader of them all, Alison, glances up from her phone and smiles at me, making my stomach twist painfully. Her smile is traumatizing. “Hi, Lennox. Welcome to our reunion.” She waves her hand at me, showing off the huge three-carat diamond ring around her finger. Why is there so much show-off today?

Allison Avery Rivers, daughter of attorneys Henry and Miranda Rivers has always been a little ball of sunshine. Actually, a huge, talking ball of sunshine. She has never been one to stay quiet for long. Hell, she had something to say even when we'd attended the funeral of late Mrs. Davies, an eighties ex librarian back in our college.

With that kind of force, blood started seeping through the bandages. I let out a low groan, gritted my teeth against the pain, and looked up at this woman who'd appeared out of nowhere. Totally baffled, I asked, "Who are you?" She seemed shocked. She let out a scoff of disbelief. "Keep pretending. Keep it up. I just went overseas to celebrate Dylan's birthday. Is that really worth you acting like you're dying, Connor?" Judging by her reaction and the way Mark had shrunk back into the corner like a bystander, it finally clicked. So this was Alyssa—the one Mark had been talking about.

Allison smiled at that, before waving her hand frantically in the air. “Yeah, but you know what I meant. You were introduced as the daughter of Mr Joey Lawley! And you danced with Kian!” I scoffed at the last part, my mind immediately going back to that moment. Just then, an idea popped into my head. I grabbed Allison's by her arms. “Allison, you're a genius with computers, aren't you?” my words were rushed, my voice came out in a squeal. “I wouldn't say a genius per se, I just got a scholarship to study computer engineering and ethical hacking after all.” She shrugged her shoulder with a false modesty.

He wasn't as broad as Bramwell, perhaps a few inches shorter, but his jacket strained over a lean, deadly frame built for war. “A full house,” Alistair said smoothly, taking his seat behind the massive desk. “Mrs. Ashby, how are the western borders? How is business treating you?” His voice carried a deep, cultured cadence that felt far more dangerous than Bramwell's raw gravel. “Wonderful, Alpha Fenmore. Just wonderful. Thank you for contacting my network to assist these she-wolves. We are simply waiting for the resilient Eira Montrose to make her decision.” “Ah, Bramwell’s little mate. The toothbrush killer,” Alistair winked at me, a sharp, predatory glint in his eyes. “I must compliment yo

From somewhere down the hallway, I hear Ramsey's unmistakable voice. "Good heavens. Has someone released a banshee into my house?" Azalea stops. For one second, she looks as though she's been punched. Then she marches towards his bedroom. I follow, wondering whether I should call Dr. Bryant before somebody commits a murder. The door is open. Rourke is standing beside the desk, holding several papers. Ramsey is sitting on the edge of his bed, wearing a white shirt and loose beige trousers. He looks up and freezes. His smile disappears. Then his lips part.