Alison Ramsey Novels & Stories

God, I need some fresh air and maybe liquor. At times like this I miss Rachel even more than I wanted to, she was the best, and even without any professional experience and background in food. The flavor profile of her dishes, the aroma, and the way she presented each and every creation of hers with so much attention and detail. I miss her cooking more than I want to accept it. Even with years of work and learning, I can't compare with Rachel. It's almost been a year and yet I couldn't find a clue of where she is, and what makes my search harder is Rachel is a loner and secretive person, in many ways she is like me.

"Objectifying women, embracing a false narrative about this country's past, glorifying gas-guzzling, environment-destroying vehicles-yeah, that's what I want to blare when I'm driving down the backroads, letting off steam." I smirked. "Well, when you look at it that way . . ." Alison laughed, her fingers moving in intoxicating designs on the skin just below my hairline. "I'm not actually that militant about country music. I've been known to sing along with Dolly and Tanya and Wynonna now and then. Hell, I've even been known to enjoy some Brad Paisley now and again."

he said, almost terrified. "At least you deserve it," I commented as we walked down the stairs. Alison was waiting in front of the door, her arms crossed at the chest, her hair tied high in a tail, her black locks brushed against her shoulders, she was wearing skimpy shorts and a top that didn’t even cover her navel. "I understand why you want to go to do shopping since you have half the clothes you should be wearing. Is that the fucking way out of the house?" I suddenly snapped.

Alpha Ramsey hasn’t accepted her as his wife nor as the future Luna of the pack but she is already calling Luna Eleanor her mother, she must be very delusional after the way Alpha Ramsey talked down at her the last time in the private museum. “Alpha Ramsey will dump her when he is done with her, he is only going to use her and when he is done we will commence with the marriage rites right away, we just need a little patience and she will be out of our sight soon” Vera added and all I did is stand there and watch them. I was waiting for them to finish their drama and get out of my room, I wondered why they are not tired yet.

Ramirez declared angrily, accompanied by scornful laughter. "Ramirez, I know this isn't you! I don't know what she's done to you, but you must resist! For the sake of our unborn children, you must fight this. Break free from the chains that bind you. You can do it!" Alicia shouted, her voice resonating through the prison and causing the stones to fall from their places, narrowly missing her as they threatened to pierce her skin. She growled in frustration, her struggle compounded by the wolfsbane on her neck.

Perfect place to hide someone you didn't want found. As I moved through the underbrush, my mind betrayed me by dragging up memories I'd spent months trying to bury. The rejection ceremony. Racheal's face. The way her silver eyes had dimmed when I'd spoken those words. *"I, Alpha Mike Freeman of the Crimson Moon Pack, reject you, Racheal Snyder, as my mate and Luna."*

Reagan sounded confident as he fished out his phone from his back pocket and dialed his executive assistant's number. Carmen picked up the phone on the second ring. "Carmen," He said. "I know you are on vacation, but I cannot leave this to Alison, so you will have to deal with the news articles." Carmen sounded as professional as ever, even though she should be pissed that her vacation was being ruined like this. "Do not worry about it, boss," She said. "I already got your mail. I know what to do. Is Ms. Ramsey all right?"

Her long black hair in a high ponytail and sapphire eyes hinted at trouble, while chunky, candy-colored bracelets and pale blue earrings framed her heart-shaped face, showcasing Alison’s influence. “She is pretty.” Samuel softly said. Blaire jumped off the trunk and shouted to someone, but I focused on Alison. She emerged from the house with confidence, her blonde hair styled perfectly. She wore a bold orange blouse tucked into a charcoal-gray pencil skirt and a sharp navy blazer. Gray heels and a sleek handbag added flair, while delicate silver jewelry completed her look. Holding black glasses, she moved purposefully—polished and poised. “Told ya.” Tristan grinned, and as soon as Alex put t

He was heading to Travis's office, but the office she was given, there wasn't any possible way of seeing Travis without first meeting Alison. Ryan looked shocked to see her there, and Alison too, couldn't help but laugh as she recalle college days. "Ryan!" she exclaimed. "What are you doing here?" Ryan grinned, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "I could ask you the same thing," he said. "I didn't know you were working here." Alison shrugged. "Not really.." she said. "I'm just helping Travis with some projects." Ryan nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. "Well, I'm glad to see you're doing well," he said. "You look beautiful, as always, no changes at all.”

she said, walking closer to me and drawing me outside. Alison’s fingers gripped my wrist, tighter than expected for someone with such a composed expression. I pulled back instinctively, but she didn’t let go. “What the hell do you mean ‘good news’?” I growled, tired of the riddles. “Did someone finally put a bullet in Damien’s skull?” Alison didn’t flinch. She just stared at me, the fire in her eyes so different from the softness I remembered in Lena’s. This woman was all ice and steel.