Alison Ramsey Novels & Stories

he trails off. "He is in the dark world" I finish for him. That's when I get a frantic message from our pack link. 'Your Highness' 'What is it' 'Miss Althea got a message from miss Amber, who is missing. She shared her location and asked Miss Althea to come and help her' 'What?' 'Where is Thea now' 'In her room with miss Melanie' 'Forward that text to your mobile and check for the source of the message. I need the location from where it came from'

"Her name is Alison. She will be interning with you guys." No one there was actually listening to what Sandra was saying. Alison had worn a white shirt and a coat on top and a pencil skirt. It seemed like a perfect fit for her body. She had, not perfect but beautiful curves. She was dressed formally and had the right amount of makeup. No one could at that moment believe that she was the same Alison who had once cheated on Jack and was trying her luck with Stefen.

Her question was in line with Daisy's thoughts, almost as if she had read her mind. Staring askance at Alison, she replied, "Mrs Angela wouldn't be a problem, although she was kind of recalcitrant the day I visited the mansion." "But I believe she won't pose any more issues than she has already." Daisy said as she stared at her best friend. "Hey! Remember the reason you are doing this." "Get in, endure everything you can for two years, grab the twenty billion dollars and secure Seth's company." "Then buy me an island," Alison said, smiling gleefully at Daisy, who Immediately responded with her smile.

he replied, like a high-profile celebrity. "Mr. Lynch, are you planning to marry this mysterious woman?" River smiled softly, and my heart sank. "Yes, I would love to marry her." ** I seemed to have hope at the time, and I almost gave up and planned to return to Manhattan if I hadn't read the comments written on the post. * "I managed to find out who that mysterious woman is!" "Who?" "Tell me quickly or else I'll come after you!" "It's her! Alison West! A famous jewelry designer in Spain! She turned out to be River Lynch's first love since he was a teenager! They were recently caught on camera hanging out together!"

These troubling questions swirled in Alison's thoughts, making it difficult for her to focus amid the turmoil. Frustration bubbled beneath the surface as she recognized that her mother's plans had unraveled. The realization that it was Hayley who had orchestrated this chaos, rather than her own mother, weighed heavily on her. Alison was well aware of Rosalie's formidable influence, and now that Wendy had fallen victim to her machinations, she couldn't help but wonder if her mother would ever escape this predicament.

I walked up to her and bowed slightly. "Good morning, Luna..." She paused and looked up at me from her desktop. Ms. Alison was in her late twenties, and a very beautiful woman. She was slim, tall, elegant, and a brilliant woman. Have I talked about her beautiful face? A heart-shaped face with pointing chin and sharp jawline, thick eyebrows, a pair of hazel eyes, a nubian nose to compliment her beauty, and her lengthy blonde hair which went all the way down to her butt level. Ms. Alison was like a beauty goddess, but rumor had it that she was also strict although I haven't seen that side of her yet. Maybe I haven't done anything yet to bring out the demon in her, but I guess today was the day

Her body was curved equally in the right places, further accentuated by her clear skin glow, my gaze lingered on her more than usual. The lady is a goddess among other girls and she definitely belongs in my bed. "Hey, who's that?" I nudged Greg. "That is Alison. She's a media consultant for one of the big shot companies. Can't remember which one now." Greg said. Staring at that sexy being, the last thing I need to know is her job description. "She's sexy as fuck." I muttered, imagining all the fun we would have together. "You want her, then she's yours. I'll be right back." Greg said and trotted towards Alison.

I couldn’t ignore the fact that the voice had sounded exactly like Spencer. “What exactly is goimg on?” I wondered aloud. A knock sounded on my door, ending my flow of throats. I rolled my eyes in frustration as I answered. “Come in.” The door creaked open and a petite girl dressimg in a thigh length black dress covered with a white apron entered. “Hello, Alyssa. What’s the matter?” I asked. Alyssa was the maid permanently assigned to me for the rest of my life. “You have a visitor, Mrs,” Alyssa replied. I could see that she was trying hard to fight the blush off her face, and neither did i miss the emphasis on the last word she uttered.

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Their eyes met — raw, searching. “I hate him,” Reese said. “I’m glad he’s dead. Is that awful?” “If it is, we’re both awful. I drove eight hours to watch dirt hit wood.” “I flew from Seattle.” Alison laughed sharply. “We’re fucked up.” “Completely.” Reese stepped closer. Close enough Alison smelled her perfume, still citrus-wood from college. Close enough to see the faint freckles Lewis once called imperfections. “Why are you still here?” Reese asked.