Alison Ramsey Novels & Stories

Marco and Carlos both smiled but Mateo's eyes instantly fell to Allison's body and he nodded approvingly. "You look hot," he said with a wink. Carlos turned to him, "Best friends are off-limits, remember?" Mateo shrugged, "I'm just speaking the truth." "Well, don't," Marco snapped before turning back to Allison, "You look pretty Ally." "And it's only $36.99, pretty good if you ask me," Allison said walking back into the changing room to take it off. After Allison had bought the dress, we went to a nail salon. According to Allison, it was the best one in town and it certainly looked fancy. There were mirrors on all the walls and it had a definite spa feel and scent to it.

Alessia went alone to the Restaurant. As she entered the private room, she saw Harrison, Margaret, and Nolan already seated, and there was also a woman of similar age to Bianca sitting in one of the seats. Alessia speculated that this should be the cousin that Ava mentioned, Jessie Ramirez. This Jessie seemed different from the other members of the Ramirez family. As soon as she saw Alessia, she got up and approached her. "Are you my cousin, Alessia? I'm Jessie. Nice to meet you."

"No, broccoli. I'll never be okay with this, but I won't leave you to do this alone. I'll try my best not to tear anyone to pieces." "Thank you." "Forgive my manners, dear. I'm Tamara Thorne, Aiden's cousin. Older by ten years, to be exact-" Aiden growled but she ignored him and continued, "-It's a pleasure to meet you, Allyson Black. This is the first time I'd call a werewolf pretty, but the truth must be told. My bad." I rolled my eyes at her comment but felt a surge of pride that this exotic looking woman, vampire or not, found me pretty. Not that I needed the ego boost.

I made my way downstairs only to hear laughter echoing from the kitchen. "And one time I swear it was a serious meeting, you know and Ace walks in all macho man and he fucking trips over air." I heard Ramsay exclaim and burst into laughter. Fucking idiot. "Oh shit that must have been a sight to see!" Alessia laughed and waved me over when she saw me in the doorway. She had changed into some jeans and I definitely stared at her ass on the seat she sat on. I glared at Ramsay and looked at Alessia who was looking at me, observing me. She hummed. "Do I have something on my face?" I asked. Ramsay stood up from his seat and left the room.

Alison who saw this unexpectedly, also tried her best in escaping whoever it was that had planned to kill her, but surprisingly Tamara was a lot more stronger than her, and she'd had the upper hand now. Tamara gave a smirk, as she kept on strangling her. Tamara then thought of it. Having to strangle her wouldn't give her an easy death, she needed something that will end her as soon as possible. With the thoughts of this, she got out the knife she had with her, and stabbed Alison on her side. With Alison giving out a growl, Tamara left her, as she cried painfully, unable to identify who it was that had stabbed her, she fell to the ground via the effect of the knife that prodded its way to her

Buckling Sam with the seat belt she entered and drove away. Living in western New York helped her to be punctual to work but Gran Karen’s home laid further west away from the urban town into a small quiet town. So it took about an hour to drive there. Gran Karen was Alison’s grandmother and only surviving relative. She took care of Alison when her parents died from a ghastly car accident, money was never the issue for Gran Karen when she raised Alison. Her late husband Adams was very rich before he died and left most of his wealth for her. He bought the little mansion she lived in now and had different other properties scattered all over the country. Alison faced no real hardship except the

The next day arrived like a gentle kiss. Sunlight spilled through the curtains, and with it came excitement and nerves. Alison stood in front of the mirror again, brushing her hair and tying it back with a soft ribbon. She wore a simple baby blue dress this time, with a light sweater and the silver ring still resting on her finger and the moon bracelet on her wrist. She looked at herself and whispered, “Second date huh?... what are you doing to me, Damon?” She smiled and went down the stairs where Damian was already there with Kevin,

Some deftly shifted the conversation, and the lively atmosphere soon resumed. Jason, not deeply involved in their social circle, quietly asked Damian, "Does Alyssa have a history with Marcelo’s... uh,Renee?" Damian nodded. "Back in school, people often said Alyssa was just a poor copy of Renee. Imagine the resentment." Alyssa Ramsey was the dignified lady in question. Jason, sensing something more, looked at Damian quizzically. "Damian, why do I get the feeling you're quite familiar with Renee?"

"I know, but Damon…" My mother had suddenly appeared at the door, attracted by the brewing noise; her eyes had grown wide as she spotted Damon and Cassandra half-naked. "What is the meaning of this, Damon? Annie, why are you sobbing?" Cassandra seized the opportunity. She pointed at the pizza I mistakenly spilled on the floor. "Look, Mrs. Scarlett! Your ‘precious’ daughter tried to sneak in and attack Damon! She's trying to get obsessed with him! She doesn't want to accept that the Alpha already chose me. Your daughter keeps doing crazy things even when I'm the true Luna. I have been waiting for this poor thing of yours to leave him for me!"

“She was… something. There is a maturity to her that I can’t describe. I am at least one and a half decades older than her, and yet I still felt like I was in the presence of a teacher.” Alistair didn’t respond; his gaze was still on the door. Then a slow, predatory smirk finally touched his lips. “I know, right?” He picked up his phone and dialed a number he hadn't touched in months. "Ramona? “Alistair?” a woman’s voice answered, sharp and curious. “To what do I owe this surprise?” “I have something you might be interested in,” he said smoothly. A pause. “Oh?” “I have a centerpiece for your 'Newbie' fashion show. Her work is revolutionary."