Alison Ramsey Novels & Stories

Newly divorced, Alison no longer has to hide her ongoing relationship with Andrew. Today is date night and she plans to show off as publicly as possible. ============ "So, how do I look?" Alison asked, twirling around in her dress. Her yellow sundress swished around her legs. She was wearing her favorite pair of black heels that matched her outfit perfectly. A light pink flower clip held her brown curls out of her face. A smile tugged at her lips as if saying: "See how pretty I am?"

Then the gym doors opened. “Who started a party without me?” Alison came through the doors, wearing a head-to-toe pink get upm Tiny pink skirt and crop top and high-end jewellery, like a fucking celebrity pop star. Her airhead cheerleader friends fanned out behind her, like an entourage. She stopped just inside the entrance and looked around the gym with a big smile, the one that said she’d arrived and everyone could relax now. “Make way for the queen of Westbrook,” someone yelled from the bleachers.

Alison paused. Okay, she was at Richard's home, where he lived, with his wife! The heels were not that high but still, with her sexy dress and pretty makeup, she felt so embarrassed. "Hello," the woman said to her. Alison had to clear her throat, trying very hard to stand up right. "Uh, h-hello..." She was stuttering! Oh damn it...she was losing it... "Hello there, everyone." Alison said. Surprised that was her own voice—that shaky voice. "I'm a delivery woman. For tonight, for...uh, I came to deliver this." She stretched forth her hand with the gift box. "I will be on my way now."

They’d called me an intruder, and now look who was walking out with the boss. In the hallway, we ran into an older woman, maybe in her sixties, with a kind face and gray hair pulled back. We stopped short, and Stanley smiled. “Mrs. Allison, this is Alora, my fiancée. Alora, this is my assistant, Mrs. Allison.” “Nice to meet you, Mrs. Allison,” I said, shaking her hand. She smiled, her eyes twinkling. “Nice to meet you too,” she said, then nudged Stanley playfully. “I must say, you’ve got good taste.”

“She was also talking about Edwardo. Damien, I have this feeling that Alison is a spy, and she might be working for one of our rivals.” I felt my chest tighten, but I kept my expression blank. “Are you trying to make this up?” I asked coldly. “No,” Gemma said firmly. “I wouldn’t lie about this. I mean every word.” My jaw tensed as I stared at her. “Alison isn’t a spy,” I said, in a dangerously low tone. “If she were, I’d know.” Gemma let out a dry laugh. “I don’t think you would have noticed anything, Damien. You’ve been blinded by her and she has gotten into your head. It’s going to be very difficult for you to see the truth.”

Does she own every fucking building in New York? They stopped in front of Valerie and Allison immediately thrust herself forward, nearly knocking him aside in her eagerness. "Ms. Calder, I can't believe I'm actually meeting you! I'm Dr. Allison Wilson - I won tickets through your I*******m live contest!" She was speaking so rapidly her words almost blurred together. "Your gallery is absolutely mind-blowing! The way you've curated these pieces - the raw emotion, the pure honesty - I've never seen anything like it!"

Everyone’s jaw dropped, and they started whispering to each other that nobody had ever stood up to Lilith before—I was the first person to do it. "I will make sure everyone sees what a monster you really are, Aliya!" Lilith shouted behind me. I spotted a few of my people scattered around the school, pretending to be human. Some of them were easy to recognize. I could smell them from a distance, their scents lingering faintly in the air. The others had probably used that strange thing Samantha told me about to mask their scent. I turned to her, suddenly curious. “What is a phone number?” Samantha glanced at me, confused. “Why are you asking? Do you need a phone?”

Allison Avery Rivers, daughter of attorneys Henry and Miranda Rivers had always been a little ball of sunshine. Actually, a huge, talking ball of sunshine. She had 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.

Do I have dementia? “Oh dear, you look confused.” She says as she laughs a little, “Come with me, I feel like I should introduce you to some people.” She says and I blindly follow her. Too confused to know what’s going on. “This is Gwen, Harry, Marie, Penelope, Daphne, Kyle, Daryl, Juliette, Sarah, Seb, Ron, Terry and of course Dave.” My eyes widen when I realize what is happening. Oh. My. God.

Her delusional mind was shattered into pieces and her heart trembled with fear at the possibility that something terrible might happen and foil her plans. So, that day…… the conversation between Mark and Jay… was not a dream. It is true that Maya is alive and mated to the legendary alpha Ashton! She is also a luna, and of a powerful pack! "Jesus! What did I do?" Lily almost shoved her head into the wall.