Alison Ramsey Novels & Stories

Damon asks, facing the sight again, swirling his whisky. He hears the shuffling of paper, "Alessia Williams, age twenty five, her mother leave her when she was born and only soul heir of Williams empire. Allegedly the heir to their company." There's a pause and Damon hums for Rich to continue. "Graduated with a first at university with an fashion degree, she is actually very dedicated towsrds her work." Damon lets a deadly smile grow.

She was on the way to see her mum Michelle Ramsbottom, when she decided to take a short cut through Wyre Forest. It wasn’t long before Alison got lost. She looked around, but all she could see were trees. Nervously, she felt into her bag for her favourite toy, Bunny, but Bunny was nowhere to be found! Alison began to panic. She felt sure she had packed Bunny. To make matters worse, she was starting to feel hungry. Unexpectedly, she saw a kind werewolf dressed in a black skirt disappearing into the trees. “How odd!” thought Alison. For the want of anything better to do, she decided to follow the peculiarly dressed werewolf. Perhaps it could tell him the way out of the forest.

he was delighted to see that his master and young madam is now going to be staying in one room. Amelia sat down in front of the dresser with Maisy at the back, brushing her long, wavy hair that reaches to her waist. "Madam Lia, your hair is really beautiful," Maisy said. "That's because you took care of it, Maisy," Amelia said. "Oh, Madam Lia, I don't deserve such high praise from you," Maisy said, acting dramatically. Someone knocked on the door. Helga opened it and Alfred came in, with a lot of people behind him carrying Damian's clothes and other things.

All I know is that their emperor is called an Alpha and they do also have humans as slaves in their empires, but I know nothing about how their system works. No, I'm not a vampire. Sometimes, I wish I was a vampire because my life would have been way easier than it is now, but I'm not. If you are wondering who I am, my name is Rayne, Rayne Carson. I'm the one who learned that being gifted can sometimes be a curse.

Not with those yellowy, sharp eagle eyes. "Althea Francess Duvey. I have been assigned to give you this," she said curtly. Her accent was strong, suggesting she did not originate from this Pack. Let me guess, Discipline Pack. I shiver, thinking about The Pack we are all secretly afraid of, even Landon told me Alpha Dallas isn't someone you would mess with. A throat clearing noise is what brought my attention back to the table setting. Cyrus looked awfully uncomfortable, as the woman had moved her penetrating gaze over to my companion.

Only to find out that Alison is the female Colby had smelled. And as chance would have it, Sadira is the youngest triplet, Azriel’s mate. I had joked, asking if Colin was the eldest, Darren’s mate. Strangely both males glared at me. Not like there aren’t same-sex mates out there. We’re werewolves. We don’t care what sex someone is. Your mate is your mate.

"Alyona, hi. I wasn't expecting you at all. Come in." Kimora ushered her into the house. " I came bearing gifts," she said, handing her a bouquet and the latest YVL bag in a box. " Oh, my gosh! Thank you so much. Care for some wine?" Kimora asked, putting her gifts away. " Yes, yes, a bottle of Moscatto will do, please." Alyona smiled at her. She was impressed by the interior decor of Kimora's home. There was no doubt that she had great taste.

Alison said. “You must be bored, wash up Let's head to the store.” Catherine said. Alison smiled as she rushed in to change. Finally, some activity away from her horny daughter and son in law. After 30 minutes Alison came out all dressed in a white blouse and a matching skirt, she paired it with minimal accessories and a pair of loafers to go with the look. She looked like a business tycoon. Catherine finally sees where Gemma got her good genes from. “Lets go. Hazel you are hanging with your grannies today.” Catherine said as she led them out.

Alison muttered arrogantly as she sauntered elegantly towards Carlton and Stacy, with her eyes studying Stacy's face critically to see if they had met before. Her eyes meandered across every inch of Stacy's entirety, and the undeniably strong aura she possessed. Clad in a luxurious handmade dress that accentuated her slender frame and complemented her flawless features, she exuded an air of sophistication and elegance that was both captivating and intimidating at the same time. ‘Carlton has got himself quite the lady, hunh?’ Alison thought to herself. “I should introduce myself since we are family. Hi, I am Alison Howard, Carlton's half-sister,” she said while looking at Stacy, who had confu

sit down and grab a beer so we can get to know one another.” Dalton and I walked over to the other chairs that sat across from my dad and Emery. He handed us some beers and we popped them open. The screen door on the front door slammed open and my momma came out with a furious look on her face, “Jesse, you forgot to get me-“ My mom stopped and stared at all of us sitting on the porch and her eyes fell on Dalton. She brushed her fingers through her hair and smiled flirtatiously, “Mija, who is this fine young man?” I looked up at her and rolled my eyes. My mom was a 5’3” fiery Latina with looks that could kill. She had long, curly blonde hair and beautiful hazel eyes. My friends used to tell