Allegedly Novels & Stories

Cole suddenly stands up from his chair sliding across the floor and gaining everyone’s undivided attention. “What you think that because I claimed you and you’re a virgin that it makes you special. That hole better be gold plated if you act like you are so much better than anyone else. Who I sleep with has nothing to do with you. Maybe if you weren’t such a prude, you would have already had a boyfriend and lost that oh so precious virginity of yours.” He sighs and continues. “I release my claim have at it boys.” “You have said claim two times in different conversations, what in the hell are you talking about?” I scream before he can walk away without telling me the truth for once.

I am in heaven when my phone chimes. It's a text from Mo. Mo : *Do not G****e Nate. I'm begging you, don't do it until I'm at your apartment tonight* Well, guess what? Like any other kids with super high curiosity, I do what exactly I am told not to. What the .... ****

Alie The email looks legitimate. Subject line: Heliograph Fund – Creative Consultant Inquiry. A neat paragraph about a short-term branding project, a generous stipend, and an address that’s only ten blocks from where I met Mr. Black last time. I tell myself it can’t be connected. Heliograph sounds like a grant, a committee, something run by serious people with lanyards. But the phrase narrative strategy flickers in the back of my head like a low battery warning.

mom pleaded with puppy eyes and I frowned titled my head. "What is it momma"I said raising my brow. "Take over the company please" "Huh"I said in shock. Alexander I groaned and answered my ringing phone, "This better be worth it Gloria" "Sir your family heirloom has been stolen" "What the heck!!!"I spranged up immediately

“The enemies you’ll have.” “I’ve always had them. This time, I know that they won’t feign a smile.” I looked at each person guilty as each word was spoken, “I know who you are.” I reclined to a stand, giving a shuffle of my shoulders, before fixing my blazer with a pull. “You’ll get your checks within the week. I suggest you move quickly to those offshore accounts,” I looked at the clock above the door. “Every second you waste threatening me just puts more grand into my charity of choice.” Now the room was nearly left bare.

Amaya felt herself stiffen, heart racing as one man approached with a microphone. “Mr. Allucci-Rossi, can you comment on these allegations?” the reporter asked, brandishing a tablet with the doctored story on display. Damian’s hand tightened around hers ever so slightly, and he calmly placed an arm protectively around her shoulders. “These allegations are false,” he said smoothly, his voice deep and commanding. “All parties involved are aware of the truth. My family, my wife, and I are committed to honesty and transparency. Anything else is a deliberate attempt to mislead the public and disrupt our lives.”

Eli growled, taking a step forward. “Leah? No, I think you are mistaken, Eli. Leah is my mate and she’s a rogue.” I shook my head in disbelief. I had seen his reaction when he smelled her scent. It was true that he smelled the scent of his mate, but Leah? There was no way this could be true.

Aiden immediately stated and Francesca's father began chuckling like there was something absolutely wrong with what Aiden had said. "Anonymous news? You just said it's anonymous. Isn't it called allegation boy if you don't even have proof and immediately assume that I put up the anonymous?" Aiden clicked his tongue and stood up abruptly from his seat as he paced gently around the room. Running his hands over Mr Francesca's medal, he smiled as he picked up one of them. "Allegation? You seem to be forgetting me too fast and I'm totally not impressed with that." Aiden put down the medal as quickly as he had picked it up and resumed his seat.

I am issuing this statement personally because the nature of the fabrication warrants a personal response, and because I do not intend to allow manufactured narratives about my wife to go unanswered. The story, and the 'sources' behind it, allege that Lena Blackwood engineered a pregnancy for financial or contractual purposes. This is false. It is not partially false or contextually misleading. It is entirely and deliberately false, originated by a person with a specific interest in damaging my wife's reputation and our marriage, and I will be pursuing every available legal remedy against both the originating source and the outlets that chose to publish without verification.

The urgency in her voice is because of the look on the healer’s face, which is not promising. The healer clears his throat and wipes off a bead of sweat on his forehead. Could he be nervous? “It… it seems he’s come down with a great ailment, one that has not been heard of, and I don’t have a clue what it might be,” he explains. “What?” Veronica asks in shock, fear written all over her face and evident in her voice. “What does this mean? You will help your king, won’t you?” she asks the healer, whose mind is full of many thoughts about his alpha’s health and safety. He cannot be known as the healer who folded his hands and watched the alpha succumb to this great ailment.