Allie Pearl Novels & Stories

If indeed he doesn't get Alicia, for him this is a line of destiny, since birth maybe the name Alicia is not the name written in Lauhul Mahfudz. Ryan was about to get up from the park and go back to his car, but a familiar voice made him stop his steps, a voice that had just entered his hearing, a 22 year old girl who had also been broken hearted, the same with him. "Aileen .. let's go home already this hot," shouted the girl whose voice was familiar to Ryan. "Ana? Riana?" said Ryan approaching the girl who was in a wheelchair.

Sharon walked in with some people behind her; there was an elderly lady who was dressed in a long blue gown, and she had a bright smile. “Oh my, I knew Curly’s wife would be so cute.” The lady hurried to Hazel and hugged her tightly. Hazel was confused. Who was Curly, and who was this woman? "Hello, my dear, I am Pearl. You must have heard of me,” she introduced, and Hazel shook her head in denial; she definitely has not heard of her. Pearl stared at Sharon, who hurried towards Hazel. “She is the top designer in the country and also Mr. Anderson’s godmother,” Sharon explained, and Hazel had an apologetic look.

a familiar voice called out. ​I turned my head to see Allie walking toward me, carefully balancing a bottle of red wine and two elegant glasses between her fingers. She had kicked off her high heels, walking barefoot on the stone pathway with a tired but comforting smile. ​She poured the wine, handing me a glass before leaning her shoulder against mine, both of us staring out at the sunset. ​"Today was brutal," I admitted softly, staring into the dark liquid. ​"It was," Allie agreed, taking a slow sip. She turned her head, her expression turning incredibly soft, shedding her usual bubbly persona. "You know... I lost my dad when I was seventeen, Ruby."

"Liv, I was wrong. Maybe I had selfish motives in the beginning, but my feelings during these three years were real. I truly fell in love with you. "Tessa secretly interfered with the fertility samples. I found out afterward, but I was afraid you would be angry, so I didn't stop it. I never meant for any of this to happen. Believe me. "My allergy is real too. I've been sensitive to women's bodily fluids since childhood, just not as severely as I claimed. With you, witnessing what happened in that factory left a psychological block that made the reaction worse. But the doctor says I'm improving. Once I lower my defenses around the woman I genuinely love, I'll never react to her again. You're

I cried, my voice breaking. Agnes’s eyes widened. “The only time…” Her breath hitched. “The only time I ever saw this happen to Pearl was when a maid fed her something she was allergic to.” Then, she looked straight at me. “Lizabella… did you put anything Pearl is allergic to in what you baked?” I stared at her, completely frozen as Pearl convulsed in my arms and my heart raced.

Alexis offered. “Ten million? Sir, that’s a huge amount,” Pearl said in disbelief. “So, what? Should I lower it just so you’ll talk?” Alexis asked impatiently. “No, Sir! That’s more than enough. It was Alice Salvacion. She was the one who told me to upload your video on social media to spread it and ruin you and your girlfriend,” Pearl confessed.

A bucket of relief washes over my face, knowing I am not gay. Alex is really hot. She has been with me for the past couple of years as she didn't find her mate yet and, of course, no one would deny an Alpha. "Rough day?" She asks me sultrily. Oh, you have no idea. Worst day of my life.

I asked, although I felt like I already knew the answer. “Honestly?” Allie tilted her head to the left as if she was seriously considering my question. “Not even a little.” Her body relaxed, she straightened her head, and shrugged. “You and everyone else are nothing more than my pawns. Also, you are annoying, and I hate pretending to be your friend. Now, you are a liability. I had planned to end my connection with others and dispose of everyone slowly, but I wanted to wait until after Zira died. However, I guess it doesn’t matter. I am fairly sure Bryce didn’t fail me. He is the biggest idiot of you all and is like a loyal little puppy.”

The doors at the back of the chapel opened. Everyone turned. Allie stood there at the threshold—draped in a gown of silk and lace, her train flowing behind her like a river of moonlight. Her hair was crowned with soft white florals, her eyes brighter than Artemis had ever seen. On either side of her stood Kareen and Alan Fowl, dressed elegantly and wearing expressions full of both pride and quiet emotion. Klarisse stood just behind them, her eyes wet with tears, smiling gently as she watched her best friend take the first step forward.

"Why call on me, now? I am no longer under the employ of the police force, remember?" "People have died!" "Yes; that is, generally speaking, what people do." Richard sat back in his chair, his large arms drooping over the rests. He did not glance up, but looked very much like a man who has been forced into the irritating position of begging his younger brother for a large favour. "His royal highness' wife. Princess Stella." He grudgingly said at last, glaring into the fire. "She was found this morning, same as all the others: asphyxiated, tongue…missing."