Allie Rosenthal Novels & Stories

Afterward, she headed to the sink and washed her hands. "Congratulations on your engagement," a voice said beside her. Amelia turns her sunset eyes to the voice. A girl with blonde hair was smiling as she congratulated her. The girl had features befitting of a model. She was undoubtedly beautiful. There was an air of elegance and confidence around her that complimented her face. "Thank you" Amelia replied as she thought that the girl in front of her was really beautiful. "My name is Calia Rostell. Nice to meet you, Amelia" Calia said and offered her hands.

Climbing out of the shower, her apartment buzzer made her jump, the shrill sound grated against her building headache, who the hell was here at this time of the morning? Grabbing her robe she pulled it tight around her body and ran to the door, Rosa pressed the answer button. “Who is it?” her voice was breathless, she used the towel she was holding to dry off the wettest areas of her hair before it dripped all over the floor. “I’m not sure if you remember me from last night. I didn’t get to give you my name. Iam Allen. Allen Fallon, I helped you leave the club and find a cab?”

Rosalie had just reached the entrance to the Drakeverse Building when a beautiful blonde woman blocked her path. "Hello, are you Ms. Griffin of Arctic Snow Group?" the blonde woman asked, holding her hand out to Rosalie politely. Rosalie looked at her in surprise and asked, "Have we met?" The blonde woman shook her head slightly and said, "Ms. Griffin, I was at the press conference earlier. I came as a representative of the Rockefellers to discuss business with you. Just call me Alice. Would now be a good time to talk?"

she proceeds walking forward hoping Rose would oblige which she did but it was obvious she was still dazed. Rose apprised Aaron about Allie after she was given a go-ahead by him. Rose resumed her duty, leaving Allie who was feeling like she dug into the ground with the number of stares bored into her. She signed in relief when Rose revealed she has the access to go in but was astonished to find Aaron sitting in his glory with a sly grin plastered on his facade. "Minus one from your work, decency Miss. Allie, you can have your sit" he said.

Not the kind that falls in the ‘hot mess’ category----just a bun that is actually called ugly. Allie McAllister is an outcast in the teen realm where the beautiful, flawless and the popular dominated. She was not even bothered. She was not in school to fit in after all. She was there to get a full ride scholarship to Cambridge and her focus is precise as laser. Ms. Perry, the exam proctor did not like the intrusion. She stood up and went to see who was at the door. The teacher was known to be a huge fan of silence and order while she is giving exams and not a single sound can be heard. That was why she was the proctor for five years straight. Even breathing hard can be considered breaking he

I pick up the last cookie in my plate and shove it in my mouth at the same time Ally Rose is replacing Yvette on the stool she just vacated. "Hey handsome," she greets with a saccharine smile pasted on her face. Wisps of curled hair that was deliberately slipped away from her ponytail frame her face and vibrant violet eyes. Her breasts are straining generously against the fabric of her mini dress. She is beautiful like an enchantress. And always overtly sexual. She's the kind of girl I like to flirt and have a great one night stand with. But not now. "I'd like to be alone, please. Go back to Jeremy or whatever."

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 bold, funny, and always seemed to know everything happening in Westmere. Her message was short but sharp enough to slice through the haze of warmth I’d been basking in. Alia: Have you seen the interview with Maria? She’s talking a lot of trash about your hubby. I didn’t want to believe any of it was true. It’s best that the two of you sue. And besides, who is this Isabelle Reynolds? Is she part of the Reynolds family? How dare they try to mess with the Rothchilds? A small family like that is ambitious. I don’t know really, but you need to look at this.

The Man Who Should Be Dead (Rosette’s Point of View) Rosette felt the world tilt beneath her feet. The streetlights flickered faintly above, but the glow seemed distant, unreal. All she could see was the man walking toward them. Tall. Calm. Unhurried. Rael Khalid. Alive. Her fingers trembled slightly at her sides. She clenched them into fists, forcing herself to stay steady. This can’t be real. In her previous life, Rael had died.