Allie Rosenthal Novels & Stories

There were more tents than I could count, each one crowded with so many young wolves each hoping for a chance to meet their mate. I looked up when I noticed several girls come over to sit in the chairs around me. They were all beautiful, much more beautiful than myself. They all looked like models straight out of a magazine, with the newest most fashionable dresses. Their hair and makeup looked to have been done by professionals. I felt so out of place. I stood to leave and get out of their way when one of the girls spoke up. ‘You are Fallon Thomas, right?” She asked. “Y-yes, how do you know my name?” I stammered nervously.

Jacob’s POV The girl’s name is Calista Caitlynn, a nineteen year old omega. She speaks to me with enough wisdom and intelligence that not all women have, by her looks and her figure I even thought I could marry my son to her instead, only that she lacks the name for it. I could still picture how she gasped for air the moment I touched her, it felt like she wanted me to do more of that. She’s perfect as a whore, to be honest, but she’s even more perfect to serve.

Allie and I were wrapped in matching, incredibly plush white robes, our hair tucked into headwraps as we sat side-by-side in deep, heated leather loungers, our feet soaking in warm, rose-petal-infused water while we sipped on fresh fruit smoothies. ​"I am telling you, if I had to listen to one more old British man explain the logistical value of a cargo harbor, I was going to use my Chanel heel to puncture a lung," I sighed, letting my head fall back against the headrest with a dramatic groan. ​Allie let out a loud, unbothered laugh, taking a sip of her drink. "See? This is exactly why you need me in your life. I provide the vital service of deprogramming you from the billionaire matrix. You

The violent surge of emotion sent me into another crisis that very night. My breathing grew shallow, my oxygen levels plummeted, and I was on the verge of needing a ventilator. Angela Reign, the head nurse who had cared for me since the beginning, stood by my side with reddened eyes as she administered the medication, gently patting my back to soothe me. "Chloe, hang in there. You have to hold on! Prof. Stenson has already succeeded, hasn't he? I saw the news yesterday—his new drug has made a miracle happen..."

I ask, and Allie shrugs. “Probably going to be pissed, but then he can just move faster.” She looks at the others. “Rose, you should know that Talia, Tabatha, Dia, Athale and Freya are witches - half and half for Freya, but still.” She looks around. “Let’s go and kick some ass. Do your worst guys. If you don’t mind, Rose.” Rose shakes her head, the sadness pushed aside for pure rage and determination. “Let’s do this.” She says, cracking her knuckles and making the other chuckle.

"Hello?" "Hello, yes, is this Alison tucker?" "Umm yes it is, who's this?" "Hey Alison it's me Doctor Rivera and I'm calling because your aunt is here. She is fine, she just collapsed at the soup kitchen she was working at and she is doing better and will be released saturday morning at 7am after a full day and night of observation. I'm sorry we couldn't get a hold of you sooner. We couldn't find a number or a way to contact you so we had to wait for your aunt to recover some and wake up."

Speaking of Creed he walked into my office with some flowers and muffins in his hands. “ What is all that?” I questioned raising an eyebrow “ well the muffins are from the Willow family and the flowers are from Mrs. Rose.” He shrugged placing them on my desk “ Mrs. Rose? As in the one that runs the flower shop? What for?” I sigh sniffing them “ They are for Madam Charlotte.Oh and this isn’t even all of it. The whole pack has put together little gifts for her in hopes of her feeling better.” He shrugged “ DELiVERY!” Ryan yelled bringing in a basket of cards with cookies