Allison Argent Clothes Novels & Stories

I didn't buy her out of kindness. Sophia Reeves came with a price tag — her father's debt, cleared in full. She became my wife on paper, a calculated move in a game of power and business. Nothing more. I built my empire by keeping emotions out of every equation. I never lose control. I never let anyone close enough to matter. But Sophia refused to follow my rules. She didn't bow to my money. She didn't flinch at my coldness. Every wall I built, she saw straight through — not because she was trying to break me, but because she was simply everything I never knew I was missing. I thought owning her legally meant I had the upper hand. I was wrong. The night she walked out with her head held high and nothing but the clothes on her back, I realized the truth I'd spent months denying: Somewhere between the contracts and the cold silences — she hadn't just taken pieces of my carefully guarded heart. She had taken all of it. And I would burn everything I built to get her back.

Sebastian Rae, 27 years old, is the CEO of Royals Publishing. He has been married to his high school crush and got a daughter and she moved away leaving her child behind with Sebastian. Jasmine Lee, 24 years old, was looking for a job but didn't until Sebastian sent out a flier for a job. He wanted a personal assistant and she applied for the job. "Well you are hired...only if you can do me this favor?" he said "What favor is that?" she asked "I need you to get rid of those hideous clothes," he said and came up to her and whispered "if you believe you can manage this job, I need you to...." he said and ran his fingers up her thighs. As he pops open the first three buttons "Can you live dangerous Jasmine?" he asked She shivered "You can only get this job if you are willing to live dangerously~" She then gave him a timid nod. As he made his hands seductively toward her timid red lips. He brushed his fingers over them. "You are mine and I will teach you how to live dangerously Mi Amor"

Prologue Yanking my hairs back he asked "now where were we" before forcing his lips on mine, I bit his lips making him more annoyed. Within a twink of eye he tossed me angrily on the bed, throwing his towel away, he quickly reached for my clothes ripping them off leaving me stranded only on my panties. I tried fighting him off but got slapped so many times, still I didn't give up until he pinned me down making me powerless."no!" I screamed out still struggling with him "you can't let him win" my conscience kept screaming at me. Joe stayed still enjoying the view of her struggling, groaned out in pleasure "damn your so sexy" he cussed out before devouring her. She screamed, cried and begged him to stop but it he ignored her pounding her like a wild animal till she passed out, waking up later on she found herself still naked and alone in the cold room, that was when she swore to get her revenge at all cost.

My parents died when I was ten, and I became an orphan. Darius Rossi, a mafia don, found me and took me out of the beggars' den. He wrapped me in designer clothes and raised me like a prized possession. Everyone said I would grow up to be his wife, that I was the treasure he kept close to his heart. Then came my birthday party. After a night of wild passion, he handed me a photo of his rival, Valerio Warren. He said, "Monica Arden, I've taken care of you for ten years. Now it's time for you to repay me. I'm arranging a marriage alliance with the Costa family. This is the guy Gina Costa has been crushing on, and I need you to seduce him and create an opening for me. I want her to marry me willingly." That was when I finally understood that I was never his treasure. I was just the most disposable piece on his chessboard. I followed his orders and pursued Valerio, doing exactly as he commanded. Yet, on the wedding day, Darius lost his mind when Valerio slipped the diamond ring onto my finger.

The Dennis Family is one of the most prestigious political families the world has ever witnessed, with the pride and fortune of a thousand generations, riches beyond comprehension, and a high-class reputation. Their most prized possession is their youngest daughter, Olivia. What the world fails to know about the family is that they come from a lineage of powerful witches and black magic. To the outside world, they are saints. To Olivia, who sees them for who they are, they are vile and sinister. She can’t stand the hypocrisy of her ego-driven and bloodthirsty family who only knows how to put a saint image out to the public, and she seeks freedom. She would rather not be the puppet daughter who wears clothes her family picks, waves at all times and smiles when she isn’t in the mood, just to keep the perfect ‘good girl’ image and appear perfect to the public. One night of tasting freedom, and she gets herself into a one-night stand with the Alpha Nathaniel Gray. The last thing she wants is to let her family find out she is pregnant. Sealing her lips shut and going undercover, she runs away from home. And Olivia thought she had little to nothing to worry about. Until she found herself in captivity of the Alpha, whose child she was to bear.

"Sign it, Elara. You were never more than a debt to be paid." For three years, Elara Vance was the Silver Crest Pack’s best-kept secret. As the "Shadow Luna," she lived in the corners of Alpha Silas’s mansion, loving him in a silence that was never returned. No ceremony, no pack bond, just a legal contract and the cold comfort of his bed. When Silas’s childhood sweetheart returns, Elara is discarded like a broken toy. Forced to sign a silent divorce and banished from the only home she’s ever known, she leaves with nothing but the clothes on her back and a secret that could destroy the pack: she is carrying Silas’s heir. Five years later, Elara is no longer the timid girl who flinched at shadows. She has a new life and a son to protect. But when her son’s life depends on an Alpha’s blood, she is forced to return to the world that broke her. But this time, she isn't seeking Silas’s help. She’s seeking sanctuary with the man Silas fears most: The Enemy Alpha. Will Silas realize the value of the "Shadow" he lost, or will Elara find a new throne in the arms of his greatest rival?

One night, under the full and bright moon Bryco's body suddenly itched. He couldn't help but moan because of the pain he was feeling. He could not breathe and forced his body to constrict. He could feel how his clothes were torn until he fell to his knees and completely changed his appearance; he became a wolf in the middle of the road. He thought no one had witnessed that happening. As he changed his appearance, a student at the school he owned looked at him with trepidation. This woman is Jelca Stewart. He saw how the woman's lips trembled and how her shoulders shook with nervousness and fear. He stepped closer to the woman. But because of the woman's fear, she ran away. He followed the woman, but he could no longer see her. After that night his eyes struggled to find the woman who had witnessed how he had changed. He wanted to see the woman's skin's smoothness again; look at her red lips; see the eyes full of fear as she stared at him. He wanted to claim the woman, but he doesn't know how and when.

I told Charlie my biggest secret—I was the long-lost daughter of the powerful Moore family in Dreslane. He swore he'd help me reunite with them. But the night before I met them, the Moore family made a grand declaration—they'd already found their missing daughter. A ceremony was set. I rushed there, heart pounding, only to see Charlie standing beside his childhood friend, Raine. She was being introduced as the Moore heiress. And somehow, she had the exact same birthmark as me. Before I could do anything, Charlie locked me in a restroom. "It's just a name," he said. "You still have me. So why does this matter? Raine's parents died saving me—she never had a real family. For my sake, can't you just let her have this?" Then, to erase any doubt, to make sure Raine could live as me without fear—Charlie took a knife and carved the birthmark off my body. The shock. The pain. I lost my three-month-old unborn baby that night. And as I lay there, blood soaking through my clothes, I finally gave up.

"You're not Isabella. But you will be. Starting tonight." Elara has nothing. No family. No money. She grew up in foster care. She cleans toilets for a living. Until the night she scrubs the penthouse bathroom of Alexander Blackwood, a billionaire CEO. He walks in drunk, sees her face, sees the star-shaped birthmark behind her ear, and calls her Isabella. Isabella is his wife. She disappeared six months ago. She was declared dead. And she looks exactly like Elara. Now Elara is forced to wear a dead woman's clothes, sleep in her bed, and pretend to be someone she never met. The mansion is full of secrets. The housekeeper watches her every move. The charming brother offers help that feels too calculated. And Alexander knows more about Isabella's disappearance than he admits. But Elara survived foster care by staying quiet and watching. Now she's watching them. And she's going to find out what happened to her sister—even if it means tearing the Blackwood family apart from the inside. She came to clean their toilets. She's staying to bury their secrets.

On the day my daughter is discharged from the hospital after recovering from the flu, I run into my ex-husband, Zachary Levine, whom I have been divorced from for seven years. He is there to pick up his wife, who has just given birth. He looks a little surprised as his gaze moves up and down to take in my clothes, which is still stained from my child's vomit. I had no time to change out of it earlier. "Long time no see. How have you been lately?" he asks. I smile and say I am doing fine. As we are about to part, he grabs my arm. "Alyssa, our son misses you a lot. If you are having any difficulties, don't push yourself. The passcode for the house in the north of the city is still your birthday. You can go there anytime." I politely decline, and he lets out a sigh. "After all these years, you are still as stubborn as you were back then. Don't hate me." I smile but say nothing. There needs to be love for there to be hate. But now, he is just a stranger to me.