Allison Delaurentis Novels & Stories

How does she always know people’s middle names? “This is his shop, Mother. Ayrelles is the goddess I told you about in the car.” Delilah watches her mother intently. “This is definitely not within Iokaste’s abilities. These people aren’t frozen in time. Only their physical form is frozen.” When she turns her head, I can see how dark blue her eyes are. “Eros, do you have an arrow prepared for Goddess Ayrelles DeCaul and Cason Pierre Watts?” “I do.” He steps forward and bows deeply with the crystal arrow extended toward her. “They both just need to touch it for its effects to work.”

He told her. "If you do that, you wouldn't be seeing him today. I'm his right hand. The person after him. I could put in words for you to enable the meeting hold today, if you want me to. Otherwise, I'll return to my office," Caitlyn voiced out with her usual smile. Martin clenched his teeth and his fists in anger. The smile she held irritated him. To be the right hand of lawyer Bernard, she must be extremely smart and intelligent. Martin despised smart women.

Some real shit would go down between us. Speaking of that bitch, our eyes met from across. I held her gaze, unknowingly starting a staring contest. A smirk tugged at my lips when her gaze faltered. Surprised that she’d felt scared of me, she took a step back. And then, it happened. “Cassandra… and Ashley,” Dalton announced my partner’s name. I watched as the she-wolf’s face turned white, whiter than a blank paper. Oh, so her name was Ashley?

The moment Delilah walked in her eyes casted on the owner of the private number, Arielle. Noemi noticed Delilah's tense stare, she had never seen Delilah look at someone with that much hatred. She thought Delilah hated her the most. Whatever she had for Arielle was nothing close to the stares she got. she often scoffed at Noemi. "Who is that ? She looks like trouble." Noemi spat. "Because she is. That's Arielle Myers. The gambling princess of Detroit. She looks beautiful doesn't she ?" Delilah half-assed complimented while clicking her tongue. "More like unbearable to look at." Noemi hissed getting pissed for just looking at Arielle's face.

Chander's sudden interruption brought her back. "Miss Hila, let me help you take care of the other eleven." She didn't feel light headed or drunk anymore. "Why would you help me? You are in no position to gain anything from their deaths and if you are, just shut it and consider yourself lucky that your competition just got lower." She took off the robe and was left covered by a tiny sleeveless navy blue dress that barely covered even half her thighs. The pair of linen dolphin shorts of the same color loosely swayed as she moved towards him.

Suddenly, Chantelle's eyes fluttered open, and she looked up at Delcan. A smile spread across her face, and she reached up to touch his cheek. "Hi," she said softly. Delcan felt his heart skip a beat. He had never seen her look at him like that before. "I didn't mean to wake you," he said, his voice low and gentle. Chantelle sat up and took his hand in hers. "You didn't," she said. "I was just resting my eyes." She looked down at the outfit she was wearing and blushed. "What do you think?"

She hummed an answer followed with a short nod, eyes flickering around the room to distract herself from the woman in front of her. She didn't know who she was, but she seemed to know a lot about her. Maybe her whole history, if possible. Orla didn't care but what was with the nasty glares like she stole her bonbons? "I am Allison, I'm in charge of cleaning the presidential suite in the penthouse. It's nice meeting you." She extended her chubby palm for a handshake, but Orla didn't jump at it. She contemplated for a few seconds before sliding her palm into Allison's, hurriedly bumping it up and down, jerking her palm off as if thorns were sprouting on Allison's palms. "I guess the boss is st

But instead, I was met with the sight of Anne, her lips curled into a sly smile. “Well, well, well,” she drawled, her voice dripping with amusement. “Look who’s playing jungle explorer.” Relief washed over me, so intense it almost felt like dizziness. “Anne! Thank goodness it’s you. I nearly had a heart attack.” I straightened up, brushing dirt off my breeches with a grimace. “What are you doing here?” “Same reason as you, I presume,” she said, her eyes gleaming with an unsettling intensity. “To witness the grand exit of Annalisa du Wales.”

The smell hits me, and I grimace. "Audrey," I say in a warning tone, "that better not be—" "TEQUILA!" She yells and I groan. Tequila is the sure-fire way to get me both hammered and horny, and she damn well knows this. "Come on, Kat," she says in her sweetest voice, pouting at me then grinning at Dan. She passes Mark a glass. "Why are there five?" I ask her.

She's stranded here in the hands of a evil man who has a fiancee. Her only person is Allison, but she'd never depend on Allison who's working hard to build herself. Allison is from a poor family, but she's living fine and comfortably because she works hard. So she won't burden her. But the Priest—the Priest from last night. The one who couldn't keep his mouth shut and ratted her out. She'd confront him. She has to. She looked at the arm Dean tore with the knife last night. It hurts. A car honk sounded outside, and she immediately recognized it as Allison's Bugatti. She quickly returned to her bedroom and changed to long leggings and a long sleeve.