Allison Kerry Novels & Stories

Gregory Keely returns to Boston empty-handed. "Sorry I couldn't be more help, but you've got one hell of a wife," she says before she goes. "I appreciate your help." The house feels quiet once she's gone. Allison promises not to leave the premises and doesn't try to test her boundaries. Instead, she's depressed, staying in our room for long stretches at a time. I try to lure her out with good meals, but she's not interested in anything. Watching her spiral like this is one of the hardest things I've ever done.

She groaned in exhaustion then stretched her hand lazily to pick up her phone from the small table just beside her bed to call Kenny. "Hey Kenny." She began. She knows that she is about to get scolded. "I won't be around for the next two hours." she said tiredly. "Another interview?" Kenny asked weakly from the other side of the phone. "um...yup" "I think you are doing too much Ally, if you continue like this, you are going to end up in the hospital yourself." Allison runs a bar and Kenny is her manager. over the years, they have developed some sort of friendship.

At the question, Allison rose abruptly from her seat, her voice trembling with emotion. "Mom, Grandma, can you believe this? I caught Dylan and Charlotte dining together at a five-star restaurant, all smiles and lovey-dovey! Can you believe that? I confronted them, and Dylan took her side; he chose her over me!" Allison's words rang out, laced with disbelief and hurt, her frustration boiling over into anger.

“Gunner, it is good to see you again. Who is this?” “This is Hunter, my beta and apparently also your mate.” “And who is the tribrid?” “How did you know I was a tribrid,” asks Kai. “Allison is an extremely powerful witch and has the talent to see whatever it is she wants to know when she touches someone.” “And when this rude one barged in and grabbed me I got my answer. To an extent anyway.”