Allison Pendle Novels & Stories

Allison's Gambit Allison looked at herself in the mirror of her bedroom. The years had not been unkind to her, really, but the creases in the lines of her forehead said differently. She straightened her blouse and took a deep breath before she picked up the glossy business card lying on her dresser. "Sarah Goldstein, Executive Producer," it screamed, with a phone number embossed in gold.

She was overjoyed and was about to scream, but Allison covered her mouth in time and whispered: "Don't let them find out. I'll think of a way to get you out of this hellish place." Allison carefully untied Alisa; she hugged her mother and sobbed as she had suffered so much frustration in the past few days. "Mom, please get me out of here. Declan found out about everything and locked me in this place. I'm like this because of Fidelia. She made Declan blind and cruel to his sister. Now we are not as important to him as Fidelia." Allison stroked Alisa's hair and comforted her. She thinks that her daughter has suffered a lot in the past few days. "I'll talk to Declan. Maybe Declan will understan

Her only concern was to find Simon. She looked around the darkened boutique. She was alone… or was she? The footsteps heading her way were soft, yet audible in a peaceful rhythm. When the young woman appeared before her, a glorious light began to fill the boutique…and in its center was her beloved Simon, arms outstretched, waiting to receive her. Maggie felt her heart, strong and healthy once more, begin to swell with love as he whispered her name. “I am Allison,” the young woman said. “Forgive me, but I need a vessel. I have a message of great importance to pass on. It is fleeting. I merely need a safe haven while I travel in this world.”

"She is yet to wake up. But according to the marks on her body, she has been under abuse for a long time. Others were still fresh." "It's like she had been whipped for a good number **of** years." The doctor said. "Do your best to make sure that she wakes up as soon as possible," Ashton said. "Yes, Alpha. We will do our best." Ashton waved his hand and walked towards the study room. Theo was following him. "What did you find out from your investigation?" "The girl's name is Maya Brown. She was saved by Mark Syden, the now alpha of wind winders pack." "What did you say her name was?" Ashton asked. He felt like he was hearing things.

Brody stood on the patio stairs outside the back door so everyone could hear him. “Now I know this is usually done during an initiation ceremony” he continued, “but with the current situation I have decided that I’m just going to do this now. So as most of you already know I recently found my mate, her name is Allison” he told everyone. I wet my lips nervously as he motioned for me to join him.

"Should we do that...?" "Will we do that...?" I looked at her and she looked back before we both just got to our feet. "Let's do it." "Let's break into a high-security prison." I already loved Allison. She was tough and brave and although she had the advantage of her family being affiliated with Leo's, there weren't many wolves in this pack that would dare do this even so.

In that moment, I knew Brielle was done looking at my happiest memories. Now, she was searching for my saddest ones. And just like that, I was back at the night when the the vampires hijacked the plane and crashed into the river. My body went numb as I stared at Allison’s body; cold, pale… and lifeless. I knelt beside her, my hands trembling as I touched her face. She was so cold I couldn’t sense any life from here. Wesley checked her pulse again, his face grim. “Allison still doesn’t have a pulse. I can’t feel the baby’s pulse either.”

We broke through into a wider opening, and then we were out. It was cold, and dark. The ocean. I dragged Allison up with me as we broke the surface. She gasped for air, coughing, clinging to me like she would sink if she let go. “Breathe,” I told her. “Just breathe.” Around us, a few of my men surfaced. Diego came up seconds later, scanning quickly. But, something was wrong. Allison turned, her eyes searching wildly. “My family…” she whispered. Then louder. “My mom! Jake! Juliet—”

The search for Annalise had taken an unexpected turn, but one, I hoped, that would lead us to her. The forest floor, damp and littered with fallen leaves, crunched under our feet as Elara led me on a relentless trek. The dense foliage cast an eerie twilight, the only sound the rustling of unseen creatures and the erratic pounding of my own heart. Elara, a silent specter in the gloom, navigated the winding paths with an uncanny ease. Her knowledge of these woods was far beyond anything I’d expected from a young girl. Every twist and turn, every fallen log, seemed etched into her memory.

My childhood friend who's supported my pack over the years and stood by my side Allison is a reputable warrior and a strong she wolf. She would make a good Luna. I still do not understand why my grandfather made this arrangement of getting me fat to that promiscuous woman. I watched as Allison made her way towards my desk, she was dressed up in an eye-catching dress, set to seduce me. She took her steps slowly towards me and when she finally got to my desk, she placed her hands around my shoulders, rubbing it slowly before giving me a massage.