Allison Pendle Novels & Stories

Does she own every fucking building in New York? They stopped in front of Valerie and Allison immediately thrust herself forward, nearly knocking him aside in her eagerness. "Ms. Calder, I can't believe I'm actually meeting you! I'm Dr. Allison Wilson - I won tickets through your I*******m live contest!" She was speaking so rapidly her words almost blurred together. "Your gallery is absolutely mind-blowing! The way you've curated these pieces - the raw emotion, the pure honesty - I've never seen anything like it!"

attitude disrupted by a rage bordering on lunacy. "How dare you!" she screamed, her eyes riveted on the sleeping infants. "How dare you take everything from me!" I stared at her, astonished, my heart racing in my chest, reflexively pulling the infants closer. But before I could react, Chad appeared, his face a mixture of shock and concern. "Allison, what's going on?" He'd demanded, standing between us. Allison's eyes had sparkled with desperate, crazy excitement. "What's going on?" she said, her voice dripping with hatred. "Let me tell you what's going on! You are supposed to be with me, Chad! Not... not her, and especially not these... these _things_ that she has given you!" The venom with

Allison s POV. Allison walked into a departmental store and straight to pick a few snacks before heading to the counter. "I need to ease myself can I get the keys"?. She drops the money on the counter. "Sure, over there". The young lady at the counter said, handing over the keys to her. Allison placed all the items she has gotten in her backpack and carried it with her to the toilet. Immediately she got into the toilet she took off her clothes and quickly wore the chest binder and male top and shorts she had taken with her.

“What about the second lady?” “Her name is Tasha Allison. She is a model with us,” I said calmly. “I want you to get eyes on both of them. I want to know every one of their movements as well as the people they meet. You must make sure Julian or his associates do not meet them.” “I understand. I will have men on it immediately,” Payne said. He seemed to remember something the next moment so he turned towards me, “About the other drives in your possession, have you considered getting rid of them?”

Tomorrow was the weekend, so she thought about going to the training the day after tomorrow. People could call her lazy, but she did not want to face Ethan every day, even though it was good for her wolf. When it was eight o'clock in the evening, Allison was scrolling her social media timeline while lying on her bed. She was alone in her house. Her parents went to a pack party at 6. She was feeling bored alone. RING! Her phone started to vibrate with a ringtone. It was from an unknown number. She received the call. "Hello?"

"Whoever it is, they are good." We say nothing further, and the entire scenario is frozen in stunned stillness owing to the seriousness of what she has to convey. There is a spy among us. Allison has yet added another spy to her collection. I replied, "We'll get them out." "And when we do that, they will regret the day they turned their back on this pack" Celia nodded. "I'll keep digging." Meanwhile, you must stay vigilant. Who is Allison playing for? She's been playing for a long time, and we're only now realizing how little we know about her approach.

I'm not really entertaining her idea, but if she wants to be useful, then I don't mind using her. “I can bring her to you,” she said. The confidence and spite in her voice tells me she might just deliver. “Bring who?” I feigned ignorance. “Ares,” she answered. “If I am to do business with you, I need to know who you are” I said “but since time is not on our side, your name will be a good start” She managed to flip her hair with her chained hands before she answered “Allison. Allison Brooke” “Okay. What do you want in return?” I asked. I know nothing in this world comes for free. I just hope her price wasn't too high.

"That’s right, Mary. We all saw what happened. You spoiled Ben and let him wreak havoc, and now it’s ruined. “Otherwise, why would someone like Allison, a senior executive, be working overtime during the New Year’s holidays?" Uncle Peter chuckled and turned to my parents. "Allison is truly impressive—already a leader at twenty-eight! She must be earning a fortune. Could it be around three million a year?" For the first time, my parents received praise. They smiled faintly, saying nothing, and instead turned to me. "Allison, is there any way to salvage this?"

The dark weather and cold breeze that brushed Allison’s skin couldn’t ease the hurt buried in her chest. The sky hung heavy, casting a gray shadow over the cemetery. With her hands quivering as they grabbed the sides of her black dress, sixteen-year-old Allison stood at the edge of the grave, her eyes red and swollen from grief. It was a small coffin, as if its size mirrored how little time her mother had spent with her—just sixteen short years.

I couldn't wait to finish the mission and get back to Nodith and show Conrad what a monster I myself could be. I was so engrossed in my thoughts that I didn't notice when a girl approached me. "You're awake." She said. That got my attention and I tried to give my reply whilst adoring her features. Sunbleached hair that was between gold and brown and her eyes were orbs of Chestnut brown reminding me of hot chocolate. She had the most bewitching face that was complete with a smile that made her features simply outstanding but her face... My wolf growled, uneasy seeing again what he thought was gone forever.