Allison Pendle Novels & Stories

Leio checked his watch again. "Are you worried Cindy's getting impatient?" Zion teased. "Has Leio Rivera finally fallen for someone?" "Shut up. That girl is just amazing in b—!" His words were cut off when there was a small commotion. "Really?!" They all turned to see Allison, excited and in disbelief. "I won? I won?" "Yes, Ally. I told you not to be so negative," Ms. Pam said. "And guess what? You won the fully furnished one!"

“I know you won't forgive me from what I did to you, but I am doing this for my mother who's a prisoner of Gideon. She was being held by him for how many years and I just learned about it before the attack in the pack. I just wanted to meet her, and I am willing to do everything I can for her.” I shook my head upon hearing Allison's explanation. There's no way I will believe her. “You're willing to do everything even if it ruins your relationship with the powerful pack, the Crescent Moon Pack. Did you not think that James could find your mother?” I uttered, but Allison just shook her head.

The girls are pulling me but I can’t leave Enzo with Avery not like this. ““Nessuno tocca ciò che è mio e vive per raccontare la storia,” [ No one touches what's mine and lives to tell the take] Avery speaks in Italian his accent just as thick as Enzo’s “Avery, please don’t,” His shoulders tensed he glances over his shoulder and a smirk turns the corner of his lips. Avery pulls the trigger and my eyes widen in horror as Enzo's body hits the ground with his blood and chunks of his flesh stuck to the wall.

Chapter 34: Loss "Someone once said that death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is what dies inside of us while we live. ." -One Tree Hill ************** Allison is alive? What the hell is going on here? "You look baffled Kade. Allow me to explain." Aiden spoke casually. "My real name is Owen Harrington, I'm a special agent. I'm a part of the bureau. Yes, that's right I work for the government. Allison here is my partner, her real name is Miranda, she's an agent too."

“Allison...” “No!” Allison interrupted, her voice trembling now with rage. “I’m done pretending to be afraid of people who think they can control my life. I’m done tiptoeing around their pride and legacy. If anyone—anyone—dares to get in the way of me and David, they should die. Do you hear me? I don’t care if it’s David’s grandfather, Christian, or even that meddling bitch Emma! This time I won’t back down. I won’t!”

My mom is watching. Nora eased her sudden anger and threw her glances in the direction of Aiden's mother and turned on a surprise look. "Mrs. Brookes." "No need to be too dramatic.", He whispered. "Shut up.", she counted and walked past him. He nodded his head and went up the stairs. **** **** THE JAMES ENTERPRISE Allison was at her office, even though it was Sunday, the fellow didn't fancy going to church. Instead, she would either come to marvel at what she had stolen with great difficulty.

Jocelyn’s POV Now all those drills over the last four days finally made sense. The endless hours spent researching each girl. Memorising names, backgrounds, family trees. But there was one girl we had nothing on. Allison. As if reading my mind, Jackson’s attention locked onto her. “You’re the only one who sent us nothing,” he said evenly. “There is no trace of you on any official record. But last night I finally managed to uncover your full name.” His gaze sharpened. “‘Allison Rose Everwood.’”

A tall girl, who wasn’t that very familiar to me but I have seen her last year approached me. “Hi, Celiana, right?” she grinned at me, too big for a greeting but I smiled at her, “yeah” I nodded while she gestured for us to walk. “I’m Allison by the way, if you don’t know yet, I was with one of the few subjects we had last year” I looked at her. Right, Allison Martin. The tall one of the few girls to enter the course, she’s intelligent, obviously and she’s tall, almost thought she was as tall as Brye but a bit shorter than him since he’s a walking pole to me.

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