Allison Read Novels & Stories

She read Allison's text for a full minute. We need to talk. She hit reply almost instantly. About what? You okay? The two blue ticks appeared.Allison had read it. No reply. She called it, it rang out and went to voicemail. Sitting on the edge of the hotel bed in Miami with the bay sparkling

Triffany asked him. "No." Nick shook his head. "I will get it." Allison stood up and head to the door. She shut it back immediately she opened it and ran to where Nick and Triffany was. "Who was that?" Nick asked her. "You won't believe who is out there." Allison said with excitement in her eyes. "Allison, let the person in." Nick told her. "It's Carlos Zack!" Allison said out loud and Triffany looked up surprised as she checked the time and then sighed.

“You could have died.” A rustle to my left interrupted his performance. Allison, sitting upright in the visitor’s chair, her legs crossed and her arms folded like a silent guard dog. She’d clearly been there all night; her hair was pulled back in a messy bun, her eyes red-rimmed, but the stubborn set of her jaw said she wasn’t moving anytime soon. “She’s awake now,” Allison said, her voice firm but lacking warmth for Calvin. “She needs rest. Not dramatics.” Calvin smiled faintly, ignoring the barb, and leaned closer. “Rest, yes. But she also needs to know she’s not alone.”

Allison gushed through the phone, her voice filled with excitement that practically radiated through the line. Tiffany shook her head with a soft smile, glancing over at Noami. Covering the phone with her hand, she whispered, "It's Allison. She wants us to be part of her bridal train." Noami blinked at her, looking confused for half a second, but as the words sank in, her expression broke into a wide grin. "No freaking way!" she hissed, her voice a mix of disbelief and excitement. Tiffany turned away, refocusing on the phone. Allison's joyful energy was infectious, and Tiffany couldn't help but smile again, this time more genuinely. The warmth in Allison's voice was like a hug through the di

On the other side: Allison was reading a patent's file when he got a message, he looked at his phone in confusion as he never gets many messages unless his friends are so free that they wanted to hang out, they ask him out but as far as he knows, they are busy so he took his phone clicking into the unknown message, as soon as he saw the videos, his eyes widen in shock as he never expected this.

"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 saw a few bits of food and sweets, and a tattered book. I smiled as I pulled it out to see Wuthering Heights. A small note from Brody was poking out the first page. 'Allison, I miss you so much. I am sorry for my behaviour yesterday, I should not have touched you, it could have had drastic consequences. We are lucky we were stopped when we did. I can't wait until I can see your beautiful face again. Every second without you is agony. Forever yours, Brody'.

he said still looking at the file I walked towards the seat opposite him, sat down and said nothing “Now what do we have here” he said while reading from the file “Alaina Hales , 21 years old , graduated from college by studying nursing Mother Martha Hales , suffering from cancer and not undergoing treatment No father figure seen, best friend Lyra Jones No boyfriend or past ones Owing rent , hospital, electricity, water bills No source of income I think I've covered it all” he said while closing the file and looking straight at me.

But the talk was all about Richard and Hollie, and the timeline for the merger seemed to be merely one of the items on the corporate balance sheet, treated with the same cold indifference as the end of the world. I barely listened. I could only focus on Allison and the silent battle she was waging to remain in her seat. Every time she turned in her chair, whenever she clinked her fork against the porcelain, my mind pulled me straight back to my bedroom upstairs. I could still feel her small hands squeezing my jacket, hear the pounding of her heart against my ribs, feel the urgency of her breathing, and remember her mother standing just inches away on the other side of that door. It was just