Allysa It Ends With Us Novels & Stories

I asked her. " Yep , Carlos and I have discussed about that and we are naming her after you which will be Alyssa steve ,sounds nice right?" " she said excitedly. "Shut up ...you are kidding me right ,wow I'm flattered after all " I smiled. " Look Alyssa I love you and when you need help never think twice before you voice out too me okay even when it comes to getting a new job I will be there to get you one "she said with great passion and I blushed.

Ana was in the best position to know how Devin Crighton could bulldozer someone’s life with no respect to feelings or any regard to propriety. Concentrating on the chore at hand, she applied the corresponding filters of sex and age, and the search eventually drilled down to five Huntingtons and three Alyssas. Since it was more probable that her sister would have changed her last name, they opted to hunt down the Alyssa first, even if wasn’t the most resourceful idea, they had to start somewhere. The problem was that each Alyssa resided in three different states.

“Thorn residence, how may I help you?” ‘Thorn?’ I was confused and immediately turned back to the file displayed on my screen. Thorn, right, that was her mother’s surname. Clearing my throat I answered. “I would like to speak to Lyra, Lyra Colburn.” “Who is this, if I may ask?” “A friend.” I smiled at the thought of us actually being friends― or more. “Hold on a second.” She said and after that I heard shuffling sounds. “Who is it?” I could hear Lyra’s faint voice from the background.

Across the city, Alyssa was already ahead of them. She sat alone in a dim conference room, laptop open, screens reflecting pale light across her composed face. She wasn’t watching the market feed directly. She was watching behavior—delays in confirmations, subtle changes in counterparty responsiveness, the way certain overseas funds suddenly became cooperative after weeks of silence. She closed her eyes briefly. “He’s in,” she whispered. When her phone rang moments later, she didn’t look surprised. “Tell me I’m wrong,” Ethan said the moment she answered.

With that kind of force, blood started seeping through the bandages. I let out a low groan, gritted my teeth against the pain, and looked up at this woman who'd appeared out of nowhere. Totally baffled, I asked, "Who are you?" She seemed shocked. She let out a scoff of disbelief. "Keep pretending. Keep it up. I just went overseas to celebrate Dylan's birthday. Is that really worth you acting like you're dying, Connor?" Judging by her reaction and the way Mark had shrunk back into the corner like a bystander, it finally clicked. So this was Alyssa—the one Mark had been talking about.

"Ashly?" "ASHLY?"

This is the end of us both. ******

Tasha nodded with a shrug. “Man, where has the time gone?” Judy asked as the two men with Tasha grinned proudly. “Why, it seems like yesterday when you came in here for the first time, just like this young lady.” Then, she turned her attention back to me. “What’s your name, honey?” “Alyssa,” I choked out. “Alyssa Collins.” “I love your first name, but you might want to change your last name,” Tasha said from across the room. “Maybe to Alyssa Case? It has more of a ring to it.” She took another bite, then asked, “Are you a singer?”

Disturbed, yet not wanting to alarm Michelle, Alyssa replied breezily, "Oh, then it's fine." Subsequently, Alyssa rushed back to the office that night, tirelessly sifting through Michelle's work data for anomalies.

Always us. THE END