Allysa It Ends With Us Novels & Stories

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.

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.

Roma asked me worriedly while entering the bathroom. “Her body temperature is higher……. High enough to fry her internal organs at any time.” I replied to her seriously. The other one was a doctor. She must be in her fifties. “I am Alyssa Finn, Alpha. I need to check Alpha Xyla.” She introduced herself while putting her bag on the counter. Roma was already standing beside the bathtub; her hands were raised straight in front of her, hovering over Xyla’s upper body. The doctor also came to us at the same time.

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.

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.

God, I had no idea life could be so fun when I did not have to think about them. My partner called me and started an online meeting. Excited, they told me the project ended perfectly on their side. The path had been hard. Fortunately, the end was perfect. It did not get in the way of us making money. I had to ask, though. I wanted to know what happened after I dropped out of the project. My partner thought I was just being curious. "Nothing much. Claude Group's representative got fired because he made a big blunder. Ms. Claude treated him like he was the most important thing to her. I thought they had a fling. Guess not."

“We were looking for words, for acronyms, for… I don’t know, ancient fucking runes. We were overthinking it. You just have to shuffle the deck.” I slid the napkin toward her. I T W A S L Y D I A Ashley leaned in, her sleepiness evaporating. She read it once.. then twice, her lips moving silently. “It… was… Lydia?” she whispered, her head snapping up to look at me. “No. You think? I mean, it’s a stretch, Alli. What if it’s not right?”

Ashley reminded him softly about their previous conversation. "Right..." he laughed, feeling silly that he forgot about it. "So, honey... It's AG. It's the initial for my name. Ashton Grey. You knew about AG Atelier before but you never took any concern to know who the owner was?" He teased her. "I... well... I didn't really find much information about the owner," she tittered awkwardly. Back then, during her college time, she focused more on finding jobs rather than researching who owned these and those companies and that should explain why she did not know much about AG Atelier except for the part about if the company had a job opening or offered other opportunities like contests for young

"I am very interested in working with you on this, sir." Javier and Sophia were left gawking at her in sheer surprise. Minnie was just as taken aback. She blinked blankly at Javier, then at Jasper. Jasper gazed at Alyssa, his throat suddenly dry. But she did not once look at him. "May I know who you are, Miss …?" Orlander asked. Alyssa extended her hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Hodgson. My name's Alyssa Taylor."