Allysa It Ends With Us Novels & Stories

I couldn’t ignore the fact that the voice had sounded exactly like Spencer. “What exactly is goimg on?” I wondered aloud. A knock sounded on my door, ending my flow of throats. I rolled my eyes in frustration as I answered. “Come in.” The door creaked open and a petite girl dressimg in a thigh length black dress covered with a white apron entered. “Hello, Alyssa. What’s the matter?” I asked. Alyssa was the maid permanently assigned to me for the rest of my life. “You have a visitor, Mrs,” Alyssa replied. I could see that she was trying hard to fight the blush off her face, and neither did i miss the emphasis on the last word she uttered.

I admitted as I smiled, thinking of Millie. “You mean like a servant or?” Alyssa asked as I smirked. “No, the target in question, Lady-Luna Millie herself.” I said as Alyssa went quiet for the first time. A few minutes passed, and I was about to be sure I had not caused Hell to freeze over when I heard Alyssa shriek through the phone. “OH, MY LILITH SHE IS SO PRETTY!! AND MOMMA IS GONNA LOVE HER BABY AND-” Alyssa shouted as I let her carry on.

She sat at her kitchen table, still wrapped in the blanket a paramedic had handed her. Atlas placed two mugs of coffee down and slid the burner phone closer. “No one else knows about this drive?” “No. Just us.” He nodded. “Then we use it before Leon can erase any more evidence.” Lily opened the second folder on the USB. It was titled: “Protocol Two. Asset Control.” Inside were dozens of recorded phone calls… but one stood out. Dated six months ago. Caller ID: Ryle Kincaid. Lily’s heart stopped. “That’s... Ryle.”

I decided to wait a while to call Brooks to let him know. I laid back down and went back to sleep and was woken up a few hours later by the phone ringing. I answered and it was Brooks. He asked if they had called yet and for a second, I thought about lying and saying no but I said yes. They called a little while ago. I was going to call but I fell asleep. He said it was ok and asked what they said. I said the test came back negative and I have a viral infection that should go away in a few days. I heard him sigh in relief and it stung a little. Then he said,

Then, he reached into my pocket, pulled out my phone, and glanced at it before dialing a number from his own. I floated closer. It was William’s number. "What?" William answered almost instantly. "No–" I wanted to stop Mike, but it was useless. "Mr. Gavin, this is Whitney’s doctor," Mike said, his voice hoarse. "Please come to the hospital as soon as possible." "Doctor? Hospital?" William let out a chuckle. "What, did she fail at one trick and switch to another? "Let me guess. Now she wants me to believe she’s dying?

I said as he furrowed his brows. “What do you mean?” He asked. “A stands for Allysa right?” I asked and he chuckled. “You're beginning to behave like a lady and it's not cool, so what if it stands for Allysa?” “The last box came with a note from someone named Max.” He nodded his head and suddenly stopped, his eyes making contact with mine. “No, no, no” “I'm glad you're on the same track as I am, I'm glad you understand what I'm talking about.” I said as he stood on his feet. “I don't think Allysa would be so__”

Niko licks Alyssa's face clean, savoring my taste as he kisses her, their tongues tangling in a way that makes my cock stir all over again. Alyssa finally pushes him away, giggling breathlessly. "Okay, okay. You got it all." She glances up at me, a satisfied smile pulling at her lips. "Are we done now?" I shake my head, a low, dark chuckle escaping. "Not even close. It's over when I say it's over."

Her heart hammered a frantic, erratic rhythm against her ribs as she stared through the dense upstate fog toward the blinding headlights of the silver sedan. She knew that name. *Aisha.* It wasn't the name of a corporate shell company in Delaware, nor a high-ranking coordinator within the upper echelons of The Consortium. It was a phantom moniker—a ghost signature that had appeared at the very bottom of the black-market transaction sheets she had briefly glimpsed on Dominic’s decrypted administrative terminal in Manhattan.