Alt Style Novels & Stories

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I was about to turn and go find him when I notice a dress hung up on the wardrobe door that I had not seen before. I walk to it and there is a note attached. I would love for you to wear this dress and meet me downstairs in the living room. I'm smiling from ear to ear. I look at the dress and it is beautiful. It is a long red dress, I think they call it a mermaid tail, with a tight body and thin straps. I better get ready.

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He wanted to change that belief of hers. "So... Leo," Leo glanced over when Andrea Murphy appeared beside his locker with a sly little smirk resting on her face. Andrea was one of the popular, well known girls in the school. She got lots of praise over her good looks and perfect body. She was full of herself because she knew everyone loved her and wanted to be her. She loved attention more than anything. She trailed her fingers down his arms in a seductive manner, "I see you've made a new friend."

Chloe The door swung open in the middle of another question, and both of us looked up to find an obviously angry Hayden entering the room. He was dressed in black sweatpants with a single white line on each side of the legs. He paired them with a matching black shirt and jacket, adorned with lines along the sides of each arm.

8:00 PM. The Alpha's Private Club. The VIP room was dimly lit, thick with the smell of cigars and strong liquor. The moment I pushed the door open, I saw Daisy sitting in the corner. She was wearing a low-cut silk camisole that clung tightly to her curves, and with a deliberate little shift of her shoulders, she squeezed her full breasts—laughing coquettishly as she chatted up the wealthy Alpha beside her, every move oozing unapologetic allure.

I know u plus dat skirt z too SHORT! I quickly look at the short black skirt and decide that no, it's not too short. My shirt z not too short n FYI u re wrong I'm wearing under. Now it's my turn to smirk at him. Really? I don't believe you. U want 2 c em? It's black lace from Fenty. I dare u 2 show mi. I dare u 2 come at my house after xul and take em off. And with that I put my phone aside and start pretending to listening to Mr Zukov. I know how all this teasing will drive Santiago crazy and leaving him hanging will just make him want me more.

Kael wore ceremonial black, his chest bare, tattoos pulsing with heat. The Elders sat in a half-circle, silent and watchful. “Do you, Kael Stormborn, claim Luna of House Elara, not just as mate, but as Alpha equal—body, soul, and blood?” “I do,” Kael said, voice echoing like thunder. “And do you, Luna Elara, accept Kael not just as mate, but as your Alpha, your flame, and your final tether?” “I do,” Luna replied, her voice sure, unwavering.

" my wolf shouted excitedly in my mind. "I know," I told it, trying to keep us both steady. Even though I felt the rush coming. I had to stay calm. I was the Alpha. I had to be in control. On the top floor of Glanden Tower, I saw her again. Even though only a day had passed, she looked different-like all the stress from yesterday had melted away. She wore a clean, off-white suit. Her hair was tied back neatly, showing the graceful line of her neck. She looked amazing. That unique scent she had-the one that always pulled me and my wolf in-felt even stronger now.

For the first time in five minutes, he actually smirks. Stacy's mouth drops open as her eyes widen in disbelief. A moment later, her hand shoots out. I'm half afraid she's going to bitch-slap Alex into next week when she grabs a girl walking past us and yanks her over. The girl, wearing a pair of four-inch heels, stumbles before recovering her balance. My hat off to her for remaining upright. It's not always easy to do in sky-high heels. "Ally, this guy," she waves her hand in Alex's direction as if that term is debatable, "thinks it's perfectly acceptable to grab a girl's butt at a party."