Alt Style Novels & Stories

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She was stunned, almost shaking in her shoes when she saw Leo Smith standing in front of her with a small grin playing on his face. Leo Smith was a well-known guy at her school. He was high on the social ladder for his bad boy reputation. Everyone knew Leo wasn't someone who's way you'd want to get in. He was the type of guy who would flirt with a lot of girls, stand around by his sports car and smoke cigarettes, would show up on his motorbike some days, would skip classes and everything else that was associated with the bad boy stereotype. Annie had never even made eye contact with him, let alone speak to him before. She had noticed him many times because she was quiet and would go by unnot

I opened the door and greeted him with a smile. "Hi," I said. "Hale," he responded, scanning my attire. "Thought you might've backed out." He smirked and leaned against the door frame. I laughed. Hayden was dressed in a plain white shirt that showcased his muscular, tattooed arms, paired with light ripped denim jeans. His usual stud earrings adorned his ears, and he wore a single gold chain around his neck. White sneakers completed his look. "I did consider it several times, actually," I admitted, and he shook his head.

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."

𝙰𝚌𝚎 𝙰𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛 7 years old. The brown-haired boy stood there looking at the woman helping her kids choose the toys they wanted. Ace didn't get help from her, he's shy, anxious that she's going to return the ten dollars teddy bear that he brought. His soft small hand clenched the ear of the brown teddy bear, he pouted and with a shaking body, he approached his mother.

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