Aly Sloan Novels & Stories

I gestured to their battered, blood-stained clothes. "And make sure you change out of those bloody dresses as soon as we get outside." I turned back to the door, and they fell in step behind me while Kane rushed forward, hauling the heavy garage door up with a groaning shriek of metal. Sloane was standing right outside, leaning against her car. A pretty woman in her own league, with a sharpness in her eyes that could cut glass. We both have this aligned mission of having a bone to pick with old man Dhaval, and well.. who wouldn't want to work with a pretty hacker?

But at the moment, I’d much rather be involved with bringing down a werewolf-run drug running operation instead of a vampire-inflicted human homicide bordering pack lands. “Detective Fergeson, it’s nice to meet you. I’m sorry it has to be under these conditions.” I say, turning to shake his hand. “I’m Alpha Scarlett, the Alpha of the Crimson Snow Pack and these,” I point to Bree and Dax, “these are my Gamma and Lead Warrior, Bree and Dax.” Motioning to the others, I tell him, “this is Blake, Serafina, Theo and Conan, four more of my warriors. And this is Tasha and Channing, two of my trackers. Channing is the one who found the deceased.” I hear someone clearing their throat near me. “Oh, for

Sloane murmured, her voice a low, mesmerizing purr. She reached out, her slender, manicured fingers tracing the hard line of his jaw. The touch was light, but it carried the weight of a massive temptation. Kasen's knuckles clenched on his keys as his mind flashed to Axiom Global—the multi-billion-dollar baby he had watched burn down in a single night. With her other hand, she held up a sleek, black leather folder. "Axiom Global," Sloane said softly, tapping the folder against his chest. "The brilliant, multi-billion-dollar empire Maeva Sterling bankrupted to punish you. Over the weekend, I purchased the remaining forty-nine percent of the company's floating shares. It is mine."

which is shown as a few underscores ( _ _ _ ). SG- we have a job for you, but things are changing Sphinx- I’ll do the job but what’s changing? SG- this jobs’ special, we need a face to face—no records Sphinx- I can’t, these chats are encrypted by me, do you no longer trust me SG- we do but this one needs no leads to us especially Sphinx- who would I have to meet SG- only me and my two most trusted. I understand your need for your identity to remain anonymous.

She wears a long sleeve see-through shirt. She wears a sun shaped earring on one ear and a moon shaped one on the other. Rachael shouts with joy and confusion. “Mary!”. It is Mary Sullivan. Her former co-worker at Peoples United Bank. “This is Mary everyone, she will alter Dracula's spell for us,” John introduces her. Rachael is baffled. Alter the spell? Mary Sullivan is the witch John was talking about? Rachael begins to wonder how many people in her life are supernatural masking as ordinary people.

I nodded at her and got into the car with her. I don't know what I have gotten myself into. I came here to clear my mind and I got myself into this mess. I was waiting for my mate to come to me. But she's a human. Selene, what are you planning to do? I believe you will choose the best for me. THIRD PERSON’S POV….. Sloane was sitting at the Vanity with her slender figure gracefully dressed in an off-white wedding gown. A narrow shape that flows straight down from the neckline to the hem.

she asked and Sia swallowed her saliva. “It won’t happen again” Sia replied and Penny shook her head. “You saw my message, didn’t you? You are fighting Sloane, that creep!” Penny exclaimed. “You told me yourself that you’ll have a hard time handling and you didn’t practice?” Penny asked again getting agitated. “You know Sloane doesn't leave his opponents alive and even if he does, they are as good as useless. That Korean guy is still in a coma till now, the doctors say they have no hope of him waking up” Penny added and Sia turned to her with a rather calm face.

Sloane was last, in the yard, standing beside the truck with the dawn still an hour off. "Marlowe's man arrives Friday," she said. "His name's Petra. He'll sit at my table and read our books and report everything to a man who has already decided we're a county." She said it without heat. "I've got until then to make this pack look like something worth annexing carefully rather than quickly." "Sloane, I'm sorry." "Don't." Sloane's pale eyes came round. "Don't apologise to me. You'll do it wrong and I'll have to be gracious about it and I'm not any good at that."

Probably some guy gave her a fake number in the bar. "I know what it is. But who are you?" She again asks me anxiously. "I am secretary of the President of the Damison Group. My name is Ethan Stone." I reply to her irritatingly, as she is wasting my time. I need to go home and take a lavender bath with my rubber ducks.

I walked three paces behind him, feeling like a shadow. "Hey, Sterling!" a voice called out. It was Sloane. She was leaning against a locker, her blonde hair perfectly curled, looking like she stepped out of a movie set. Her eyes landed on me, and her expression shifted from a flirtatious smile to a cold, calculating mask. "Why is the scholarship charity case following you around like a lost puppy?"