Aly Sloan Novels & Stories

He almost succeeds, too, until Brock and Astrid’s daughter, Sloane, jumps between her parents to block his path, her curly hair bouncing and a mischievous grin stretching her lips. “You’re it!” Avery declares triumphantly, catching up to her twin brother before he can alter his course and tagging him on the shoulder. Maddox blows out a frustrated sigh and folds his arms over his chest, scowling at Sloane for trapping him and allowing his sister to get the upper hand. “Not fair, you girls cheated.” “Catch me if you can, Madd,” Sloane coos, turning on a heel and taking off across the yard in a full sprint. He grins and runs after her, shouting something unintelligible.

His knee brushed against mine unintentionally, and I shivered slightly. "What now?" I asked shyly, playing with the end of my top. "Tell me something," he said, leaning forward and placing his elbow on his knee. I knew what he meant. "Um, well, my name is Chloe Hale. I moved here last year with my brother and mother, and as you can see, my social status is amazing," I said sarcastically, and he chuckled quietly. "I see," he said, looking up at the sky. I tilted my head slightly to the side.

That included Carlo. He walked to her with a sheepish grin on his face. “Thank you, ma'am," he said politely. Sloane's face was now serious. It was time to get down to the actual topic— their signed marriage. She took off her glasses and cleared her throat. “Please, call me Sloane," she said. “Take off the title you attached to it." She worked her tongue in her mouth. "Firstly, I want to apologize for what has happened. Although, I am not to be blamed for this mistake entirely. I mean, you could have said something when we were about to sign the documents.”

"I understand getting excited for a friend. You didn't have to bring me to lunch for that though." "Well," Sloane said coyly, fluttering her eyelashes at Kit. "I do have some ulterior motives. I was hoping we could join forces to help some young men and women in need." "Oh,'' Kit exclaimed, once again caught off guard by Sloane. "I assume this has something to do with a charity or foundation?"

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.

To the side of the room, various equipment used for different diagnostic and monitoring activities in various scientific fields lined the wall, and there were some that Megan couldn't recognize or guess what it could be used for. This was like one big, very inclusive, very expensive science fair, she thought. "This is incredible," she voiced out, unable to stop the awe coursing through her at the sight of the wonder before her that was Olympus. "You haven't seen anything yet, Miss Months," Dennis assured her before waving to a bearded man who looked to be in his late thirties at the front workbench and he came forward. "Let me introduce to you Edward Barnes, doctor of physiology from New Yor

she inquired. Khloe and Zeke, almost in unison, responded, "Nope, you're free all day." "Jinx! You owe me a drink," Khloe teased, shooting Zeke a playful smirk. "Where's my assistant?" Alyona asked, settling into her desk chair. "She's off to grab us some soul food," Zeke replied. "Soul food? Why?" Alyona looked puzzled. "Aly, let's be real. We know you're hurting. Trying to bury it in work won't help. Today, we're not letting you escape; it's okay to feel it, deal with it, and then decide how to move forward."

"I don't care about some petty thief! I want to know where Inspector Sloane is, right now!" Sharpe flinched at the volume of it, but he squared his shoulders and kept insisting. "Sir, you can rest completely easy! Someone from the corporate office tipped me off privately yesterday—I paid good money to find out. Inspector Sloane is a retired military man in his forties. He's five-foot-eleven."

"But the toll records don't match her standard personal card. It was a corporate account registered to the Madden foundation." "The foundation account Sloane controls," Declan murmured. "Yes, sir." The door to the inner gallery clicked open. Sloane stood in the threshold, her gray wool coat over her arm, her dark hair pinned low and neat. She looked at Preston, then at the tablet in Declan’s hand. "You're reviewing the gate logs," Sloane said, walking into the room without waiting for an invitation. Declan didn't move. "Your sister has a habit of disappearing when the ledger gets complicated."