Aly Sloan Novels & Stories

There was a short, awkward pause. Sloane recovered quickly, her tone shifting into something flirty and playful. “Wow, protective much? You must be the new guy everyone’s talking about. I can see why she’s been hiding you. You’re… intense. In a good way. I’m Sloane, by the way. Drisana’s best friend. Maybe we could all hang out sometime?” Rian didn’t even pretend to be polite. “No.” I could practically feel Sloane’s surprise through the curtain. She tried one more time, her voice sounding sweet. “Come on, don’t be like that. I’m harmless—”

It is understandable to cry when you're daughter is missing like you don't know if they are still alive or what. "If ever someone kidnapped Hilary, what is his or her motive?" I asked myself. It could be money, in telenovelas, kidnappers ask for ransom. Hilary is the only offspring of Helene Brooklyn, the owner of one of the famous and biggest shoes company. "Honey! Food is ready!" mom shouted while carrying a pot. I then sat at the dinner table and look at the food in front of me. My eyes sparkle as I see the 'Sinigang na Hipon'.

Something else. A glimmer of satisfaction? A glimmer of perilous satisfaction? I couldn't tell but it felt strangely freeing. The door creaked open as I was thinking about the enormous task of finding my shirt and my shattered dignity. I gasped. With a tentative almost bashful smile on his lips, Sloan stood with a tray full of what appeared to be an entire feast. His chest was still bare and he was wearing dark low-slung sweatpants. His skin had a slight sheen of sweat as though he had just finished working out. His damp hair fell across his forehead in a way that gave him a disheveled endearing rogue appearance rather than the intimidating CEO.

"In two days." "Is he a member of any organisations?" "He plays soccer at the town club every Thursday night." "Soccer huh?" Luciano said with a grin. "Where does her work?" "He's a history teacher at the school." "When I say the word 'Lycan', what do you think of?" "Twilight, Harry Potter... I don't know... " I looked at Luciano and we exchanged diabolic smirks. Her heartbeat didn't raise irregularly once. She's not lying.

Mrs Sloan questioned rudely as Mr Smith hissed furiously . " You do not address me by my name Sloan , I am not in any way your mate besides being a doctor doesn't mean I deal with battered bodies Madam " Doctor Smith sneered as Mrs Sloan glared at him in fury . " How dare you address me by name ? Do you know who you are speaking to ? I am the wife of Mr Brookes one of the leading companies in New York City so you have no right to question me,you are just a mere doctor " Sloan remarked rudely as Mr Smith eyes shot in fury as he furrowed his brows , " Did you just call me a mere doctor, do you know how many successful operations I have done, I think it's best to keep your mouth shut because if

Both his gaze and voice were gentle. I ran a hand down my face sighed. "I'm—I'm sorry I lost it this morning." Zac shook his head frantically, his eyebrows pulling together. "You have nothing to be sorry about, Bloom. I'm the one who—well, I apologize for Shane being a dumbass." "He didn't know." I shrugged. "Not his fault. It's not anyones—I just don't like my birthday."

I asked him. “Marquess Ilca Noarem Usain Sloven?” dad asked. That’s quite a long name for a single person or demon. “Who is that?” I confusedly asked. “This man,” he said, then he showed me a picture of the demon that he’s talking about in the air and it was Minus. “That’s him,” I said. “So he also went to your world,” he said. “I think so, and he destroyed quite a few properties in our world and I dealt with him,” I told him.

Unafraid. Not kneeling. Not bowing. Just… observing. One steps forward. A woman. Tall, silver-haired, her presence sharp but measured. She radiates absence—like something important was deliberately removed from her. She inclines her head slightly. “Rory of Midnight.” I don’t like that she knows my name. “You crossed into my territory,” I say evenly. She smiles faintly. “No. We crossed into uncharted territory.” Ethan’s hand brushes mine. Ready.

“Until I got a summons for Ava under a sealed corporate entity. I need you to run a name.” There was a pause. “Who’s the name?” I hesitated, because saying it out loud felt like opening an old wound. “Sloane,” I said. “Sloane King.” Static filled the line. Then, a low exhale. “That’s not possible.” My grip tightened on the phone. “Make it possible.” He muttered something under his breath, keys clacking in the background. Then silence again. When he finally spoke, his tone had changed. “She exists. Incorporated six months ago in Zurich. Head of a private holdings firm that absorbed half of Carter West’s offshore assets after the fall. No public appearances. No known photos.”

Silvercloud grinned, doing the Mister Burns finger-tapping thing. Everyone else took a look and nodded in understanding. “Um, hello. Human here who has no clue what is going on,” Alex raised his hand. “The mark Alpha now sports tells all he is the mate of the Kavanagh Alpha,” Silvercloud smirked, giving me a bow. “What? I’m so confused,” Alex sighed.