Aly Sloan Novels & Stories

Sloane was a classic luxury brand. On top of that, it was an established name in South City. When Sabrina had just entered college, she was still living with the Lynn family. Back then, she heard them mentioning the brand when they were holding a coming-of-age ceremony for their precious 18 years old daughter, Selene.

Not the heavy boot of a mercenary, but the light, rhythmic step of someone who knew how to move in the dark. ​"Stay behind the press," Damian commanded, his hand reaching for the heavy iron handle of the proofing press a makeshift club if necessary. ​A figure emerged from the rows of trees. It wasn't Pietro. It was a woman, dressed in a sharp, slate gray suit that looked absurdly out of place in the rustic Italian countryside. She held a small, portable scanner in one hand and a silenced pistol in the other. ​"Aara Vance," she said, her voice like glass grinding on silk. "My name is Sloane. I represent the 'Clean Slate Initiative.' We believe the Great Audit was a mistake a chaotic disruptio

Cruz laughed as he adjusted his phrasing. “No. She was just here earlier with Sloane when Sloane was tearing into me for hacking Presley’s itinerary. I haven’t seen her since they were in college. She looks good.” “How good?” “I mean really good. She’s all big brown eyes and long dark hair and curves for days.” “What does she do?” “Investment broker,” Anderson sighed. “She’s brilliant. I mean brilliant. She graduated top of her class in high school, college and has her master’s and she’s only twenty-five.”

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—”

I could feel his presence like a solid wall at my back. “Thank you for coming,” I said clearly. “Tonight’s gathering is not only a celebration, but also an introduction.” I stepped aside and gestured forward. “This is Sloane,” I continued. “She is a powerful water manipulator and a respected figure in her field. Tonight, she represents the water discipline.” Sloane paused for a moment, then stepped forward. She wore simple clothes, but her posture was straight and confident. I met her eyes briefly and nodded. She understood.

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

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.