Alyah Chanelle Scott Novels & Stories

The nurse said, looking at me, noticing my attention, my rage and the fact that I was questioning a woman who I knew did not belong here. I raised an eyebrow, leaning back against the pillows. “An Omega,” I repeated slowly, as if testing the word on my tongue. “Selene, the snake, the schemer… demoted to Omega. Now that,” I muttered, “is going to be interesting. And what does Alaria think about it?” “I…”

"Stelle, I respect your father. Stop spreading false information about us. My fated mate is the only one I want, and I hope this is the last time I hear such rumors." Stelle’s breath hitched. I could see the tears welling up in her eyes. She was speechless, and her three friends looked at her with contempt after hearing Xavier's words. But I felt no sympathy. Because even without reading her mind, I knew exactly what she was thinking. "Aliyah, right?" I turned to Xavier. "Yes, Alpha Xavier," I replied. "I’m looking for Chloe. Do you know where she is?" "She’s waiting for me in the cafeteria with Janice."

IF ONLY "Hi!..." I scan a girl who looks like a model. I feel so ordinary beside her. "Good afternoon..." I flashed my best smile. "Wynther Gabriella," she extended her hand that's why I accepted it. "Xaliah Shasta," I quickly responded without thinking. "Here in Playa Caleta for vacation?" she curiously asked. I heave a long sigh. Damn, Shasta! You're not really thinking. Now, you exposed yourself in public. What a great day!

Aliya Shawn was released from the hospital yesterday. So far he has been doing well. I think one of the omegas might be his mate. She has been making extra sure that he is taken care of. I did ask Claire and she said that the girl with turn 18 next week. I think she is starting to feel the bond. I think Shawn feels it as well. He is constantly flirting with her. She is a cute little thing compared to Shawn's 6’2 or so height. Brayden has called a meeting so we can find out if Shawn can tell us any more about what those assholes are up to. Brayden even has the girl, Nessie, here with us. I can tell that she is extremely nervous.

responded Wallace in anger, conveying his frustration at the elusive target. "What happened?" inquired Thalia, displaying a genuine interest in the details. "We can't look for a face we don't know. Maybe she passed by me, and I smiled at her," Wallace insinuated, unraveling the complexity of their pursuit. "We need a face, Thalia. A face." "Listen, Detective," Thalia stood up, her posture exuding a sense of command. "I have never met Gabriella before. I told you everything I know about that woman. Because of me, you managed to capture tons of her cocaine."

She said. Aaliyah was listening to Felan and couldn’t believe what she was hearing her daughter say. Felan sounded angry, but also like she was enjoying this. “Did something happen while she was using her powers?” She asked herself. Aaliyah wasn’t sure, but she was going to talk to Skylar about it more later.

“Yeah, it’s the same for sure. Why?” “When I picked Alaia up from the station and brought her home, I smelt this perfume on her clothes,” I explain, and Josh frowns. “I knew it was familiar, but I couldn't place it. It’s not Shayla’s smell. She hates perfumes with strong floral smells; it gives her a headache. It wasn’t until Sophie just hugged me that I placed the smell. It’s Coco Chanel, I know because it’s Sophie's favourite perfume. I bought it for her.” I explain quietly, and Josh’s eyes grow wide. “Think about it? Why would Alaia come back smelling like a perfume that’s not her mother's? And who hates Shayla and would benefit from her disappearance?”

Bethany Wright. Self acclaimed queen bee of Malcolm High. Head of the cheerleading squad and girl friend to the most popular guy in school, Christian Hales. It was such a wonder how cool headed, reserved Christian landed himself such a bitch. She was definitely with him for the money, the fame, and definitely the sex. News fly around the school and Makaila's ears were always open for the gist.

AALIYAH Aaliyah was walking by the side of the road, she had her mask on and a jean jacket that hung firmly apart. She had a rufescent scarf and sandals that capriciously dug into sand as she walked. Yet somehow, she felt distant from herself, unable to process a single thought. Like a sudden wave, she felt her chest close on her, she felt her lungs collapse and her fingers turning blueish. She clung to her jacket, pulling it off as she fell into a trash can. She went down with dead gasps and a seizure that had caught her legs.

Aaliyah turned, grabbed a bucket filled with cold water, and poured it over him. Flowers fell. Water drenched his suit. “Who is Hermosa? Who the fuck is Hermosa? Your spirit wife?” she screamed, her voice sharp enough to cut stone. “You drunk fool!! Can you please wake up? I am Aaliyah Hart Alberto!!” Blarke gasped, shocked. His eyes brimming with tears. I wondered what kind of delusional man he was? While Rylan shook his head like he wasn't as delusional as him.