Alyson Gorske Wiki Novels & Stories

With that kind of force, blood started seeping through the bandages. I let out a low groan, gritted my teeth against the pain, and looked up at this woman who'd appeared out of nowhere. Totally baffled, I asked, "Who are you?" She seemed shocked. She let out a scoff of disbelief. "Keep pretending. Keep it up. I just went overseas to celebrate Dylan's birthday. Is that really worth you acting like you're dying, Connor?" Judging by her reaction and the way Mark had shrunk back into the corner like a bystander, it finally clicked. So this was Alyssa—the one Mark had been talking about.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Hodgson. My name's Alyssa Taylor." Orlander was about to scoff that she was a nobody when Alyssa added, "Daughter of KS Group's President, Winston Taylor, of Belbanks."

"She is yet to wake up. But according to the marks on her body, she has been under abuse for a long time. Others were still fresh." "It's like she had been whipped for a good number **of** years." The doctor said. "Do your best to make sure that she wakes up as soon as possible," Ashton said. "Yes, Alpha. We will do our best." Ashton waved his hand and walked towards the study room. Theo was following him. "What did you find out from your investigation?" "The girl's name is Maya Brown. She was saved by Mark Syden, the now alpha of wind winders pack." "What did you say her name was?" Ashton asked. He felt like he was hearing things.

"Excuse me! Excuse me!" With only ten minutes left before Allison's first class of the day, she was running and in a hurry. She tried to push her way through the crowd of students along the hallway. With her backpack carelessly slung on her right shoulder, a couple of books in her arms, big black-rimmed eyeglasses covering half of her face, long black hair pulled into a messy bun, and a 3/4 white blouse paired with a below-the-knee black skater skirt, Allison Garcia was not the popular girl in school. In fact, she was in her final year of Accountancy, and she managed to stay in the background. She was the kind of person whom, when you passed by in the hallway, you wouldn't look at again. She

"Oh I see your finally awake, I'll go get you your breakfast right now, I'll be back in no time" Jake was still in the hospital waiting room, from last night, when he decided to do some research to see if he can find anything on Alison. After about 30 minutes of searching he found a girl named Alison Tucker who went missing on August 30, 2023. It said that she was 16 years old and the picture on the website was of a happy cheerleader standing next to a taller football player. She looked like she could be the one that he found because they actually look a lot alike, it's just hard to imagine that this once happy cheerleader is now a broken girl who was stuck with a sick creep for a year with

It felt as though the floor beneath me had suddenly vanished. She kept speaking. “They said he was a lovely old man. A widower. I don’t think he had family left.” I asked to use her telephone. The receiver shook so badly in my hands that I needed both of them to steady it. Louise Elwood answered. “The deputy headmistress from St Mary’s,” I said immediately. “You told me she resigned because of family problems.” “Yes. Alison Gorski.” “When exactly?” “About eighteen months ago.” “What happened?”

he said leaning against the cubicle door and folding his arms. There were a few minutes of silence while Alessio waited for the return of Xanthus and I planned my next escape plan. "Do you have pups, Alessio?" I asked. "Three," he replied his face softening. "How old?" "My daughter is five, she just started school. Then I have a son who is two and another son that was born just two weeks ago," he replied. "What are you doing here then?!" I asked. "You should be at home with your mate!"