Alyssa Ramirez Novels & Stories

N O E L L E “She’s a fashion designer in Germany,” Alyssa said with greeted teeth. I ran to her and cried. I told her everything that happened, and she searched for Vanessa’s information online. She followed her on I*******m and checked all her previous posts. “She’s gorgeous!” She was just angry a while ago, and now she’s complimenting her.

He smirked. Roman's response wiped the cocky smirk off his face in seconds. “You're a lot smaller than I imagined.” Roman narrowed his eyes, sizing him up like a tiny specimen on display. Alyssa burst into laughter before pulling Roman into a hug. “Hi, I'm Alyssa. I'm Savannah's older sister.” She points to little Emily still standing beside mom. “And that's my daughter, Emily.” Roman smiled— like a real genuine smile. “It's good to finally meet you, Alyssa. You're a lot prettier in person. Sav has told me a lot of good things about you.”

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.

Suddenly my phone rings, I try to get it but my leg slips and I fall flat on the floor, my panties get stuck onto my legs. Was I hallucinating? Did I just see him? I crawl to my bed as my panties are still stuck in between my legs. I grab the phone and see an unknown number calling, but TrueCaller says it's Ryan Damison. There is a picture of him in a suit too. That's him. That's him. Ryan sexy Damison calling me!!!! I pick up the call and desperately ask, "Sir? Is that you?" Wow, I sound so immature. So unprofessional Emara. I mentally scold myself.

And I looked at the screen she had browser about Alissa. I am very impressed and marveled at what I read. Turns out she is the famous teen super model Alissa Gray. She has graced the front cover of different fashion magazines. She is also among the richest and most beautiful teenagers in the world. I can’t believe I didn’t recognize her at all. As long as you are a girl and you are interested in fashion, you must have heard about her. Wow, I can't believe I had a ten minutes conversation with a celebrity. Now I understand why they are reacting this way. I am going to video call Elsa, Lily and Joyce as soon as I get home.

She did not want to waste her chance roasting the man who cheated on her best friend. "You mean you're that Ash-" "Yes... He's that Ashton Grey. The one that owned that big fashion company. AG Atelier, remember? The company used to hold a lot of design contests for art students before. Ashley and I used to participate in those contests before and we often told you that, you know... What a turn of events, Ashley ended up marrying the owner of that company," Hana kept roasting the guy harshly.

He held on to my right shoulder, so I turned to face him. "Will you take your hand off my shoulder or I'll turn you into a mouse?" I raised my left eyebrow, glaring at his cold yet undeniably handsome face. "Whoops!" He immediately took his hand off my shoulder. "You two! What are you waiting for?" The guard on the table called us. He's looking at me from head to toe right now. I quickly walk towards him and say, "My name is Alenna Delevigne from the city of Nalaknabak. I'm a..."

After returning from her shock she asked, "what?" "Today is funeral for Amara, Carl's wife", she looked like she can't believe what was happening. "Alyssa, Dalton is asking for.....", Carl's voice rang in our ear but he abruptly stopped when he saw the girl. "Maya", he breathed out. She looked at him with hurt. Without any words, she turned around and started to run away.

She made a half-smile before she positioned herself next to me. "You're still taking good care of Alisha, huh," she commented, making my forehead crease. I don't know how she knew the name of my doll because it's impossible for her to read my mind or know the simplest thing like this. "H-how did you know her name?" I asked in confusion. She turned her body to face me and released a smirk afterwards. "We're sisters," she replied. "It doesn't answer the question." "Mom brought us the same doll long years ago. I named your doll as Alisha, connected to your name. While you named my doll, which I left in the condominium, as Celestina." She smiled bitterly before dashing herself on me.

‘Say the word and I’ll drag you into the forest—I’ll make sure everyone can hear how addicting your little whimpers sound. “Oh, Alex is here! I have to introduce you to her, Luna!” Cassidy’s soprano broke the spell between Asher and I, drawing my attention to a dark-haired girl nearby. She stood at one of those cheap plastic tables, grabbing at the various bottles of cheap liquor as she poured and mixed them into a single cup. As she flipped her hair over her shoulder, I noticed the distinctive lime-green streak running down the side of her head. “She’s Asher’s cousin, and she’s been chomping at the bit to meet you! Especially after last night’s announcement.” “You can call me Lola—"