Alyssa Targaryen Actress Novels & Stories

Tonight, at least, they'd let themselves breathe. --- Morning came too fast. Alyssa stood in front of the mirror, barely recognizing herself. She'd put on one of her old dresses—the kind her father approved of. Modest, expensive, demure. The kind of thing the broken girl he remembered would wear. Her hair was pulled back. No makeup except what made her look pale, tired. Defeated. It was a costume. Armor made of surrender. "You look like her," Rylan said from the doorway. "The girl in the photos. The one before."

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.

If Cayden and I had just stopped in to say hi, she would have come and given me a hug, but much like my father, she differentiates between her daughter Scarlett and her Alpha Scarlett. “Alpha Scarlett, Beta Cayden. Is everything okay?” She asks, her big green eyes wide with concern and her chocolate brown hair still slightly damp from a shower. It’s like looking into a mirror and seeing my future self. And I’ll tell you, I could do a lot worse. My mother still turns heads and is still a beast on the sparring fields. I’ve never seen her in an actual battle, but I have no doubt she can still kickass.

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.

To make matters worse, his model for today was none other than Alisa Vega herself. It was every photographer's dream to work with a model like her. To the general populace, Alisa Vega was the unparalleled star of blockbuster movies like Pay for Your Crimes, Flower in the Sun, and The Daydream. Or if you haven't seen those movies (were you living under a rock for the past five years?) you surely would have seen her in her role as Princess Lavinia in the multi-award winning TV thriller/drama Bonecastle Life. And even if you were a complete recluse who only went out of your apartment once a month for groceries, you would have seen her face on holo screens and advertising blimps since she's a so

I couldn’t ignore the fact that the voice had sounded exactly like Spencer. “What exactly is goimg on?” I wondered aloud. A knock sounded on my door, ending my flow of throats. I rolled my eyes in frustration as I answered. “Come in.” The door creaked open and a petite girl dressimg in a thigh length black dress covered with a white apron entered. “Hello, Alyssa. What’s the matter?” I asked. Alyssa was the maid permanently assigned to me for the rest of my life. “You have a visitor, Mrs,” Alyssa replied. I could see that she was trying hard to fight the blush off her face, and neither did i miss the emphasis on the last word she uttered.

The businessmen and women who were at the party all came to meet Tristan to talk about business. Alyssa wasn't surprised. That was a typical business life. Alyssa excused herself and decided to walk around. She was doing that and was greeting everyone who congratulated her when a lady mistakenly spilled wine on her ball gown. "What the...," She uttered, stunned. However, instead of apologizing, the lady hissed and burst into a peal of laughter. Alyssa was irate. She identified her as Teresa, one of the stars of Shine Agency. She was one of the A-list models in the country and everyone loved her.

Her delusional mind was shattered into pieces and her heart trembled with fear at the possibility that something terrible might happen and foil her plans. So, that day…… the conversation between Mark and Jay… was not a dream. It is true that Maya is alive and mated to the legendary alpha Ashton! She is also a luna, and of a powerful pack! "Jesus! What did I do?" Lily almost shoved her head into the wall.

Another kid yelled. “Me too, me too.” A little girl, no more than five, yelled, running up and hanging on my leg. “Oh no, you don’t! You won’t start until you are older.” A woman ran up and picked up the little girl. My mouth hung open. I looked down at the little girl. I would never forget her face. Standing in front of me was Abigail Rothy, the little girl that I rescued from her captors, not six months ago. “Oh my god.”

As perfect as I've seen her, and I've always remembered her. But she was here now, wasn’t she? My Marissa. My Tatiana. She had returned. “You…” Theon’s voice trembled, recognition flaring in his gaze. “You’re supposed to be dead.” She smiled, a wicked, enchanting curve of her lips. Her gaze slid lazily toward him, eyes glittering dangerously. He took a step back, his heart racing against his chest. “Hello, Theon,” she said sweetly, her tone dripping with dark charm. “Goodbye, Theon.”