Anna Walsh Novels & Stories

“The woman in the photos is not just a one-night-stand, but instead my new girlfriend – Alpha-born Evelyn Walsh, daughter of John Walsh, our nation’s Director of the Interior.” The reporters go mad, shouting out questions. Victor begins to respond, but suddenly a snarl rips out from the back of the room. The primary television camera pivots and turns its own attention to the wolf at the back of the hall, standing with his feet apart, his teeth bared, ready to kill. A shriek claws its way from my throat. Joyce. “Bullshit,” he growls, his chest heaving, his claws beginning to emerge from his fingertips. “Evelyn Walsh is my WIFE!” Joyce charges into the crowd, heading straight for Victor. The r

Being married off was nothing; it would not even be surprising if she lost her life. "When is she getting married? To whom?" Felix asked. After hesitating, George replied, "She'll be married in about 20 days to a young heir of the Walsh family from Aleshire. They control most of Dragonia's shipping business. Whatever Lady Nala's planning, it must involve significant interests or she wouldn't marry off Yvonne. "Everyone knows Yvonne's practically her personal assistant and is almost like her family. The Walsh family must be thrilled. Because this connection essentially ties them to Lady Nala."

Wilson was mad at her. Walking into the sales directory office, Anna was welcomed with a big smile from her colleague. “Look who is late again,” she teased. Anna chuckled. “Hey Alia, I thought you would be taking the day off.” She said as she walked towards her colleague’s table. “I wish, not when I have so much to do, only if it was worth our time.” She groaned and shook her head as she rearranged the books on her table. Alia was a pretty young woman, blonde hair, brown eyes and slender jaws, she looked more like an European although being India, maybe something to do with her ancestry.

another woman said in disbelief. “The whole family knew,” someone muttered. “Rich people always protect their sons.” “Five months pregnant,” an older woman whispered again, horrified. “That girl was carrying a child.” “And he still stayed with the mistress?” another woman snapped. “Disgusting.” “Wait,” a younger woman said suddenly, squinting at the television. “That’s Alvara Dane, the one from Hawthorne Institute of Fashion isn't it ?” “The designer of the year ?” “Yes,” another answered immediately. “I’ve seen her online. She's all over the media, She became successful after all that.”

Alas when she had had enough, she reduced the volume of the tv and turned to the woman sitting beside her, "How much do you know about this Isabella character?" Eileen asked. Vanessa Campbell drew her eyes away from the television and its headlines to look at Eileen. In truth, both women detested each other and couldn't stand the other's presence. there was also the fact that since Eileen Walsh entered the movie industry, her appearance had dimmed whatever light Vanessa had shone on her. But in light of everything that was going on, with the fact they had a common enemy, the only right thing was to put their differences aside. At least for the time being.

The Devotion Pack has been almost empty, after the Alpha disappeared, and rumours of Phantom Wolves roaming around scared Pack members away. Adrian crosses him from the list. "How about Grayson?" I hesitate, lifting my head from where I was brushing lint off my jeans. Grayson? "Who's that again?" I ask. The name Grayson doesn't ring a bell in my head, which is strange, since I'm familiar with most Alphas. "Alpha of Freedom," Adrian informs me. No wonder. Shaking my head, I slip off the edge of the desk, and take the pen from Adrian's hand, proceeding to draw a thick red line over the name. My blonde haired assistant stares at me as I resume my spot.

The Walther stared right at her forehead. Her eyes followed his thumb as it pulled the safety pin. A cold sweat dripped down her neck. Her left hand was a few inches away from the pocket knife in her jacket and all she had to do was reach for it without raising any suspicion. Easy, right? The only problem was she realized this guy was not just any crazed Tom, Dick, or Harry that needed some quick cash or anything else to that.

Emery who clearly had too much to drink. I swear I have seen him turn every shade of color in the last few days, “Connelly, can you shut the fuck up? I’m on the verge of puking up my guts and the last thing I need to hear about is my best friends sex life.” I wanted to laugh but I was still a little ticked off about the blonde bimbo taking Dalton into his office and acting like she owned the place, “Who the hell was that Maxine girl with the awful attitude and clear as day crush on Dalton?” Nick and Con looked up at me and Nick took a sip of his coffee and cleared his throat, “She is one of the lead warriors that guards the border.” He glanced out of the side of his eye and I heard a thump

Alpha Blaze persisted, sounding genuine. I glanced at Lucas then when we both realized something at the same time – silver. “How can you be so sure about it?” Dalton met Alpha Blaze’s gaze from across. “My mate was with the moon goddess when they both disappeared –” “Wait a second, who’s your mate?” “Althea,” he said aloud with pride. We were momentarily shocked. His mate was Althea, the first female warrior of the Moon Goddess. She was known to be fierce but grounded. It didn’t take long for Dalton to nod affirmatively. “Okay, I trust you.”

He told her. "If you do that, you wouldn't be seeing him today. I'm his right hand. The person after him. I could put in words for you to enable the meeting hold today, if you want me to. Otherwise, I'll return to my office," Caitlyn voiced out with her usual smile. Martin clenched his teeth and his fists in anger. The smile she held irritated him. To be the right hand of lawyer Bernard, she must be extremely smart and intelligent. Martin despised smart women.