Aubrey Callaghan Novels & Stories

As I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was Aubrey's Chanel stilettos. On Jesus Christ! My heart pounded frantically as her angry eyes shot into mine, as they normally do when I make fun of her for looking almost old, every time she wears makeup. "Miss Carl--" "Lopez! I'm Camilla Lopez, Miss Aubrey." My hands were sweating when she almost said my real last name. My lips were now wedged between my teeth as I attempted to speak to Aubrey with my eyes. The brows of Aubrey came together. "L-Lo... pez?" Her eyes narrowed, perhaps trying to read my mind. "Whatever... can I have a word with you in my office now?"

Cayla proceeded to hug Valarie then she immediately saw Aubrey who was busy playing with her nails and looking down at her feet the whole time. She took a closer look at her then she gasped and this made Aubrey look up and stared at her. “Is this Princess Aubrey? She asked “Yes, she is,” Gretchen and Valarie said in unison then looked at each other and smiled. “Welcome home Princess Aubrey,” Cayla said, “Thank you,” Aubrey said. “Gretchen can I see you for a few minutes and Valarie I’m sure you know your way around please show the Princess to her chambers,” said Cayla.

It auto-played without my permission, like the universe wanted to hurt me just a little more. Aubrey. She stood in front of a beige backdrop, her outfit perfectly coordinated, every soft curl of her honey-blonde hair arranged like it had been sculpted by a professional. She held Emma’s favorite stuffed bear—the worn bunny Emma took everywhere—as if it were a prop in some heartwarming drama.

"I know, but Damon…" My mother had suddenly appeared at the door, attracted by the brewing noise; her eyes had grown wide as she spotted Damon and Cassandra half-naked. "What is the meaning of this, Damon? Annie, why are you sobbing?" Cassandra seized the opportunity. She pointed at the pizza I mistakenly spilled on the floor. "Look, Mrs. Scarlett! Your ‘precious’ daughter tried to sneak in and attack Damon! She's trying to get obsessed with him! She doesn't want to accept that the Alpha already chose me. Your daughter keeps doing crazy things even when I'm the true Luna. I have been waiting for this poor thing of yours to leave him for me!"

She asked. That bully? Geez, I knew it. He's really a disaster. "He called me. So I went there and sat down," I answered while still trying to get my headphone. "And not just that, we even saw you holding each other's hands!" Aubrey intervened. I can distinguish who Audrey and who Aubrey is because they have differences in appearance. Aubrey has big boobs and beautiful hair like a newly rebonded one. The other is Audrey, flat chested and with curly hair. If I were to compare the two, Audrey is better. I don't know why.

"I can't lose him Alicia, I can't lose him when I only just got him... This is not supposed to be happening." Alicia stroked my messy hair. "We can't control our destiny Aubrey... Let time tell." "But why? Why is this happening? Why do we have to always jump from one battle to another." "I seriously can't answer that question, Aubrey, you just need to calm down." "Miss Aubrey Chandler?" A stern voice called out my name, I looked up at the person to see that he was on uniform. "No, it's Mrs Bresfort." I corrected.

My name is layla. I was born in 920 b.c. I was left by an apple tree in the middle of a grass field, with wild flowers. My adoptive father, Damien found me, and took me home to his wife, Isabell. They had two kids together; Phebe (age 10) and Isaiah (age 5). Isabell had Phebe at the age of 13, and Damien was only 17 years-old at the time. It was normal in 920 b.c to marry, and have kids young. My parents were only married a few months before having Phebe.

And the color of my skin never hides when I blush so it's always hard. "What's your name?" Now he stood right beside me leaning on the basin and looking down at me. Okay, how the hell was he this tall? I looked like a minor in front of him. This was so unfair. And not to forget his deep baritone voice. It was so smooth just like butter. Ew Arabella really? "Arabella" I replied. He hummed before folding his hands and damn I almost swooned. I accidentally glanced at the tattoo on the back of his left shoulder. It had wings and it between were two initials.

She said. I don't know if I should tell her my real name. "My name is Bethany."I managed to say. "Thats a nice name ,unlike mine its manly."She said . "Its a nice name ,I can call you Christy." "I never thought of shortening my name."She said smiling. "So Let's be friends."she added. "Sure."

She answered. Chantelle, I need you to get ready for the party. "Don't tell me you've forgotten that today's is Damien birthday". Rosemary said. "No ma'ma I can't forget" . Chantelle said. We're expecting visitors in a few hours, and there's a lot to do." Chantelle looks up from the floor, her hands covered in soap suds. "What do you need me to do?" she asks. Her aunty continues, "You need to vacuum the living room, mop the kitchen floor, and set the table for dinner. " I believe you can handle that cause you've been doing it for years now". Rosemary said. I think the work will be much for me, please I'll be needing help. Chantelle said. "Will you shut it". Rosemary said. We've been feeding,