Bailey Bass Ethnicity Novels & Stories

I've been marked by the Morettis, and no matter how much I browse through hot guys' photos, I don't find any one of them attractive. "Take a seat." He takes off his suit jacket and throws it on the couch in the office, to which Lilly picks it up and drapes it carefully over the back of a chair. It's like a dance the way the two of them move, and I find it utterly fascinating. "Who is Bailey Micheals to you?" Charles asks me as soon as I sit down, his blue eyes piercing. "Bailey?" I frown, wondering where this is going. "She's the daughter of Evan Micheals, right?" Charles goes on. "A very powerful family."

“You left out, Dakota.” Her mother spat out. “No, I didn’t,” Bailey said as she looked at the woman she had thought of as a second mother most of her life. She was now her step-mother and the mother of the man she was involved with. This was really starting to hurt her brain, and her stomach was still upset from the thought that all weekend she had been having sex with her brother. She knew that he wasn’t her brother but her step-brother. To her, it was nearly the same. “Dakota is the only one who deserves better than the lot of you.”

She flinched back from his anger, his outrage a palpable thing. "No." She answered quietly. "No, I wouldn't want to be trapped in a bond." She took a breath, meeting his flashing eyes. "But Titania is not my name. Bailey is my name. Bailey Fee. It is who I am at my core. I am the grand-daughter of Jonas Fee, Halfling Inherent until his untimely demise."

GABE A knock on the door had me pulling from my thoughts and it was welcoming. I needed a distraction. Thinking about the past always grated at my nerves building up the anger that always simmered on the surface. “Doors open” I called out, not bothering to move from my horizontal position. “Alpha, Jamerson said you wanted to see me?” The sweet voice carried through the stark and drab apartment. The owner of the voice, Bailey, walked around the other side of the couch and now stood before me in a short black skirt and dark grey tank top. Her feet were clad with heels at least 4 inches high, giving the petite raven-haired beauty some height.

It was as if sticking close to them comforted her. She suddenly felt two cold gazes on her. Her arms ached when she felt like someone was about to break them. Lucas pushed his glasses up and stared at Bailey. "U-Uncle Ian," Bailey called out to Ian. Ethan immediately recognized her. No wonder he'd thought that she looked familiar. It turned out that she was the Moore family's heiress. When Ian had shown them a picture of Bailey back then, they'd thought her eyes resembled Ian's. Now that they were seeing her in person, the two really did look alike.

give my all to him. I know how vicious Miles can be. I think everyone in our pack knows that. He is known to be a bully… a bit of a dick when he wants to be. And over the years, Bailey had always been the butt of his jokes. We assumed it was because she was a bit of a geek, with her head forever in her books, but now a lot it seems a lot of it was resentment that she was his fated mate. Because, from what my brother had told me, he never saw her as good enough for him.

“But.. he doesn't even believe this child is his..he says I cheated on him with..with..” “Bailey, i have heard the story of your history with Ethan,” i paused and Bailey gaze fell to the floor probably from embarrassment, I knew she wouldn't cheat on William and i would not let William use his stubbornness to ruin his chance of having a real family. “I trust you and I know he does too. Deep down, he knows this child is his. He is just scared of opening his heart up.” She wiped her cheeks and looked up at me. “I'll do it. I'll give it a try mainly because I don't wish for my child to have the same childhood that William and I had.”

Bryne says. "Yeah, I mean you're different, I don't mean to be racist or whatever, you're American and we're–" "Look I really don't care about any of that. I need someone that's caring, feisty, natural, strong, smart and independent and if I find all of that in Bailey, then I don't care where she's from, besides, I love black people, they're smart and I think I'd love to have black in-laws too" Woah! Oh my God! I hope I'm not crying. I look up and dab under my eyes. That's the most touching speech I've ever heard from Bryne.

’ A moment later, Yasmin Bailey… that is, my adoptive mother, cooled her reddened eyes with an ice pack her adoptive father brought and faced me. “Whew, it seems the time has come to tell you. Listen without being surprised.” After a pause, what she told me was as follows: “You’re the son of an employee who worked for our Bailey family.” Adoptive mother Yasmin Bailey carefully unfolded the story, choosing words that would be easy for a young child to understand. To summarize what she said next… Yasmin Bailey is a member of ‘BK Group’, a leading domestic conglomerate. (She seems to have quite a high position, being the second of the CEO’s 2 sons and 2 daughters.)

“You’re more than a topic now.” Her stomach tightened. That sounded ominous. “What does that mean?” Before he could answer, one of the elders stepped forward. She was older than the others. Her hair was white, her posture slightly bent with age — but her eyes were sharp with knowledge. Ancient knowledge. “Child,” the elder said gently. “Do you know your bloodline?” Bailey blinked. “My father was Beta. My mother died young. That’s all.” The elder shook her head slowly. “That is not all.”