Bailey Sloan Novels & Stories

I gasped at that thought as soon as I remembered it clearly. Bailey! I pulled my head up right away and found a smiling Bailey standing right across me. She wore a plain white shirt, a pair of skinny jeans, and some sneakers. Her facial expression looked bewildered and her eyes seemingly dilated. She looked as if she was high on drugs and her adrenaline was rushing through her veins. “Good morning Miss Sunshine.” She says evilly with that wicked smile on her face. I looked over to the window and realized that it was still dark outside so it was probably still nighttime.

There's pictures of Rae swinging on an old tire swing with a popsicle grin, her hair brown in the picture. "Ah yes, that is when my Rae still acted like a lady," Bailey tells me over my shoulder. Bailey is dressed in a nice black dress with fake flowers in her hair, a far cry from her yoga clothes the other night. I frown, looking at Rae talking to her sister by the table. "She seems all woman to me," I inform her, eyeing Rae. Bailey's eyes flash with surprise before masking into admiration. "Well aren't you sweet." She swats my shoulder with a rag she had over her shoulder.

Baylor POV Not gonna lie, my ass is dragging today. One thing I know for sure is that I am in no way shape or form or fashion ready for pups of my own. I realize that I wouldn’t be in this alone just as we haven’t left Siobhan to figure things out , but the truth of the matter is at the end of the day the pup or pups would be my responsibility along with Delania. That shit is hard and I will continue to support Siobhan in any way possible, because Marlon is my responsibility too.

“Mister Bailey is a talented healer, but he’s not as good as a true healer. His…temperament doesn’t allow for it.” What the hell was Glover going on about? Did I somehow make my way into a cult? And Troy Bailey was their guru. I tried to imagine the big, bad, murderous Troy Bailey dressed in a white robe with a flower crown decorating his head, as he led his followers to enlightenment. The image I conjured up was so strange and in such sharp contrast to everything I knew about Troy, that I started laughing and couldn’t stop.

“I did it. All of it. The marks. The dreams. The deaths. Everything that broke your pack. I did it.” The barn fell very quiet. Even the men who stood with Valen stopped breathing for a moment. I could hear my own blood in my ears. I wanted to laugh and cry at the same time. “Why?” I asked, but the sound of my voice was small. “Why do this? Why hurt so many people?” Bailey’s face did not move. “Because I could,” she said simply. “Because I wanted to stand close to Valen. Because I wanted you gone. You were in the way. People who stand in my way get gone.”

"You look like you're waiting for your chance to fight back." She had not cried since she left Chicago. She had been very deliberate about that. She was not going to cry now, in a bar at midnight, in front of a man she had known for four days, over the fact that he had just described her with more accuracy than anyone had managed in four years. "My name is Sloane," she said. "Sloane Vega. I'm a witness in a federal case against the man you just turned away from. The same man whose lawyers are apparently the financial engine of the people who have been pressuring you."

The girls wanted to follow in her footsteps. "Yeah because you suck." Bash snorts. "Hey Aile, don't suck Bashy." Lilian argues. Bailey sticks out her tongue at Bash." See, our sister thinks I don't suck." "You should work on your form Aile and maybe stop playing video games with Lucy." Lilian suggested. Bash snorted and laugh while Bailey turned to glare at Lilian. Blake, who was behind her still brushing her hair, chuckles in amusement. Lucy was Liam and Christal's kid that was three months younger than Bailey.

Bailey was the one whom Emily found valuable. Emily could only stand her ground with Bailey around. She immediately stepped forward and pretended to be very sad as she pulled Bailey into her arms. “Mother, don’t be upset. I believe Father will change his mind.” Bailey shook her head with a helpless expression on her face. “There’s no chance of that happening. You must know… I’ve affected the Sullivan family’s business greatly. One-third of our factories have been sold. It’s the equivalent of losing an arm!” “Mother, I’ll help you… for sure.” Emily clung to Bailey tightly, trying to make her feel confident.

Alpha Ryan Damison I look at him with a look, 'Two can play this game'. I push Ethan with my hips playfully, he stumbles to his right. Ethan again pushes me with much more force than before and I stumble to my left. We probably look like two drunk friends with arm in arm, trying to walk. I look at Ethan, give him my signature smile, and push him with a little strength. This time his arm delinks from mine as he stumbles and falls into the swimming pool with a loud splash.

Low self esteem, a condition Lachlan has put me in for years and I didn't know just how to figure it out. “I know how hard it is to move on past what has already happened and above all, I can tell now that you're having your best time yet…at least, you're no longer married to him” Bailey just has a way of making you feel rest assured and relaxed no matter how knotty the issue might be. I guess she should have been a psychologist if she wasn't a nurse. She's good with both, with ways. “I honestly don't know how well to thank you Bailey…thank you for everything”