Bailey Sloan Novels & Stories

My stomach drops in a very specific way. I should leave. Immediately. Because I’m witnessing something private and Briar would absolutely murder me. But my feet forget how to move. The male, Bailey, my brain supplies, remembering the name Melody mentioned in passing when she teased Briar’s “different” energy, leans a fraction closer. Not crowding. Just… present. “You coming to the moon run tonight?” he asks. Briar’s chin lifts defensively. “I’m assigned.” “Good,” Bailey says simply. “I’ll be near the north fence line.”

“don’t do that either way. They are both your parents, and they both are flawed as well. Just stay in the middle lane, and be you. That is all you need to do.” “Bailey, how did you get so smart?” Ana asked. “I moved away,” Bailey said as she hung up the phone. She didn’t want anything to do with anyone else for the next few days. She knew how this was going to be. She had enough on her own to deal with. The bathroom wasn’t going to finish stocking itself.

“Of course, Phantom. Whatever you say, Your Majesty. Lola will be in with documents you need to sign soon.” I wanted to believe her, but I know Bailey. I’ve known her since we were kids. She has a knack for believing whatever she wants is what she should get. And that hasn’t changed. The only thing that’s saved her from facing the consequences of her recent actions is the fact that she’s my mother’s personal assistant and advisor. My mother looks at her like a daughter, and any move to remove her — to toss her into another state as a werecoyote ambassador — would break my mother’s heart. That’s the only thing still keeping Bailey around.

Then he continued on. “When I asked Bailey if she knew about it she said yes. Then I asked her why she didn’t stop or or why she didn’t tell me and she acted like it was no big deal. She said that her daughter deserved the best, better than some little motherless wolf that wasn’t worth anything. I got so angry then because I didn’t even need the confirmation of the abuse but I asked anyway. They did not deny it one bit. Said that Oakley was born to be their slave and that she deserved everything they ever did to her. I was so angry I was seeing red. I could barely control Zane, he wanted to come out and tear their throats out but I knew that wasn’t going a good idea. it was then that Bailey

She leans in for a kiss, then whispers against my lips, “We’re smooth sailing at present, but don’t bet the royal jewels on it staying that way.” “Yeah, I know. She actually will be two soon. Then a teenager. Then—” “Not an only child.” Bailey stares at me as I try to make sense of that wayward comment. Then my gaze snaps to the drink in her hand—sparkling water. Not champagne. I glance back at her. She smiles, her eyes glistening. “Sooner rather than later.” “When did you find out?” I ask, with barely a breath in my body. “This afternoon. I was feeling a little funny… in a familiar way. So I had Dr. Shaw test me.”

Something else. A glimmer of satisfaction? A glimmer of perilous satisfaction? I couldn't tell but it felt strangely freeing. The door creaked open as I was thinking about the enormous task of finding my shirt and my shattered dignity. I gasped. With a tentative almost bashful smile on his lips, Sloan stood with a tray full of what appeared to be an entire feast. His chest was still bare and he was wearing dark low-slung sweatpants. His skin had a slight sheen of sweat as though he had just finished working out. His damp hair fell across his forehead in a way that gave him a disheveled endearing rogue appearance rather than the intimidating CEO.

I said. "How long has he had you."He asked me. "Five years."I said nonchalantly. ack you did a good job bringing her here she would be of good help to us."He said with a grin . "So what's the deal."I said looking at him. "You know for years have been trying so hard to bring Brooks down and I think with your help its finally coming to pass." "I don't get it." "let me introduce myself properly, my name is Salvador the leader of this mafia group and the Brooks are the overall leaders ,am tired of being the second I want to be the first."He said.

I said, looking down at my feet. “As for a reward, the trophy is something that we would want her to keep as a memorial. However, the student council has discussed and agreed, if Mrs. Katerina is interested, to give her a full paid scholarship to get her master’s degree” Principle William said, looking around the students. Almost everyone gasped before clapping, and the smile on my face couldn’t have become any bigger as I looked at the principle, processing his words.

The power kicks back on twenty minutes later as I crouch in my studio, stretching a length of canvas over a frame. Shortly thereafter, I hear the crunch of tires bouncing over the cracked cement in the driveway. I edge away from the table where I’d been mixing paint and stand beside the window, just out of the glare of the sun. Bailey steps out of her car dressed in pale pink scrubs that bring out the deep cinnamon of her skin. She pushes her dark curls behind her ears as she squints up at the house, a soft smile touching her lips as she exhales deeply and smiles. She’s innocent and oblivious.

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