Barbara Stiles Novels & Stories

BARBARA’S POV Barbara’s gaze focused on Estelle’s assistant; Chloe watching her intently as she dropped a file on her desk. Whatever was in there seemed important. Chloe’s eyes met hers shortly before she left. Barbara desperately needed to know what was in there. If it was from Estelle, she knew it would be good. She hated to admit to herself that Estelle was way smarter than she could ever be… even smarter than Eric. That was part of the reason why they hated her. She was a walking spotlight and demanded attention wherever she went. You can't possibly tear your gaze away from her.

~Lexia "You look beautiful, by the way," Adrian murmurs, helping me out of the car. Ignoring him, I smooth out my dress, gazing around at the beautiful view. This party is being hosted by Isaiah, the Alpha of Passion, in his Pack. Despite his Pack not being in the best condition, he still holds the most lavish parties every year. "You don't mind, do you?" I ask anxiously, still looking at Isaiah's estate. People were mulling around, finding their way in at their own pace. Guards stood post in nearly every shadow I glanced out, watching us with careful eyes.

Jake mumbled as Danika dragged me inside with her. “No wonder, you guys are close. He is a lot like you. He understands you. Now spill everything because I know that man is not gay and I can say that just by the number of times he looked at your cleavage.” She says as soon as we are out of earshot. I look at her for a second but she was very serious. She looked like she was capable of killing me if I lied to her. I breathe out knowing I have to tell her the story leaving out the spy-CIA-Jason Statham thing.

she paused and then sipped her coffee keenly watching her sister's expression. Barbara was dumbfounded she couldn't refute her words as it was all true. Barbara was someone greedy and placed material things before herself. She ran away with Gary when his career was at its peak but when Gary was on the verge of bankruptcy she wanted a way out. Plus she knew Gary was a stepping stone to her career but now she had nothing.

A well-built, imposing woman stormed in, followed by four burly bodyguards in black. It was none other than Miguel's infamous no-nonsense wife, Barbara Simons. Before I even arrived at this dinner, I'd already had someone send Barbara videos of Miguel and Vanessa checking into a hotel in Bardya. "Miguel Studdard, you bastard!" Not wasting even a second, Barbara kicked Miguel hard in the stomach and sent him sprawling to the floor. Then, she turned and pounced on Vanessa, grabbing her by the hair and slapping her across the face repeatedly.

Ever since they have established the IIC, Denzell has been lazy at home and would only work in the office once Gerard nagged him enough. “I have been doing my work diligently.” He is brazenly telling it to his face, that is when Gerard starts to enumerate his previous actions for the past generations. “You’re really impossible.” He continued complaining to his king, when someone knocked on the door. There reveals Barrett who is wearing a long sleeved-lace dress, she looks younger and with which is longer can now be braided on the side. She’s like a young lady of the house, and this leaves Denzell speechless.

"She is yet to wake up. But according to the marks on her body, she has been under abuse for a long time. Others were still fresh." "It's like she had been whipped for a good number **of** years." The doctor said. "Do your best to make sure that she wakes up as soon as possible," Ashton said. "Yes, Alpha. We will do our best." Ashton waved his hand and walked towards the study room. Theo was following him. "What did you find out from your investigation?" "The girl's name is Maya Brown. She was saved by Mark Syden, the now alpha of wind winders pack." "What did you say her name was?" Ashton asked. He felt like he was hearing things.

It would have taken me hours to figure out the right key, there are so many there, each one unlocking something different in this massive estate. With my preparations for tonight ready, I take one of Atlas' many cars and make a quick stop at Steele Industries. Once I'm there it's easy to get past security and even past Atlas' assistant with no fuss. I've been a regular here for weeks now, people know who I am. I'm Atlas' wife, or at least I will be. "Mrs. Steele," Andi, a clever redhead with too much time on her hands rushes after me. "Mr. Steele didn't come back from lunch. Any idea when he'll be back?"