Baylee Morrison Novels & Stories

Beautiful was an expectation for her, her gentle blonde hair was scattered amid her collarbone, her face was sharp, like the talents of a model, everyone watched with interest as she placed her hands between Dexter's fingers. She spoke, angelic as normal, "I am Miranda, I am Haylee's younger sister, I am an upcoming model, and I and Dexter are working out our relationship."

Caden – POV The sun is unrelenting over the training field, and the scent of sweat and churned dirt clings to the air like heat lightning. I should be focusing—warming up, stretching out—but all I can do is watch her. Baylee. She’s across the mat, pulling her hair into a ponytail like she’s not the hottest damn thing I’ve ever seen. Tight black shorts, sports bra, sun kissing her skin—and paired with Kellan. Fucking Kellan.

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.

“You guys should really learn some manners. If you're gonna gossip about someone,atbleast do it behind their back.” They huff in annoyance but stomp away anyways. “I'm sorry about. My name is Hayley,I'm the head girl of crescent high.” She extends her hand and I stare at it dumbly “This is the part where you take my hand and shake it.” “Oh.” I respond,flushing red but shaking her hand this time “Bailey Sawyer?” “Uhm yes. That's me.” “Welcome to Crescent High. I'm going to be your escort for the day. I'm supposed to show you around and take you to the principal's office. Also,you can ask me any question and I'll answer if I can.”

nahihiyang sabi niya na may pilit na ngiti ng makitang lahat kami ay nakatingin sa kaniya. Napaubo si Rayniel kaya sabay-sabay kaming napaiwas ng tingin. "AB Journ?" pagbasag ni Jashley sa katahimikan. Tumango naman ang babae at nagpakilala. "Hi, I'm Kelley De Guzman! It's nice to meet you all I hope we can be friends." pagpapakilala niya. "Of course!'' pagsigaw ni Rayniel kaya natawa kaming lahat.

Melissa what are you doing in there, I heard the princess Luciana calling out to me and I immediately swam out of the room. "Am sorry my princess I'm just arranging the room" I said to her and she rolled her eyes sitting down and ordering me to fix her hair. My name is Melissa and I'm a blued tail mermaid slave. I work in the palace as the princess Luciana's maid. I was taken in as a palace slave when my mother committed a crime. She fell in love with a human and got pregnant for the human an act which is a crime in Atlantica.

Just then, a girl, much taller than me appeared next to her, she had short hair, styled in a short side comb, and she was wearing a black tank top and jeans that rode around her hips, honestly, she was dressed like a guy and she looked hot too. "She's the one that you wanted to sit with?" she asked in a grumpy tone. "Yes babe," she grabbed her hand and pulled her down into the chair. "This is Carl." "Carl?" I blurted out, unable to hold back my shock. "Carly really but she likes to be called Carl." Celeste commented. "You got a problem with that?" she asked with the same grumpy tone as before. "No I was just surprised," I extended an arm, "nice to meet you." I smiled.

"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.

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.

“Well, shit. Apparently, I ended up babysitting the same guy that you wanted me to babysit.” Layla’s jaw dropped hearing about this. “What a coincidence. The world works in weird ways, huh?” Rain chuckled at Layla’s words. Then, a thought just came to his mind. Rain leaned closer to Layla and gestured her to lean closer as well. “That kid, he just got back from Blackwood Mountain, right?” “Uh huh.” Layla nodded. “What about the girl? I know from Jack that she’s in a coma. You said she just woke up. That means he got back just in time to see her.”