Castle #halsey Novels & Stories

A voice came from behind the two. Gael and Leonard turned around in unison and they were both shocked at the sight of Ashton. Ashton was walking over with a woman and the two were holding hands. The woman had fair skin, she was slender with a narrow waist and her legs were long. She looked beautiful as her long hair danced lazily in the wind. Ashton was as dashing as always but his face was a little pale. Gael's mouth was wide open after seeing his grandson. Leonard on the other hand had his eyes fixed on Maya as his eyes flashed with a mysterious light. No one could tell what he was thinking about or what was so interesting about Maya.

Grandkids mainly but she says it's for me and Casey to. "Casey Kendal" "Yes?" "I love you" "I love you too, Maximus" ♾️

Love Always, Haley’

I feel I might do something weird whenever I'm around her. “So I'm not beautiful too? Is that why you haven't noticed me?” Halsey yelped. “Yeah, I mean nope, I'm trying my best to notice you.” “Shut up Jaden, you're the worst guy I've ever met.” She yelled and walked out on him. “Halsey, please?” After thinking so hard, Jaden knew he couldn't escape it and dawled to Cassie's office. After a knock, he heard her sweet voice beckoning him to come in.

What happened in these missing years? “You seem to be in a fix.” Halsey is startled and turns to find a pretty woman with long, black hair and an arrogant look. She recognizes the woman from a TV show. “You’re Jamie Snyder,” Halsey guesses. “The leading lady of the Mistress Diaries!” “I am,” Jamie says as she washes her hands. “And you’re that fainting girl from Calypso.” “Oh, you saw that.” Halsey is very embarrassed to think that a famous person like Ms. Snyder saw her faint like that!

Her expression shifted in an instant…her jaw dropped, and she let out a sharp gasp. "Is this...?" Her voice trailed off before she leaned in, almost as if whispering to herself. "No way. This is Richard Garrison. The Richard Garrison?" Yes…every common girl or ladies will want to be in position to bring down almighty Richard Garrison down because it will be an honor. I smiled thinly, nodding. "The one and only. And guess what? He’s our target." Alisha’s eyebrows shot up as she sat back, staring at me with disbelief. "Richard Garrison? The billionaire entrepreneur, media darling, and everybody’s golden boy? You want me to go after him?"

Chris invited a hairstylist and a make-up artist to help me doll up. My hair was curled and my make-up had rose gold accents to work well with my dress. I put the dress on, pairing it with white heels and a white clutch purse. After one last glance at myself in the mirror, I headed towards the stairs. My glasses were off, which wasn't the best idea I could've thought of but he shouldn't be there. And even if he will, Chris wouldn't give me away. I knew it. I walked down the stairs to see Chris talking on the phone in the kitchen. He wore a black tux with a white dress shirt under the jacket accompanied by a black bowtie.

Wendy, this time I’ll let you have a taste of what it feels like to have your beloved thing stolen away from you. In the afternoon, Wendy was drowsy, and her phone kept ringing. She didn’t even have the strength to answer the phone. She glanced at it and immediately woke up. Halsey? Why was he calling me? Wendy propped herself up, endured the discomfort, and answered the phone, “Hello?” When Halsey heard her weak and sobbing voice, he felt a sharp pain in his heart, “Wendy, are you OK?” Wendy nodded in confusion and didn’t want to say another word, “Yes.”

Good thing I was already two steps ahead. If Alex couldn't reach me, he'd call the cops. I'd also stashed backup phones in the bedroom in case she snatched the main one. Yeah, I could've escaped. But to actually nail her, the report had to hit within 24 hours. So I stayed. Played the long game. Let her dig her own grave. The door creaked. Lillian strolled in, slow and smug. Finally dropped the fake halo and showed up like the villain she really was.

Her face was pressed against his chest, hiding her expression because she was somewhat shy to ask his forgiveness before. She did not know why she felt cringed to have a flirtatious conversation with her own husband, so she kept pressing her face on his chest even harder. With her action, his body was slowly pushed to lie down on the bed again with her on top of him. They lay there silently, just enjoying their intimate moments while cuddling with no intention of checking how much time passed. *** Karl Jackson stared at the newspaper without his eyes blinking. The headline was written as 'Ashton Grey having a private wedding on Valentine's Day at his magnificent sea view villa located on a h