Hailey Austin Novels & Stories

She said. I don't know if I should tell her my real name. "My name is Bethany."I managed to say. "Thats a nice name ,unlike mine its manly."She said . "Its a nice name ,I can call you Christy." "I never thought of shortening my name."She said smiling. "So Let's be friends."she added. "Sure."

Hailey is indeed diagnosed with anxiety disorder, something that triggers her will make Hailey very panicked and confused. One of them is the case of Kevin. Her only son, whom she always praised and was proud of, was caught in a mistake that made Hailey embarrassed and lost her pride. Hailey bit her lip, then looked at her son with an incredulous look. "What do you mean?" "Brittany is pregnant."

‘Well, I don’t mind if you land in my bed instead,’ she giggles. ‘Hailey, I think you’ve drunk too much. Let’s get you home,’ I say, trying and failing to lift her off my lap. ‘Fine!’ She pouts. ‘But we have to come out again for our birthdays, next weekend,’ she slurs. ‘Your birthdays?’ Ace asks. ‘Yeah. I’m twenty on Friday, and Hailey’s twenty-one on Saturday,’ I explain. I loop my arm through Hailey’s and we leave La Nova tipsy. Ace pulls out his phone to tell his driver we’re ready.

Hailey had deleted all of Kate’s messages on social media, and even orchestrated a meeting with Tyler when Carlos returned to Braeton on one occasion. During social gatherings, she had thrown herself at Carlos repeatedly, but Carlos never looked at her the way he looked at Kate. When Hailey saw Kate at Carlos’ birthday party a few months back, she panicked. She knew if Carlos saw Kate, her hopes of becoming Misses Ronaldo would end. Thus, she made a show for Kate to see, kissing Carlos on the stage, making everyone assume they were together. While Hailey managed to drive Kate away, that backfired on her. Carlos terminated his contract with her father. Their communication had become less ever

Hailey is still talking. “Where are you guys?” Hailey muttered a reply. He hung up. “Quinn what happened to my baby?” He held me and hugged me. Then he said, “He is missing.” “Oh my God.” I gasped, tears pooling in my eyes. I could tell my bones began to shudder in fear. “We are going to Australia to meet Hailey. I need to leave now.”

Hailey Ramsey Kingston. Her professional photos came up first, there was no shortage of them now. The board coverage, the custody hearing headlines, and then last night's dinner. She was wearing black, standing beside him, Maxwell Kingston, who I had done exactly one G****e deep-dive on and come out of feeling vaguely unsettled, and she looked like she had been born to stand in rooms like that. The kind of woman who didn't look like she was trying because she'd stopped needing to try a long time ago.

"I knew you could never change. It didn't even take twenty-four hours for you to show your true colors once again." Hailey clenched her jaw, turning her head to face Axel. "I was only trying to help, goddamn it! Stop acting like a fucking saint." She sneered, eyeing Axel with contempt. But there was a hidden feeling of what seemed like guilt in her eyes, causing Daciana to scrutinize her even more despite the distance. What was Hailey Dax feeling guilty over?

Ryan break this pictu- My eyes get terrifically wide as I see the playboy swimsuit calendar on his table. The girl in the bikini is Kelly Clawford, the model I slept with last week. Is he into girls? Is he straight? I ask myself. My wolf is swimming in jealousy, envying the calendar bikini girl. Ryan, tear this calendar and that dog's picture, break all the computers and tables. Dakota screams in my head. "I have an extra if you like it this much." I knew who said that because my heartbeats instantly fasten hearing his smug voice. I turn my head, glaring at my mate. Does this human even know who I am?

I can see that she really wants to ask me to explain but doesn't want to make me uncomfortable so I tell her everything that happened at the Martinez mansion, what little there is to tell, at least. Quietly, Hailey gathers me into her hands and tucks my head beneath her chin. As tears well up in my eyes, I find myself thinking that something like this would never happen to Hailey. She is 5ft 10 inches tall, with rich creamy skin, and her natural blond hair has gold streaks in it. She is slim and curvy and has the face of a supermodel. Hailey is the sort of woman that makes heads turn and she certainly is not the sort of woman that anyone would call an underdressed, ugly swan.

Then, the door swung open once more, revealing an agitated Ashley. "Hailey, how could you?" Ashley shrieked, dramatically pulling at her rumpled hair. Ashley Lincoln, a social media sweetheart, was famous for her blog and always made a point of flaunting her achievements in Hailey's face. But this time, Ashley appeared as a hot mess—still beautiful even with her mussed blonde hair, but a mess nonetheless.