Irey West Novels & Stories

They ate in easy silence at first, but soon, she started asking him questions. Simple things. "What's your favorite movie?" He shrugged. "Don't have one." She gasped dramatically hands on her heart . "Blasphemy." He smirked. "What's yours?" "Easy. Baby ." He groaned. "Figures." She stuck out her tongue. " What's your favorite color?" Kane hesitated. "Black." She snorted. "That's not a color." His gaze darkened. "It is to me." Mona giggled, shaking her head. "Fine. Black it is."

LIAM As soon as I left Felix, my irritation still pulsing beneath the surface, I gave him a clear directive: "Dig into this 'Queen of the West.' I want to know everything by morning." This day kept getting better and better, with more mysterious women throwing themselves in my path. This Queen of the West woman, whoever she was, sounded more like a joke and a waste of time, and I had a feeling the stunt she pulled back in the game room wouldn't be her last.

I entered inside the small office to see a lady sitting at the front desk named Sherry. "May I help you?' She aked politely. "Um yes, I m here to answer the ad for the housekeeping position?" I said trying to sound confident. "Ah yes, let me get Mr. Baxter in here." After she called him, Mr. Baxter came out he was a big man, wit ha big belly and a smoker's breath. He looked tired, his eyes red and watery, his hair and mustache all greasy like. He reeked of sweat and cigarette and I couldn't stand the smell of him. However, I was here to get hired for a job that I desperately needed, so I ignored it and followed him into his office which was also smelled like a disgusting barn. "You are here

Emily Warner I leave the room, completely dressed, after my long phone call with Mary where she explained what Socrates, Odyssey and Olympus is. And also, of course a few thoughts on Lucas. As I exited my room, trying to pull my black dress down as it kept riding up my thick thighs, annoying the hell out of me. This is why I don’t like wearing bodycon dresses, they are so uncomfortable but it does look pretty when I suck my tummy in so… “Hey- why are you wearing your shoes?” I ask him as I look at him standing near the door with keys in his hands.

I nervously giggled. As we watch, the hours go by and wolves are seen guarding the perimeter. I look at one screen and notice those bright silver eyes, the same silver eyes that I had caught watching me shower from in my backyard. Those eyes belong to a bigger wolf than the others. A big, black wolf with silver eyes. “Jade, who is that?” I asked. “Well I guess you wouldn’t know yet, but that’s Alpha Wyatt” Jade replied. “That’s why he’s bigger than the others” I played it off.

Stephan asks. "I don't know what you're talking about." "Okay," he winks before continuing to walk. Damn Ryans, so charming. Why are they so beautiful? After meeting Robert, I realize that Nathan was the only one who inherited his father's incredible blue eyes. Stephan and Ellie looked more like Mrs. Ryan, especially in their facial features. Physically, they were all perfect, tall, and muscular. But Nathan was still the best. And as for Mia, I understand why he dated her once, she was simply beautiful, with her long, blonde, and perfect hair. They made a perfect couple.

After Summer had walked away, the colleague who had pulled her aside at the elevator stared at her incorrigibly, “It looks like you’re allowed to get away with things, standing in front of Mr. West and even putting your hand over Mrs. West’s mouth. How admirable of you. You know each other, don’t you? Mrs. West mentioned something about ‘your own territory’... Are you…” Tiffany quickly denied, “It’s not that… Isn’t Mr. West good friends with Mark Tremont? You’ve heard of Mr. Tremont, haven’t you? Mr. Tremont’s wife is my best friend. Over time, I got acquainted with Mr. West’s mother. That’s all.”

He took on all cases involving gangs and prostitutes and was good at spinning a lie to get people off the charges. “Which ADA got the case?” “It’s looking like it’s going to fall with Evelyn Ward.”

Third Person POV "Mr. Knight, your flight will be boarding soon sir, can I offer you another glass of wine, while you wait?" Caleb looks up at the flight attendant, smiling at her as she holds the bottle of Bordeaux. "Please, call me Caleb," he answers, giving her a wink. He knew she was easily his oldest son's age, but that has never stopped him from messing with a pretty face and curvy body.

IRIS pov Waking up the next morning with a smile on my face, i take a shower and put on a big white T-shirt with a pair of black leather trousers and black heeled boots. I apply my usual makeup and style my hair, putting on a Spritz of perfume before grabbing my backpack and rushing downstairs. Seeing Bryson in the kitchen, with a cup of coffee in his hand and a plate of waffles beside him. I greet him a good morning with a huge smile, feeling completely energetic today.