Isaiah Russell-bailey Mom Novels & Stories

He finally turned around and got into his vehicle just as my mom was pulling into the drive. He gave me a little wave. I wiggled my fingers bashfully as he circled the car around and went back up the road turning down his driveway. I turned walking slowly over to Shay as she stepped outta the car puffing tiredly. "Who was that cute little dish?" My mom smiled sheepishly at me while gathering her laptop and shoulder bag from the car. "That was one of our new neighbors....Bailey is his name." I smiled, biting my lip. My cheeks turning pink.

“Not if she wants the money for her family.” Bailey froze the second the words left her mouth and she turned pale. “No, it’s not– I didn’t–“ she paused and sighed. “Fuck it, I did it and so what? It’s not like you have proof.” I didn’t say anything. I just stared at her. She smirked, thinking she had the upper hand. “Besides, your precious daughter wasn’t hurt, just taken away for a few hours. What are you fussing about? Isn’t she fine now?”

“Of course, Phantom. Whatever you say, Your Majesty. Lola will be in with documents you need to sign soon.” I wanted to believe her, but I know Bailey. I’ve known her since we were kids. She has a knack for believing whatever she wants is what she should get. And that hasn’t changed. The only thing that’s saved her from facing the consequences of her recent actions is the fact that she’s my mother’s personal assistant and advisor. My mother looks at her like a daughter, and any move to remove her — to toss her into another state as a werecoyote ambassador — would break my mother’s heart. That’s the only thing still keeping Bailey around.

My eyes met his, and he was looking at me full of concern. I could see no judgment in his gaze. ‘I mean it, Asher. Me and Mum would never look at you any differently for choosing to move on. You have stayed so loyal to Isla’s memory, but you do not have to be alone forever. I saw the connection between you and Bailey from the start. I think Mum did too. She is one hell of a girl. I think Isla would like her. Don’t let this go, because you are worried about what others are thinking, or because you feel guilty. It is time to think of you, ok? Isla would want you to be happy.’

ALEXANDER “Thank you, Ms. Fuller. I appreciate you meeting with me.” I said, taking the seat across from her. “We’ve been seeing you with Bailee Johnson and her daughter Brinley Johnson. Rumors have it that you’re Brinley’s biological father. Is that true?” “It’s Bailee Evans, and no. Caleb Johnson is Brinley’s father. Bailee is fiercely loyal to those she loves, and I have no doubt that she was completely faithful to her ex-husband. She and I weren’t even in contact during her marriage.”

The moment they stepped into the house, the air tightened—thick, electric, ready to shatter. Julia barely set her coat down before her mother’s voice cut through the silence like a knife. “You embarrassed me at the cemetery.” Julia spun, eyes blazing. “Embarrassed you? For defending someone who’s been nothing but good to me?” Mrs. Bailey’s lips curled, cold and sharp. “Good? He’s a Hughes. That is all he’ll ever be.”

Bailey said with so much anger. "This nose was a gift from daddy!" "Oops, go get a new one. And if you say I was the one who hit you, there's hidden cameras in this place. If you pushed my buttons again, I'll leak the video of you throwing a tantrum and wishing the worst on people." She smirked. Juliette stormed off. "Bravo. That was amazing. Mrs Anderson." I comment. She just chuckled. "Call me Bailey. You don't work for us anymore. How's everything?"

Bailey let out an irritated breath for the fifth time tonight. She hated those stupid lashes Mira was currently placing on her eyes but dared to not whine about it. If she did she feared the look of promising death Mira would shoot her. "I can't believe Kristina bailed on us tonight," Mirabella grumble in displeasure. Bailey lifted one shoulder into a shrug. "Her parents have been having issues recently, it's understandable that they want to try to bond more these days."

Keturah squeals throwing herself into her mother's warm outstretched arm and act which triggered an ounce of jealousy in Isabella. She rolls her eyes maintaining a cold face , this is one of the major reasons she detests coming home . “ Do take a seat baby ” Mrs Blair says with a real smile which reaches her eyes not the fake she had dished out to her stepdaughter . “ Can we get to the main reason why we are here ? ” Isabella states coldly just then her father joins the trio with his hands tuck in his pocket . “ Hi ladies ! ” Mr Blair greets pecking his wife , Isabella and Keturah who snuggled warmly into her father's cuddle .

"We've been digging into Bailey's roots. We first traced her father's line since it was easy, given we had his last name and date of birth. Nothing jumped out at us. He's a born and bred American, from a long line of humans. Where it got tricky was when it came to tracing the mother." Over the last few days, as Bailey settled into pack living, Gavin and Wyatt had unobtrusively gleaned information from her on her family. What little she knew, that was. Having wanted to keep her good humor intact, and her fear at bay, they'd decided against outright questioning. It had taken longer, but Gavin considered it well worth it given the smiles she greeted them with every day-and the passion she share