It Ends With Us Alyssa Novels & Stories

"Okay. I have to go, Seb. I'll see you guys later. And tell Zaire I said hi." "I will." “Bye. Love you.” “Love you too.” I ended the call. "Maggie said hi." I told Zaire as I walked to the couch and flopped down. "Hi too, I guess." He stayed leaning in the doorway, looking at me with that unreadable expression he did when he was thinking too much. “So who’s Tyler?” He asked after a brief silence. “My sister’s boyfriend.” He nodded slowly. “And we going to watch him play?”

Monica answered. "Elizabeth?! Shit!" Ashely quickly picked up her phone. Dialling Alex's number, she ran out of them room. "Please, stay safe. Please" She prayed silently as she ran. Sorry for the late upload guys. My phone had issues but it has been resolved so I'll be uploading every weekend. Love y'all.

Damn Willow, breanna and Alexa stood in the doorway , their eyes wide , jaw dropping. All things considered, Alyssa supposed she could have told them rather than them finding out like this, They were her family and best friends. what she couldn't deal with and most certainly didn't want to face was the man standing behind them. 'Dear God, please, please, please let me be hallucinating' Grant met her gaze, glanced at Lucas then back to her again "Hello Alyssa"

Hmm, rude. “I’m Aly and you’re?” I said with a forced smile. “What kind of name is Aly.” She frowned. “It’s the short form of Alyssa.” I explain. “That’s okay, from now on, I’m going to call you nanny Lyssa and I’m Chelsea, nice meeting you.” She brought her tiny hands out for a handshake and I stared at Chris who winked, but I shook her hand.

Alyssa laughed in ridicule, oblivious to the current situation, plugged in her keys, and started the car. Her right hand was on the steering wheel while her left held the phone close to her ears. She was very happy with the result she accomplished today and couldn't wait to celebrate it with her mother. “JUST SHUT THE FUCKING SHIT UP AND COME HOME NOW!” Belinda yelled, resulting in Alyssa cringing from the yell. “This is really serious." Seriously, what is the name of the other pregnant woman? Alice Ligne—I don't fucking care about her name. It is really important. ”

Ana was in the best position to know how Devin Crighton could bulldozer someone’s life with no respect to feelings or any regard to propriety. Concentrating on the chore at hand, she applied the corresponding filters of sex and age, and the search eventually drilled down to five Huntingtons and three Alyssas. Since it was more probable that her sister would have changed her last name, they opted to hunt down the Alyssa first, even if wasn’t the most resourceful idea, they had to start somewhere. The problem was that each Alyssa resided in three different states.

"Who's asking?" "Who is it?" Chris mouthed. "What's happening?" I put my phone on speaker and held it out between both of us just as the woman at the other end of the phone spoke again, "I'm Kendra Mayfair. Sound familiar to you?" Chris and I shared confused looks again, "Not really, no." "Okay." She clicked her tongue. "How about Kendra Davis?" Realization flooded my features as it clicked, "You're Kyle's mom."

she said, finally stopping to stand near Ryder's seat. Ryder went silent, and I looked at Allyssa, trying to make sense of what she was saying. “Signs of what?” I asked, desperate to understand what was going on. “Bethany, you're a wolf,” Allyssa said, her voice soft and gentle. It felt like a ton of bricks had landed on my head. My ears were ringing. “What?” I said, whispering. “You are a she-wolf,” she said again, her words sinking in slowly.

"You look like you saw a ghost." Alyssa gave a nervous laugh, avoiding my gaze. "I... I'm fine. Just running late." "Where are you off to?" I asked, chuckling and handing her an EpiPen that'd slipped from her bag. "It's Saturday." "There's a shoot today," Alyssa said with a smile, the corners of her eyes crinkling. "It's a big campaign, you know those kinds with ambassadors and all that. Anyways, I need to go now. Bye!"

Alyssa throws the napkin back at me and I let it hit me. "Are we good?" I ask. I watch my raven haired friend as her face softens. "We never weren't, Kell Bell. Even Jay-Z and Beyonce have rough patches." Though I didn't get the information I was hoping to get out of this meeting, it was nice to know that I still have a friend in Alyssa. Whether she is being honest or not, which my conscience is telling me she is, the truth has a way of coming out. It always does.