Josie Saltzman Novels & Stories

“You had wolfsbane, didn’t you?” My head snapped towards him. Isaac averted his gaze from the woman. The woman frowned before her eyes cut to my form. “Ah, Luna Kathryn. I am Felice. I apologize for my manners, but this one,” he pointed at my mate, “has been giving me troubles ever since he turned 21.” “Felice,” Isaac protested with a grunt.

One was an angel, and the other was the evil twin. She just finished dancing. Her denim ripped short pulled up, showing the viewers of her long shaped legs and a piece of gorgeous round arse. She sat back in front of the screen, making her warm and seductive eyes shone on the camera. I was one hundred percent it was Westley. Her hair right now was a wig. It didn’t look lively on the screen. She was using contact lenses, and this time, it was gray. Sindy Kate was typing an answer to her viewers.

“Is this event about me and my ‘failed marriage’? Or are we eventually going to hear your Boss, Salzman’s speech about trauma and internalized shame—which, judging by this table, half of you should be taking notes on?” Dead silence. Victoria’s jaw dropped open. Yvonne looked like someone had slapped her with a holy book. Mary? Speechless. For once. “Good,” I added, sipping my water. “Let’s focus.” Then suddenly, the mic crackled. “All right, ladies and gentlemen,” Salzman’s voice echoed through the hall, smooth and commanding. “Let’s take a moment to welcome the man behind these powerful pieces—the vision, the rawness, the depth. The man behind the entire art segment… Liam Newton.”

“That woman’s fire isn’t something you can control. She would have been controlled by others, but you heard the stories, you heard what she is capable of doing. If you keep provoking her, she’ll burn through everything you’ve built. And when Liam comes, because you and I both know he will, she’ll be the one who brings the war straight to your door. And you are going to allow it because you’re drawing the path for that to happen.” I raised an eyebrow, savoring her words as if they were a fine wine. “So dramatic. For my sister, my mother’s daughter, you really do forget who you are speaking to or even dealing with. Liam is the least of my concerns, and the last thing that I am going to do is f

“Figures. She’s just like you.” I blinked, startled by the comment. “What’s that supposed to mean?” His lips twitched, not quite a smirk, but something close. “Stubborn.” A soft laugh escaped me before I could stop it. “She’s barely a week old.” Damon shrugged, his gaze settling on Isla, watching as her tiny fingers curled and uncurled. “Still. She seems to be the kind that would give me a fuss in the future. If this is how she is at one week old.”

It holds the names of the women whos lives I'm going to destroy and Alpha or not I'm fucking terrified. I pick it up and twirl it around in my hand. How can a single sheet of paper feel so heavy? How can a single piece of paper hold such little information and yet hold the power to destroy lives, five of them to be exact. I take a deep breath as my heart pounds inside my chest before finally opening it up and taking in the names as I feel sweat coat my brow. Ava Sinclaire Opal Thomas Holly Smith Jenny Harlow Victoria Jackson

My name is Asher Smith CEO of Ash group of companies the number one top manufacturing company in New York and all over the country you can call me a mega Billionaire and that is why I don't want to be tied down with b**ches who only comes to me because of my money and how I handle them in bed. The b**ch my step mother brought is not exclusive and will I say she is the worst. I wonder where my stepmother got heard from, who even made her think she can boss over my workers with her so-called title of a fiancee and always wearing skimpy dresses exposing an unattractive boobs thinking I will fall for that, she's not even my type. I picked up my car keys and left the office to the beach the beach

Right now, she needed to focus on her and Ray. She wanted to look nice for Ray, so she went into her closet and picked out one of her favorite dresses. It was a backless halter dress in the color emerald green that came to just below her knees. She picked out a pair of black strapless sandals. She didn’t need any fancy footwear. The ceremony would be held at the pack field and she wouldn’t actually need shoes. She wouldn’t need clothes either, but she had no intention of showing up in front of Ray’s pack naked. She’d keep her clothes on in public until absolutely necessary, thank you very much.

In spite of everything that happened, I went to college the next day as if nothing had happened. Only without some of my hair. I even dyed some parts of my hair yellow. My group of friends is in the classroom, Jeison was looking at me a lot, apparently he suspected that I was the girl in the pictures, but he couldn't tell me anything, he was just waiting to confirm the information. At that moment, the whole university had Jared's information. In no time he was a porn star. The professor at the time who was a chemistry professor stopped writing to make some recommendations.

“Okay, but how do you know he was cranky because of all the air?” “Did I mention that I raised my sister from when I was ten and also babysit as teenagers,” Jayce smirked at his own words? “No, you haven’t,” I sighed. “Thank God you were here. I was so worried. I guess I should resign,” “Rachel, bad thighs happened to everyone, and I know you handled it all even without me.” “I don’t know.....” “I have seen how much you love and care about Liam, and if you want to resign I won’t stop you, but is this what you really want,” Jayce said, holding me in comforting arms. “Liam is fine, so don’t worry.”