Kelley Fliehler Novels & Stories

Emily “Do you, Emily Mitchell, take Tyler Slate as your lawfully wedded husband and mate? Do you promise to cherish him, honor him, and help him thrive as the beta of our pack, so help our goddess?” our lead elder spoke, making my eyes water as he continued to resight. Tyler’s eyes sparkled, a stray tear falling down his cheek and smile from ear to ear. “I do!” I say, making him choke up a bit. He sighed, trying to contain his tears. I can't say the same about myself; happy tears fell like waterfalls.

Emily Warner, the crazy and happy go lucky side-chick in all of the stories. She is happy that all of her friends met the man of their dreams but she hasn’t. She has never met a man who even remotely loved her. As a kid, she always hoped for a crazy life story like beauty and the beast or toy story or finding nemo. But she worked at a nine to five job, at the age of twenty nine, she was single, while all of her friends were either getting married or pregnant. And there she was sitting in front of the television, eating chips out of her hair.

] [Let me summarize: side piece assaults family, trash wife protects side piece, epic family annihilation—chef's kiss! [Modern independent woman? More like a hollow trophy who abandoned her own family. Can't even protect her father!] [Look who showed up—the Keltner heiress. This just got nasty for Ashley.] [For those unaware: Chelsey Keltner, sole heir to the Gibelli Keltners, nicknamed the 'Legal Executioner'—undefeated. Ashley, you might want to start picking out your burial plot.] "Small-time fling? I love Ashley! Ashley, tell them!" Brian raged, clutching her arm and shouting hysterically.

she stuttered “ then I don’t see the issue of you coming back with me?” I questioned “ I just I’m not going back there” she mumbled walking out of the kitchen “ there has to be something she isn’t telling us” Creed addressed “ she isn’t hiding something, she has a past in the US. One that you can tell wasn’t so pleasant. Instead of pressuring her to go back Alexander maybe try to find out why she’s so hell bent on not” grandma shrugged walking out of the kitchen as well

This can't be. This can't be true... I'M IN THE BODY OF HILARY!

8:55 AM. Kael in a hoodie. No tie. Hair still wet. Lila was with Adia’s mom. Adia was home sleeping. He walked into the meeting. Two people. Coffee. No assistants. “Hi,” Kael said. “I’m Kael Sterling. I got fired three weeks ago. And I’m starting Sterling Family Fund because my daughter got sick and I had to choose between paying rent and paying for care. And no parent should have to choose.” He talked for 12 minutes.

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?

Claire sat stone-faced at his side, a hand on his bicep. “While I was at the party, no. There were just a bunch of students, nothing more. There was some drunk asshole that tried to pick a fight—Devin, I think, but I doubt a college frat boy is our murderer.” I replied, looking into Asher’s golden-flecked eyes. “What about you? Did you feel anything off when you went after Zeke last night?” "Devin Armstrong?” Killian grimaced, eyes passing between me and his son. “He’s Judge Clint’s son. Causes him some trouble every now and again, but the boy wouldn’t murder someone. Not with Clint breathing down his neck.”

I tell him to have a quick bath and I run back to my room to quickly shower. You may be wondering who I am…Hi I'm Kayla Highlander, I'm 22 years old and I stay in a two bedroom flat where I stay alone with my little brother after the death of our parents. At that time, I was eighteen with no means of lively hood and a huge amount of bills to pay coupled with taking care of my little brother Evan who was then a year old. Life was tough having to work different jobs in order to put food on the table and cater for Evan's needs as well as enroll him in a school. If not for Noah and Lilly my two best friends who were there for me when I needed help the most,ever supportive and assisting.

She felt like she could finally start to let go of her past and begin to heal. 3 months later Chantelle had moved in withDelcan for some months now, and she was finally starting to feel like herself again. Delcan had been so understanding and patient with her, and she felt a sense of peace and safety that she hadn't felt in a long time. She knew she was still on the road to healing, but she was starting to feel like she was getting there. The only thing that was missing was Delcan's presence. He had been so busy with work lately that she barely saw him. But at least the maids were there to keep her company. One day, while Chantelle was eating breakfast in the kitchen, she noticed a bouquet o