Novel & Cerita Lacey Owens

Alex and Jessica both were warriors and were dedicated to the Pack. Lacie went with black leather pants, a lace black top with a cami underneath and black heels. Lily was sporting a green leather mid-thigh dress with short sleeves and black ankle boots. Monica was all black – black mini skirt with black corset style top and black heels. I chose my signature black skinny jeans, black tank with my black leather jacket and black leather heeled boots.

I grunted, turning my back to face her, as I strolled to my bed. I had taken my seat on the bed before realizing that Layla did not come in. She was standing at the door post, holding a tray that carried a bowl, a jug of juice and a glass cup in her hands, while her eyes were scanning the room as if it was a sacred place. "Come in Layla," I repeated. "Sorry about that," she said, suddenly taking her eyes off the walls, and walking towards me. "Chicken and waffles, with orange juice," she whispered, dropping the tray on the bed.

Leon answering while crossing his arms in front of his chest. "Wait, so who is that girl again, Owen?" Louis is now asking him too with curiosity. "Her name is Angelica, Angelica Bright. Her family migrated to US when we were 10 years old, were kind of friends back then." Owen answered. And now, everyone's attention bound to Owen. "Is he pretty?" It's Louis again. "Yeah, Very pretty." Owen is telling the truth now. Everyone's became silent. Owen thought their professor is already in the front, so he sit properly. But unfortunately, there's still nothing in front. He then look at his classmates... They were busy typing on their phones.

She asks sweetly and I happily nod my head while Lucas just stares at her. “So to start with the most obvious one. No, I am not his sister, we just work together.” She answers and my eyes widen. “Oh god. Don’t tell me you work in IT.” I say as I remember Carter telling me his ex-used to work with him. “Oh, so you did tell her about Angela.” She teases Lucas and he just rolls his eyes, “No, I am not Angela, his ex and to put you at ease. I am happily married with a kid. Lucas and I are just coworkers. Well, I am his boss actually.”

CHAPTER 60 THIRD PERSON POV Ayra bent her head low. “I have some information I thought you might need.” “Yeah? What is it?” Layla’s eyes were glazed with disinterest. “It's about Mr. Sterling’s fiancée. I know of someone who hates her for the same reason that you do.” Layla’s eyes brightened at that, but she still didn't seem convinced. “Who is this person you speak of? Can I meet her?”

"Mark took her and brought her to his pack but she ended up being adopted by beta Collin and his wife Melissa. They have a daughter so they treated Maya as their own until Mark started showing interest in her and paying her a lot of attention. Melissa felt that her daughter was being ignored and thus started insulting Maya at every chance she got. On Mark's twentieth birthday, he had promised Maya that he was to take her as his luna but he ended up being engaged to Melissa's daughter, Lily. After that Mark went for secret training and that's when Maya was cast out of the pack and made into an omega. Lily also ordered people to abuse her and over five years, she had undergone every kind of to

I’m more prepared this time. Tomorrow, I continue the plan. For the first time since all of this started, I’m not scared of what Owen might do next. The fear that used to sit heavily in my chest is mostly gone. After watching my parents tear down my door like I was nothing, after realizing how easily people who are supposed to protect you can hurt you, Owen Kyle loses his power. He can glare, threaten, watch me all he wants; none of it compares to what I’ve already survived. I don’t feel reckless. I feel steady. Almost excited. Like, I finally understand that I have nothing left to lose.

The door to the meeting room swung open, and a woman stepped in. She was tall, strikingly beautiful, with long brunette hair that cascaded over her shoulders in effortless waves. Her features were sharp, poised, the kind of beauty that looked almost sculpted. There was an air of sophistication about her, but beneath the surface, something about her felt… cold. Calculated. She walked toward Owen, coming to stand beside him that made me want to claw his hair out. Woh, Where did that thought come from? “Everyone, meet Layla Miller,” Owen introduced her. “She will be taking over as senior general manager, effective immediately.”

Tyson cries as his body drops to his mother’s height. Lacey is 5’9” and even though she’s shorter than Tyson’s 6’3”, the confidence and authority she exudes makes her seem ten feet tall. She has the most luxurious caramel skin, with black and brown dreadlocks which she likes to keep piled up on top of her head with a few strands hanging loose. It looks like a crown standing proudly.

Lacey stood there with her eyes as red as coal, she couldn’t bear the humiliation against her master’s name and reputation so she had to take action. Lacey is one of the quietest maids, she rarely talks or even reacts to things because of her calm nature. She prefers to reserve her energy and do whatever is required of her instead of talking, gossiping or doing things that doesn’t concerns her. Even Freya is always cautious around her because she’s unreadable and is not free with her unlike Hailey. She doesn’t know if she’s on her side or she’s observing her.