Ledge Stacey Mcewan Novels & Stories

“What have you got?” “Yesterday, in the ship, I overheard this man’s conversation with his friend, they were talking about one Mr. Manchester and his son, Fred Manchester.” “Okay…,” Phoebe paid less attention. “His son was lately crowned the CEO of his Jewelry company, the first jewelry company in California and the father, Mr. Manchester, is a hard type to get.” “I think we’ve found our prey,” Sloane turned to Mary, “get the system, let’s get to work.”

"Don't be naive. Wall Street is not a place where a miner's-town girl changes the rules with pretty speeches. My family has roots here. Networks, funds, board seats. You can't pick those up by having dinner with the right men a few times." I listened quietly. Under that elegant face, what had been hidden for fifty years finally showed itself. A stolen name, a stolen identity, a stolen life, and still the same arrogance. She was not Grace Walker. Grace Walker was my grandmother, who had died with her eyes open, still whispering the name of the man who had promised to come back. I tightened my palm and kept my voice cold. "Are you done? Mrs. Hale, the result will not change. Please leave."

As we walked down the street, I couldn’t help but look up at the moon. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” I asked out loud, more to myself than to him. “MMMHHHMMM.” He mumbled in response. I turned us down my street, and he stopped walking. I looked up at him confused. “My house is right down there.” I told him pointing to my house. As I looked at my driveway, I noticed that my parents’ car was gone. “What is a pretty girl doing outside this late at night?” I heard a voice come from the shadows. I felt Declan stiffen up at the sound, but he didn’t move. I turned towards the voice. “Who’s there?” I called out. “Don’t talk to it, Nemi.” Declan whispered in my ear. I jumped, not prepared for him to le

she replied. “Wh-what? Tell me again who hired your services?” I asked incredulously. “Mrs. Stacey. She has a daughter named Deasy. Joe told me that a long time ago. Do you know that woman? I think she’s cold-hearted,” Lisa replied. “Mr. Taylor. Stacey has been living in my mansion. I never thought that she was the mastermind behind all this. I forgave her for her past mistakes, but apparently, she never learns from them. And after hearing all this, I think I know the real motive.”

Her name sat there, clear and unmoved. Stacey Edwards – Partner: Derick Stewards. Her breath caught. “No,” she whispered. Lily leaned closer, scanning the paper herself. “It didn’t change.” Stacey stepped back as if the board had burned her. “What am I going to do?” she asked, her voice shaking. Lily frowned. “I don’t know. But… I guess you’ll have to work together.” The thought made Stacey’s chest ache. Behind them, a familiar voice spoke softly. “Hi, Stacey.”

The woman looked familiar. "Hey there, Ms. Emily Collins, right? I'm Stacy," the woman introduced herself warmly, extending her hand. Emily shook her hand, recognizing the famous Stacy Mason—the renowned stylist often associated with A-list personalities and influential families. "Stacy? As in Stacy Mason?" “Yeah, that's me,” Emily's eyes widened, realizing why the woman looked familiar. She never imagined her boss would personally contact such a well-known figure to assist her with styling. Did she have that terrible taste?

Marks pov I shifted to the back of my cell nervously; It took a lot to make me nervous but the dark look she got on her face was making me shiver. How could a woman that's so beautiful look so deadly all of a sudden? I asked myself and looked over at Raven to see if he felt the same as me. He was standing with his arms crossed over his chest and a smirk on his face; oh he was loving this side of her. I wanted to facepalm myself, because off course he would love it, stupid Russian loves torturing bad people and the sadist in him was loving this. I shook my head and gazed back over to her when more people filled the outside of the cells, this wasn't going to end well. She just kept standing th

“I knew it! I knew there was something going on between them. I just have to find a way to prove it.” She didn't have to worry about finding a way, a way was made. A slumber party…perfect! The mastermind, Stacey, poured herself some wine, she was proud of herself. Not only had she managed to make money off of this, she was also going to make their lives a living hell, until Scott made the right choice. If he doesn't, too bad because then she would have to ruin everything that he'd work so hard for. “Scott…” she chuckled, mindlessly staring at her glass. “Look what your rejection has done for me. My loans are paid, account loaded and most of all, I get to feel the thrill of being the villain

"Get out!" Used to my temper, he simply caught the pillow, pecked a quick kiss on my forehead, and walked out the wooden door. I had planned to spend the day resting my aching human joints, but a comm-crystal message from Stacey arrived by midday, asking to meet in secret. After the fallout from Felix’s blood trial, Stacey had left the outer border and come straight to Silvermoon Capital. Being an educated, sharp-witted female, she had quickly secured a high position inside the Greystone Pack Holdings office after passing their intelligence exams.

Stacey was a little bewildered, she didn't know who the person was. "Mom, who's here?" Stacey asked, turning to face her mom. "Your future husband dear… Elijah Anderson from Riverwalk City." Victoria smugly replied. Stacey was stunned for a moment. She glanced at Gwendolyn who was busy scrolling through the internet, trying to find out about the new head of the Stark consortium. But apart from Christian Stark, no one else came up. "Grandma, what's going on?" Stacey asked, with a puzzled look.