Mary Ellen Waltons Novels & Stories

And now I was getting kicked out, I knew this was exile. Aunt Maya was going to be more than happy to have me live with her. But I didn't want to, Derrick was probably going to change his mind and tell me he felt the same way for me. But that was never going to happen. Aunt Maya was a widow, once married to a powerful alpha. He had lost his life in the war between wolves and vampires. He left her with a son Klutz, a dumb son. I wondered how he was.

Unless. "Alpha Grayson."

Ellie’s P.O.V. The moment I stepped outside the mansion, a black luxury car rolled to a stop in front of me. The driver immediately got out and opened the rear door. “Good afternoon,ma’am.” I nodded and asked carefully. “Where are we going?” “The mall.” He stepped aside respectfully. “Mr. Walton wants you to purchase a wedding gift for your sister and a dress for the banquet.” Again Mr. Walton! My mind raced as I simply stared at him, figuring out who had arranged this trip.

My mom says with the same beautiful fake practiced smile but it falls a little when she sees Jake and Emily. “Please tell me this girl is your bodyguard’s girlfriend.” My mom says in a friendly tone but I could hear the malice. “Mrs Williams.” “That’s not my name anymore.” My mom says rudely. What is her problem? “So can I call you ‘danika’s mother’?” Emily asks, innocently. “No. you may call me Mrs. Walts.”

She moved her lips to say something, but he didn't worry about knowing what she would say, he wasn't interested. Only the Waltons had to pay compensation to Miss Charisse Sinclair and Bethany Walton would have to receive adequate treatment for her condition, the possibility that she had to be hospitalized would be evaluated, but that was to be evaluated, as long as the treatment required it. In summary, Bethany Walton had come out of that situation, despite having almost murdered Charisse Sinclair and that being the intention, without having achieved her mission, but leaving her years in a coma. The mental evaluation made to Miss Walton did not record her to go to jail. I needed treatment.

I can’t decide if I should make him breakfast, an extra-large coffee, or six shots of vodka, as he looks really exhausted like a tired pigeon. Ryan nods without giving me any attention while his hands' movement increases. He looks like Flash working with papers in a government bank. I leave him to do his work and walk towards my table. *Tring* "Hello?" I speak as I get seated in my chair. "Ethan! Hi, this is Rita. How are you?" A flirtatious, girlish voice comes from the phone. This bitch.

The snowfall outside seems to intensify, creating a feeling of peace that has rarely come to me in the past 8 months. As I enter the posh coffee shop, I notice Emily sitting awkwardly. As we go in, she looks up, her cheek flushing as her round, twinkled eyes contact mine. "Good afternoon, Mr. Lincoln," she says, looking at Jack before returning her gaze to me. "I need a private space with you." My brows knit together with concerns. "Alright, Miss Walton." This woman is my fiancee. Her eyes are round, and her cheeks are red. She is gentle and always acts as an outstanding woman in the Walton family. Today, she is dressed in a light pink dress with a strange bow tie in her hair and naive make-

That seemed oddly familiar. The broadcaster went on, "Mrs. Walsh, formerly known as Ms. Ross Eleonore, the president of Electronet Company Ltd, was a victim of attempted murder by a young lady who claimed to be her daughter." A picture of the woman's self-proclaimed daughter was shown. The girl was around nineteen or so. The girl looked very much like the Mrs. Walsh. Same brown hair, dark eyes, high cheekbones, just that the girl was a lot more scrawnier and paler than the said woman.

They could only effort to get three minutes to collect all the information. One miscommunication would get us killed today because Walton wasn't coming alone he was together with his wife so there is a high chance the security will be much tighter. Lydia Walton the sole owner of Walton national disaster Relief committee not only that she is also the Director of Walton orphanage. Arnold Walton treasured Lydia Walton alton. One could see the love he has for his wife in his eyes. I put the gun on the side of my waist and it got covered with my suit. We were ready. I looked at the youngest one of my team DK and N. They looked so pumped up with the entire thing. It was going to be their first mis

All heads turned to see who had arrived. Emily Walton walked in with an air of confidence and poise that immediately commanded attention. Her dark, chestnut hair cascaded in soft waves down her back, catching the light and shimmering with a natural sheen. Her makeup was flawless, accentuating her striking features—a touch of smoky eyeshadow highlighting her piercing blue eyes, and a hint of blush enhancing her high cheekbones. Her lips, painted a deep, commanding red, curved into a polite but distant smile.