Romans & histoires My Dad The Rockstar Alyssa

Happy reading! 🖤 The next day. Alyssa is seated at a rock in the woods and she is singing melodiously. 🎶The wind says hello to me. And my mind is with the breeze. It's such a beautiful morning' Am awake, and ready to take a step.🎶 🎶As I go on my lonely ride. As I try to pick the pieces. I hope I find my way. Oh my God, what am I gonna say?🎶

‘Is Logan your dad? Arlie hesitated, then confirmed, ‘Yes, he’s my father. Miss Jansen, why do you have my dad’s phone?’ Alessia bit her lip, nearly drawing blood. ‘Arlie, I’m a friend of your father’s. He’s…he’s busy right now. Can you call him tomorrow?’ ‘Okay, I guess that’s fine. Good night, Miss Jansen.’ ‘Good night.’ Alessia stammered, her hand trembling as she hung up.

I asked and she smirked “You think we don’t know that you like her? But her mom would approve it she likes you for her but not that drug addict she dates in the name of a boyfriend” Aunty said and my heart skipped a beat, I mean so she had a boyfriend and there I was fantasizing about her and thinking that maybe I’d stand a chance to win her over and maybe date one day, the moment I heard aunty talking Alyssa , my heart crashed and I felt like I had been stabbed severally against my chest, true to her words, I had started falling for Alyssa the moment we bumped into each other back in Chicago, I liked her the moment my eyes landed o her, I loved everything about her especially the blue eyes,

Her throat choked with emotions. “I don’t care,” he replied. “I. Want. You.” He stared in her green emerald eyes. “And that is all that matters.” His voice was authoritative. Alyssa melted at those words. She had this sudden urge to get up and kiss him senseless. But she had to tell him the truth. It was extremely important now. “My mother is Magda, Queen of Yezia, and my father’s name is Alan.”

dad muttered angrily. “This guy here is the make version of the witch” dad muttered darkly. Mom placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. “But where did you get these pictures from?” “Who is he?” Dad asked Alpha Cedric the question. Alpha Cedric leaned back on his chair, his eyes moving towards me. “Your daughter is the one who can give us answer to that” he said. “Alessia?” Dad snapped his head at me, asking for answers. “He is my friend. He helped me from the attack of the rogues last time. He is also the one who brought me out the rogues land as well” I informed them. I hid the fact that he is a Hawk. Falcon wants his identity to be hidden.

Dad asked. “Yes, I'm fine. He called, he called to ask for help.” “What fucking shame!” Both cried out in mockery, not even letting me finish. “Calm down,” I flapped down my fingers. “You don't even know what I'm about to say.” I snappily moved on to say before they stopped me again. “Alisa wasn't a true friend but the fiancee of a Mafia Lord who operates an underground sperm donor ring. He was a potential target to his ancestry. Now he's been forced to accept the eight year–”

That fucking bitch. “Dad, you can’t seriously be listening to her!” I blurted out. “She’s just trying to—” “Enough!” My dad’s voice boomed in my ear, silencing me. “Stop blaming everyone else for your mistakes. Grow up, Rochelle.” The line went dead before I could respond. I stood there in disbelief, staring at the phone like it had betrayed me. The world felt like it was caving in around me. My dad—my own father—had chosen her over me. I bit my lip to keep from sobbing out loud, but the tears spilled over anyway, mixing with the rain running down my face.

My name is Alix Stone, The first and favorite child of Alpha Kish Stone and whoever my mom was. My father refused to ever speak of her but never failed to mention my actions resembling hers. Being all that, one would never expect the favorite child to be banished to New York but let me explain more. His wife Lana and her first son, My stepbrother Stephen Stone hate me, infact if there was a stronger word for describing that feeling, then that is the one, that I have been looking for.

My eyes trailed up to his sharp jawline, his straight pointed nose, his tick, long eyebrows, and eyelashes to his sinful, tempting, luscious lips, I fought the urge to lick my lips but. Consciously, I ran a tongue over my lips, unable to stop impulse but the sound of my dad clearing his throat pulled me out from my trace as I slightly jerked, feeling electrified. "Tristan, I went you to meet my friend, Dr. Sean" My dad acquainted the sexy, demigod man with that sinful body of his. I quivered again. "Sean, meet my son, Tristan" Dad introduced me but my eyes remained cemented on him and I could swear I saw a spark in those murky orbs but it was gone as soon as it came, making me doubt if I rea

I have always known her to be a straightforward person, but can she fucking chill? "That's my dad's friend, Mr. Lucien..." I paused, turning to him but trying to avoid his gaze. "Mr. Lucien, my best friend, Alexa Whites," "Wow! He is your dad's friend? Gosh! He is super hot!" Alexa said, whispering the last part as she stared at him flirtatiously. She looked like she was going to devour him if given a chance. "Hi, Mr. Lucien," Alexa extended her hand for a handshake.