Pll Alison Mga Nobela at Kwento

How dare he! Forcing herself to stay composed, she managed a small smile and turned her attention to her bag, retrieving her iPad. She unlocked the device and scrolled through her gallery while Adrian watched intently, his curiosity piqued about her intentions. As if sensing his thoughts, Alison began to speak, displaying a picture on the screen. "I assume this is the woman you left me for, isn't it?" Adrian's gaze fell upon the image, surprise washing over his face as he wondered how Alison had obtained a photo of Hayley. The image also resembled a younger version of Hayley, as if it were taken years earlier.

“And before you deny it again, I can play the rest of the recording. Or even what Noah found — your involvement with both Alpha Martin and Elijah.” “You were the one who spread the rumor about Victoria on social media, and Elijah retweeted it,” I continued. “And don’t think I was stupid enough not to investigate it. I knew you used a burner phone, as did Alison Ellis from the Moonlit Guardian Pack.” Many people knew Alison was a badass she-wolf with many friends from all industries, and my saying her name made Diana even paler. “Alison is Victoria’s best friend, of course, she will say that about me,” Diana still tried to defend herself.

The car door opened and Alison grabbed my hands and dragged me out of the car. "We have so much to plan, I was thinking maybe peonies and lilacs, and I was thinking the bridesmaids could wear purple dresses", she rambled on as Nolan caught up to Alison's fast pace. Alison seemed more excited than me and trust me I was excited. I could just imagine Alison's face when Nolan asked for help from her. "Can I have my wife back, please?", he asked as Alison let go of her strong grip around my hand and walked slowly next to us. I leaned against his buff shoulder feeling his sense of secuirity.

Jocelyn’s POV Now all those drills over the last four days finally made sense. The endless hours spent researching each girl. Memorising names, backgrounds, family trees. But there was one girl we had nothing on. Allison. As if reading my mind, Jackson’s attention locked onto her. “You’re the only one who sent us nothing,” he said evenly. “There is no trace of you on any official record. But last night I finally managed to uncover your full name.” His gaze sharpened. “‘Allison Rose Everwood.’”

MEANWHILE, in the depths of Los Angeles Women's Penitentiary. Alison Gardner was glaring at Latton's photo that she cut off from a newspaper. "You brat!" She mumbled through gritted teeth. Her eyes expressed anger and annoyance.

Leio checked his watch again. "Are you worried Cindy's getting impatient?" Zion teased. "Has Leio Rivera finally fallen for someone?" "Shut up. That girl is just amazing in b—!" His words were cut off when there was a small commotion. "Really?!" They all turned to see Allison, excited and in disbelief. "I won? I won?" "Yes, Ally. I told you not to be so negative," Ms. Pam said. "And guess what? You won the fully furnished one!"

Allison's grip tightened on the doorframe as she clutched it for support. Her heart sank as she saw a woman on top of her husband on their matrimonial bed. She broke down in a cold sweat. “Babe! Why don't you just divorce her now? I mean you already have what you need from her.” She heard the familiar voice. It was Bella, her half-sister, whom she loved and cherished. Allison couldn't move or make any sound, tears gushed down her cheeks, her chest tightened and her legs went weak. Everything seemed like she was dreaming. She pinched herself to see if she was gonna feel any pain.

“Alison was only a mistress to the King and it is also no secret that Alpha Djurek was not the only noble person she was associated with. Her father purposely raised her to be a concubine to powerful men just so they would get leverage to rise to power. Until the truth is figured out, we shall not call the child in her belly a fruit of the Alpha.” The nuns from the temple nodded in agreement and in the next instant Jackson through a heavy kick into the middle of the door sending it open with a loud swing. “Everyone freeze, your hands in air, your weapons down.” Jackson's voice resounded bouncing off the walls of the room. Allison was huddled up in a corner, her maid surrounding her. “Please

Alison announced with her phone outstretched and gesturing Arya to input her digits. “Alright thanks, see you around” she finished with a wave and left, leaving everyone else around envious. Of course who wouldn’t be? Alison was a big top actress thanks to her mother’s meticulous scheme, which no one knew about, she was able to hit the peak of her career in a few years. On the outside she’s the dream of every upcoming actress but she didn’t make it easy for them to communicate with her. But here comes this newbie and she walks up to initiate the conversation herself?

"Mrs. Cole, do you know my mother?" Alison looked bewildered. "No, I don't. Why?" "Oh, it's nothing." Sheila chuckled, thinking she was overthinking it. Alison was a high-society lady, a famous ballerina who'd lived in France for years. Her mother was just an ordinary woman. How could they possibly know each other? Sheila chatted with Nicole for a while longer. Then, she saw Sebastian and Killian enter from outside, and she remembered the male lead for the new project.