Real Ali Lee Novels & Stories

But I did not expect her to disappear completely. I told myself it was what I wanted. I told myself it was for the best. I told myself that what I was doing was the right choice. And yet, here she was. In some forgotten corner of the world. Alone. Bleeding. I crouched beside her, careful not to startle her. “Alaria. It’s me. Liam. You can let the dagger go, no one is going to hurt you.” Her eyes fluttered, unfocused. Her lips parted, but no words came out. I slowly extended my hand to the wound that was on her side. She flinched.

Rhett frowned as Alicia questioned his decision. "I understand," Alicia agreed and left, not wanting to further upset Rhett. Alicia returned to the apartment to change her clothes and grabbed two bags of cakes before taking the elevator to the first floor. As she approached the apartment reception desk, she greeted her old friend, Lee, who was gawking at the contents of a grocery box. "Hey, Lee, good evening. How's it going?" she said. Lee was staring at black-and-white photos and medals of honor in the box.

I said. "So today is the day where you publish your newest book and it's called The Real Deal. Can you tell us briefly what it is about?" The MC asked and I smiled nodding. "Well.. I don't want to spoil anything but it's based on my own love life. I wrote this book for my boyfriend, Ares, just to thank him for everything." I said and I turned to see Ares standing beside my dad. He smiled widely at me and I turned to the audience again nervously.

It was so easy to find their hidden spot after Min Ho tracked Leah’s earrings. “The eldest granddaughter of chairman Lee, Leah Lee also known as Lee Da In, a lawyer at one of the prestigious law firms in Seoul has been saved after being kidnapped in front of her apartment. The Kidnapper had been taken to the Lee security organization. The result of the investigation will be made known after a few days” the reporter announced.

Frankly, I’m afraid that when I do… I might never want to come out. I feel the heat of his hand getting closer and closer to my wetness. The closeness is unbelievable, like I could barely fathom the fact that I, Leia Steele, once a slave to the Dark Alpha, was now underneath a tree with him, and he was seconds from pleasuring me. I could tell myself this is all just dream again, but I know this time that I would be lying because this is as real as real could get. There’s no escaping it this time.

It took him some time to react, but he responded in a surprised tone, "What—how did you know?" "I don't think this is a good place to chat, so please visit the Forest Lion Tribe if you may," I said, trying to cut off the conversation. "My father is Lev, the Alpha of the tribe," I added, hoping for him to back away once learning that I am the daughter of an Alpha.

Waking up with such an awful dream was to face another terrible reality of her life. Well, this is her marriage: a marriage that still feels like a mystery and will always remain a mystery to her. She was mysteriously married to the Almighty Alexander Georgia: the billionaire mafia lord.

I ended up contacting her directly and set up a meeting. At first, Cecilia hesitated, clearly afraid to see me. I didn't give her the chance to avoid me—I laid everything out over the phone. "If you don't see me, I'll just tell Charlie all your secrets." "Don't bluff," she said warily. "I'm not. You've got too many secrets for that to work," I replied confidently. "You've worked the nightclubs, lied to Charlie about having leukemia, and you're not even having his baby."

A bead of sweat ran down his forehead. “Unfortunately,” I said, “she never stopped waiting for you. But you ran away with this woman. You stole her name and her identity. You walked out of the farmland. One of you became a law professor. The other, a famous artist. But the real Garcia, she was trapped in that forgotten backcountry, called a whore her whole life.” I pointed at the woman. “She is not Garcia. She is the county commissioner’s daughter. Her name is Lily Jones.”

The ringing sound of the doorbell follows. “Coming!” I get up and head to the door to find out who it is and what the person wants. I can't think of anyone who will be at the door this late at night. “How can I help you?” I question, scanning the unfamiliar figure I meet behind the door. His All-black clothing makes me instantly suspicious of him. “Are you Valery Hale?” The stranger asks back with his hands behind his back. How does he know my name? “Yes. How can I help you?” I ask again, still trying to decode his intentions.