Stace Rust Novels & Stories

Tristan warns through gritted teeth as he turns to face Stacy "I've made it clear that I didn't want anyone touching not even a single strand of Raven's hair and what did you do? I may be the student's President but I don't care if the school expels me if I lay my hand on you right now… It will bring my family shame but it won't matter as long as I do what you did to her so choose Stacy, you bring in your parents and be suspended for this or let's both be expelled for what I'm about to do” Tristan warns again and Stacy staggers backwards before lowering her head

I knew that she was going to blurt something smart but useless for me. "Babes! You know, knowledge is power is time is money," she said. I snorted. "Ughh! stop with the Ambrose." She pouted. "at least that silent ice-man is hot." I sighed. Nothing can be done with this dream girl. "Yo girl, let's start your work otherwise cakey-face would exaggerate your late coming." She said. I rolled my eyes. That's the truth I know cakey-face aka Stacy is one of the waitresses who only works here to get different flavours once a week. She is worse than the brothel I'm telling you.

I said. "I do return the sentiment, Elena." Stacey warmly smiled at me, the skin around her eyes wrinkling that kind way before she added. "I work for Rylan. I'm Ava's nanny as you already know." "You're family." We both turned our attention to Rylan whose brows had dipped down just a bit. Despite his clipped interjection, his voice easily gave out that he was offended. It didn't take a genius to figure out that Stacey was important to him and vice versa. It was the way Stacey stared back at him with affectionate eyes.

I paused, and the dot settled on her chat with Cyrus Richmond, the second-highest spender in the game. "She messaged Mr. Richmond, 'Cyrus, as long as I can stay by your side, I don't care about any label.'" The private room fell into a deathly silence, with only my clear, icy voice echoing through the space. "Stacy, your time management skills are truly impressive. It seemed your so-called sincerity could be divided into four parts and handed out like cheap candy."

Don't get me wrong they'll never replace my family that I've lost including Carter but they are here now and I know my family wouldn't want me on my own, they'd love these guys and love how much they care for me and I wouldn't change a thing about this place. ...Well other than Stacey. She's a she-wolf, 23 years old she's actually the Gamma's daughter. She is a pretty girl, long blonde hair, blue eyes, 5ft5 and her figures not too bad. However, her personality that is a whole other story and In all honesty, she is a stuck-up selfish spoiled brat who thinks she's the prettiest she-wolf to ever exist and that the world owes her.

"You'll have to ask Hale or Ira for that." "You know how I feel about mortals..." Hale mutters, looking at us over his shoulder. "Can you all shut up. I would rather not have Stace seeing us talking like this," Ira snaps, adjusting her dress. She has shed of her pretty, soft exterior tonight, knowing there is no one present to be fooled by her. Her dress is skin tight, her brown hair slicked back beautifully. I'm only slightly envious of how stunning she is. Sinful rolls his eyes. "Don't tell me you want to sleep with him."

"I'll be fine. I'll go to Claire's office. Then you can go there so we can all have lunch together." "Fine." I smiled at her. "Stacey, I'm attending my meeting with Mr. Nakamura. Tell James to handle the other meetings that can't be rescheduled." "Yes, sir." "I'll take you to the driver so he can drive you to Claire's office." I stated. "How old is Stacey?" Raquel asked when we got to the elevator. "I'm not really sure, why?" "She's very pretty." "If you say so." "Rustin, can you not have a male secretary?" She blurted out.

This time they were filled with anxiety and that worried Dominic as he saw the look on her face. "Yes, based on the magic they performed, the punishment sometimes can lead to death as well." One of them confirmed which broadened Stacey's smirk. "Yes, now let's come to the point about how this is connected to this rogue, Athena." Stacey spat the last two words like it was something disgusting in her tongue before turning toward the board members. "Sir, as all of you are just introduced to her, none of you might know that she has an almost three years old pup." Stacey stated and waited to let this information get synced with their brains. Immediately a commotion started between the board membe

Wine flowed freely, and a live quartet played jazz in the background, their melodies weaving seamlessly with the laughter and conversations of the evening. When Stacey walked in that night, wearing a simple but stunning black dress that hugged her figure and fell gracefully just below her knees, my breath caught. The lights reflected in her eyes, and for a moment, it felt as though the entire room stilled to acknowledge her presence. She wasn’t just the woman I had fallen for quietly over the years, she was a Teacher, an author, a force, someone who had poured herself onto the page and risen above every scar her past had left behind.

“Let’s just try to get through today, baby. Dreams only bring heartache.” Rosh It’s 10pm and Stace is in the shower. We’ve had a wonderful day in each other’s arms and have spent most of it in the rooftop pool. He went out this morning and bought us both a few new outfits and phones with prepaid data and credit. I couldn’t go. I was feeling too seedy from last night’s activities. Tonight we are going to try and find this guy who apparently knows where you sell things—the one who owns The Snake Pit. It sounds pretty dodgy if you ask me, but Stace assures me that it will be okay. He asked me to stay here and wait for him, but I am not letting him go alone. I would go crazy waiting here not kno