Stace Rust Novels & Stories

The drive didn't take long, and Stacey Rogers stood outside a cream-colored building with faded paint and dirty windows. There was nothing faded and dirty about Stacey, however. She was a short woman, barely over five-feet tall, with short dark hair, a slender frame, and hips Morgan would love to grip. She smiled, watching them as they exited their car, her eyes twinkling and her blouse buttoned low enough to tempt a man's gaze. Morgan quickly put on his Sunday-Go-To-Meeting smile and allowed his eyes to roam over her curves. Neal would be all business, so Morgan was free to be all male.

"Get out!" Used to my temper, he simply caught the pillow, pecked a quick kiss on my forehead, and walked out the wooden door. I had planned to spend the day resting my aching human joints, but a comm-crystal message from Stacey arrived by midday, asking to meet in secret. After the fallout from Felix’s blood trial, Stacey had left the outer border and come straight to Silvermoon Capital. Being an educated, sharp-witted female, she had quickly secured a high position inside the Greystone Pack Holdings office after passing their intelligence exams.

Kacey was stood in the doorway to what she called her salon, in truth it was little more than a spare bedroom that Steve had modified to act as a salon, until her hew place in Westingdale was ready, she saw Stacy marching down the hall and decided, for the first time to say hello first, “Hey Hun, fancy a chat and a trim?” Stacy almost ignored the She-Panther but remembered that she is mated to Steve, a Wolf and had done a lot of research on Soulmates as part of her time with the Company, “Actually, yeah, but I need more than a trim.” Stacy plucked at her chest length dirty blonde hair, that hadn’t had much attention in the past two years except for the odd hacking with an axe to expel any sp

I hissed in frustration. She laughed her typically fake laugh and tucked her over dyed, platinum blonde hair behind her ear. “Oh, I’m here thanks to your bitch of a friend. If Eliana hadn’t done something to screw with my final grades, my father wouldn’t have been pissed off enough to send me to work for my cousin. Now I’m a fucking tour guide when I could have been a top ranking businesswoman and influencer.” I swallowed my laugh at the mention of her dreams of becoming an influencer, schooling my face into an impassive expression. “I’m sorry to hear of your troubles, Stacey.”

When Stacey first appeared, she seemed exceptionally cold and arrogant because her mind was being manipulated by the old demon from the Blood Cult. However, now that Alex had released the wraith puppets and recovered her mind, she seemed more quirky. In addition, she was also a short, exquisite person, with a height of about 5.25 feet. She was half a head shorter than Anna. Inexplicably, there was a sense of “Alex Munday” portrayed by Lucy Liu.

ASHANTI The sound of Metallic Music echoes throughout the room as I enter, Lucas is bent over a machine, probably working on one of his many products. I met Lucas in my 3rd year in New York. He saw a 13-year-old girl begging, barely having flesh on her bones, and took her in. Trained her and never left her side. I shake my head, to clear memories of that part of my life. I never thought I would be reduced to that level, Roman will pay.

****** Jayce There hasn’t been a time that I’ve ever been attached to a woman other than my mother and sister. My thoughts about relationships are very clear; I don’t want commitment and complications in my life. But today, after seeing Rachel all sad, drinking alone in a bar made me angry. I always wanted to protect her even though she was an employee. But, when she is all drunk and vulnerable. alone like this, this doesn’t seem to be possible. It doesn't change the fact that I hate to commit. But I don’t know what happens to me when I’m with Rachel. I can’t see her with anyone but me, and that’s one of the reasons why I crossed my limits and did something I should have never done.

I glanced at my husband under my lashes, his hands clenched to his sides as he straightened his back. "You don't need permission to speak your mind out." Russo told me. "What if Angelo got inspired to do what he did to me? I mean your momma is missing. Maybe that stalker..." I trailed off, watching them, I swallowed hard. They appeared to be lost in deep thoughts. Russo jaw locked, his expression turned menacing. "I'll look into it personally." Igor said. It was only Igor who seemed to believe in me. He didn't even know me. "Thank you." I said, waiting for them to continue.

ISLA GRACE MILLER DATE OF BIRTH: JUNE 18TH AGED: 18 HAIR: AUBURN EYES: GREEN HEIGHT: FIVE FOOT FIVE INCHES GUARDIAN - JUNE DANIELS, RELATION: MATERNAL GRANDMOTHER, DECEASED- CEDAR FALLS. SCORED HIGH MARKS: TRACKING; HAND/HAND COMBAT; TEAMWORK; FIELD FIRST AID NOTES: RUN RISK LEVEL 2; ONE ATTEMPT YEAR ONE AT TRTC. RECEIVED COUNSELING. MEDICATED WITH ANTIDEPRESSANT FOR YEARS 1-3. CLEARED FOR DISCONTINUATION OF USE AFTER REASSESSMENT.

Stacy is the gamma’s daughter, one of the powerful female figures in the Pack aside from Celia. Stacy did not come here to line up and receive supplies, instead she came here to make trouble for Raven. “You think you are a hero now just because you are giving us these supplies? These things did not even came from you,” Stacy spoke loud enough for everyone to hear her. Raven ignored her and continued to distribute the packs of food that she is holding. She never said that these supplies came from her, and she is not doing this to be a hero, she was only doing this as a part of her job.