Stace Rust Novels & Stories

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.

sen-miss Stacey said happily to the team. She doesn't want to be called senior because that makes her feel old. Even though she is 33 and has two children, she has maintained her beautiful body. and face. She really fits the glam team here. "Hello! I'm Iris, I'm looking forward working with you guys!" They applauded me and shook my hand. Then Miss Stacey and I went to her mini office to discuss which department I was in. I sat in the chair in front of the deskmiss Stacey.

Although she had seen him in the dark and she couldn't deny, he was irresistible in the dark as well. Sebastian closed the distance with his long legs as Stacy stepped back instinctively. His eyes never left her and as his eyes looked at her from top to bottom, she felt like she wasn't wearing a thing. Her knee length skirt and blouse felt transparent and she wanted to cover herself with an extra layer. Sebastian recited her life in a few sentences, "Stacy Cyrus, working as an editor in City Scape. Recently been promoted and an editor of the news where Sebastian Rodriguez is also a suspect."

But when she lets herself be vulnerable with me in private, it also makes me think about using her however I want. I am overwhelmed with work when my assistant informs me of Stacey Cruz's sudden arrival. Despite feeling ashamed of my past actions, I compose myself before instructing her to come in. As she enters, the sound of her heels on the marble floor captures my attention, and I find myself admiring her stunning appearance. She exudes grace and beauty, displaying a determined sense of style with a hint of allure.

she asked innocently. “Zante has asked me to pick up a parcel for him, I’m Stacey, his Omega” I hold out a hand and she takes its nervously. She disappears into his office and returns with a brown bag, handing it to me. I grab her wrist and pull her towards me.

"Is my mother okay, is she safe?" "I'v answered that before Rosela, why can't you guys let me concentrate. I'm still on the phone please. He said a day turn away from them to avoid their questions. Austin didn't know how to explain the situation. He thought of the reaction and how her family would take it" My name is Austin Balastino, a cab rider like I said earlier. Your wife had an accident in her way back from work, I guess". "What did you just say"? He asked pretending not to have heard the first time.

Drake says. As we walk into the conference room, Drake follows me in. He takes a seat beside Colby and leans forward on his elbows. “So, I understand Kate explained a bit of my situation; I am looking for a woman who looks like this woman in this picture. I believe she goes by the name Lucy,” he says.

His one weakness is his mate, and if I can figure out who Stace’s mate is, I could use her to my advantage. There’s only one person in here who may know who Stace’s mate is. Switching my focus from Micah to Revel, I waste no time in getting into his head, delving into his memories. It won’t take him long to notice, so I quickly sort through them, ignoring everything that doesn’t apply to what I need. Since I know what I’m looking for, it doesn’t take me long to find a conversation where Stace mentions that name of his mate. Aven Rivia.

Before I open my mouth to scream, Stace appears from behind Larsen, grabbing the man’s clothed shoulder to turn him to face him. "Larsen, don't touch her,” Stace warns, pushing Larsen back in a way that has the Noble stumbling back a few steps. There’s no evidence of sleep on Stace’s eyes as he looks over us both, examining the situation that nearly transpired, although his hair is as mussed and frantic as he looks right now. "You can't protect her, Stace...Not unless you're as evil as him.” Larsen adjusts himself, looking back at me with his hands still exposed.