Stace Rust Novels & Stories

I lean across the table and squeeze his lean fingers in mine. The sound of Stacey's engine pulling in the driveway breaks up the moment. She is my best friend who drives a beat-up truck that used to belong to her older brother. "Stace" as I love to call her has been my friend since I came to Riverside. She is as loud as her engine, dyed blue curls, ripped jeans, and dark make-up announces her presence wherever she goes. I love her. She is everything I am not: Bold and confident. "Yo folks, morning. Can smell those pancakes from two blocks away." She snatches one from my plate.

But there is no Serenity or Skyler Nightshade listed as a new member to any of the packs around here. As I'm working, a she-wolf named Stacey waltzes into my office like she owns the place, locking the door behind her. This bitch is annoying as hell but she is always good for a quick release if I need it. She walks around the desk and drops to her knees in front of me. She somehow always knows when I need release and is always happy to help out. I sit back in my chair and open my legs up for her, she leans forward and unzips my jeans and smirks at me when she sees that I have gone commando today.

Draco laughed out loud, so much for him being an expert on women's affairs. "What was that all about? Or were you just getting roasted for no reason at all, thought you said you was an expert on women ish" "Look we ain't got time for all of that okay? Stacey had an accident she's at the hospital. She got ran into. Lucky for her the airbag helped, she was unconscious for a while, but they've been able to revive her. Its just a few bruises, can't really say how much damage had been been made,but-"

My name is Anastasia, I am twenty years old and I have black hair and brown eyes, my mother died, in a car accident when I was thirteen, since then it's been just dad and I. I am a writer, I've never published a book before, but I'm working on it, right now I work at the local restaurant, it's just me, the owner and three other girls, and then the kitchen workers, that's it. It's Wednesday evening and my shift just ended, I took off my maroon apron, waved bye to Aaron, the owner, took a pastry off the counter, showed it to Aaron, who just smiled and winked, I left the restaurant, and started my ten minute walk home, on the way I saw Geoffrey, a homeless man

Lucy's POV I keep on looking around the enormous dome, trying to find Lucifer from the crowd of people busy clamoring and making sophisticated noises. I was asked by my parents to attend one of our investors’ Birthday GALA. It’s so stupid of me to assume that Lucifer would actually waste his time attending this kind of event when he barely attends dinner parties even intimate ones. “Oh my gosh, Look who’s here!” I leaned over the back of my seat and shifted my gaze towards the person who just talked. “What are you doing here?” I automatically inquired upon seeing the face of Stacey A.K.A Silicon Queen who’s wearing a red halter dress paired with her usual heavy make-up look.

I pick up my shot, “We don’t have time for number three.” Not that Stace would need any reasons not to jump the guy's bones, she has the kind of confidence I wish I had. Stace is a natural beauty; she has a light smattering of freckles across her face and beautiful thick straight red hair with a hint of brown. Her eyes are the purest green I’ve ever seen. We’re the same height, but she has a figure to die for with curves in all the right places. Stace’s mother lovingly calls her a heartbreaker; society would call her a slut.