Stace Rust Novels & Stories

"You paraded yourself onto a stage yesterday to publicly humiliate me, and now you think you can sit in a private restaurant drinking his wine like you've won? You are a delusion, Stacy. You are nothing but a parasite looking for a payout." I fucking don’t even know what is going on. "You arrogant little bitch," Stacy sneered, wiping the wine from her eyes with the back of her manicured hand. The smug, victorious facade she had been wearing just moments ago completely fractured, revealing a vicious, ugly desperation beneath. "You think that ring on your finger actually means something? You think you know the man sitting at this table?" "I know exactly who he is," I fired back, aggravating he

Stacey smiled at him “Hi! I don't know if Alexia has told you about me, but I am Stacey and I have been dying to meet you guys. It's a pleasure to finally get to see you. Now that we have that out of the way, which of you is Austin because I can't seem to tell you guys apart” she said in a rush. Austin arched an eyebrow at her inquisitiveness as he crossed his arm over his chest. “That will be me”

' Arthur thought to himself. "My friend here would like to talk to you sir!" Nicole said enthusiastically, then she walked away, leaving Arthur and Stacey. Stacey was a bit nervous."It was not my idea at all…. I didn't know you were here Mr Stark." She didn't want Arthur to think she was following him. "Uh huh." Arthur was not believing her. The Roth's are the most shameless people he had ever met, so he was sure she was following him. Stacey smiled faintly. "So… Mr Stark what have you been up to these days?" Stacey asked in a friendly voice.

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.