Stacey Abrams Novel Novels & Stories

"But it's the truth." "I know, Abs." Stacy said, pushing herself off the ground with her forearms, to sit crisscrossed. "But, what I'm saying is, do you think Tessa may have gotten the idea that you would've been embarrassed or disgusted by it being true?" She asked me.

Toxic secret threesome between stepdaughter, her stepdad, and her own mom, or a girl who gives heavy, forbidden touch of her best friend's Dad. See what happens when a neighbor’s husband takes what he desires on his matrimonial bed. Topping off in an unhinged, all-out family gangbang where every single boundary is destroyed. Every dirty forbidden dynamic you have been too ashamed to type into a search bar is waiting for you here. Warning: Once you open this book, you won’t want to stop. Dare to dive in… and let your sins set you free. If you like your heroine being ruined, and your plots completely unhinged, click on READ NOW and surrender to your darkest desires.

Somehow, the sight looked even more heartbreaking than actual tears, making it difficult for her to look away. Stacey was sobbing, her shoulders trembling uncontrollably as blood continued to roll down her pale face. Clearly, her mental state hadn't been good from the very beginning, and hearing Victor's relentless words that continued pushing her closer and closer to the edge had finally broken the last remaining strength she had been desperately holding onto. Whatever resolve she once possessed had completely crumbled, leaving behind nothing but immense sadness, guilt, and confusion. It reached the point where she had begun listening to every word Victor told her, something Jane never thou

..I kept reading and I realised how much South really loved Stacey and I started doubting my feelings for Cian, if I should go back to him despite the odds so he doesn't end up heart broken like South. I found a second book to read and I began to read it while South was trying to write somethings down on his notepad but he kept looking at me like he was writing about me or my presence gave him inspiration but I ignoted his eyes and concentrated on the book I was reading. This book was titled PSYCHODRAMA.

An hour ago I was in the bustling square of New York, cramped with people and possibility, now I’m in the middle of nowhere, and the last living person I saw must have been at least 20 minutes back. I get a sinking feeling about being stuck alone with The Madame, but it could be worse. It could be Jaxon. Plus, if she tries anything, my trusty gun is always ready to offload a bullet into someone’s brain. “Enough about me.” Stacy finally, finally says, “Tell me about you.” I nearly sigh a huge breath of relief, but her sudden interest in me is enough to still keep my guard up. “What’s there to know? I’m young. I’m sexy. I shouldn’t be in the middle of fucking nowhere.”

“He won’t. Can’t you see how manipulative he is? If you won’t believe me, ask him about Elena.” Stacey’s heart dropped. She set her phone aside quickly, eyes scanning the room for anyone watching her but she saw no one suspicious. “Is everything alright?” Adrian asked, noticing her shift. “Not really… I feel dizzy. Can we leave?” Stacey said, suddenly overwhelmed, suddenly unsafe. “Of course,” Adrian said immediately, signaling the waiter and paying the bill without hesitation. They left the steakhouse, but Stacey’s mind stayed trapped on that message. ☆☆☆☆☆

She walked to the glass windows that overlooked the city and sigh. Once she did considered her feelings for Wayne as lust and infatuation but not now. She didn't enjoy being with guys that much. She's known Wayne ever since he started working for Zachary, and that's a year and half ago. It was his smile, killer looks and sturdy built that had sent her feelings on fire. Now that fire seems to kindle and lights more fiercely. Stacey runs her hand down her hair and return to the bed. She stare at the laptop in frustration. She cocked her brows as an idea pops on her mind. She never did searched about Mrs Grace. She sighed and pulled the laptop closer. She typed on it and it pops up immediately.

Abram replied, but his thoughts were on Zara. He couldn’t believe his best friend would hurt his mother and pretend to be innocent. He was sure her rape was also staged, and George was telling the truth. Did she kill him too? “Just how fucked up is your life Abi?” Dan asked. He wasn’t sure how Abram could keep his sanity with so much going around him. “What do you think?” came his quick reply with a devil smirk. “I know that smirk, and it’s not a good sign,” he shook his head.

In the process of studying the room, Stacy noticed the small shelve on the left side of the room filled with novels which actually shocked her to the core. "Woah!! So Mr. Yates read novels? But he doesn't look like one who would love to read novels a tiny bit. This should perhaps belong to someone else cause it's rather shocking! why the hell would someone like Bruce Yates love to read novels? What was it even doing in his room in the first place?!” Stacy screamed in her head. "But on second thoughts. It's not even that bad. It's giving off a green flag guy,” Stacy shrugged with a small flow of blood on her cheeks.