Stacey Abrams Novel Novels & Stories

I haven't even made the connection that Ann might've had Brice at her house. Oh, crap. What if she did? What had she done to him? has she been his stalker all along? "Oh, god...Grady, I don't think I can do this..." my hands were shaky imagining that something might happen to Brice. I just thought Ann might be a little crazy, I needed them to clear her, I didn't think she could actually be the psycho stalker. My nerves were all jumbled up when Grady put the thoughts in my head.

She glanced back at Derick, bent over his book, focused and serious as he scribbled notes. Her heart thudded, a smile tugging at her lips. As if sensing her gaze, he looked up. Their eyes met. Derick smiled. Stacey quickly looked away, her pulse racing, only to realize moments later that he was suddenly beside her. “You like what you see, Miss Edwards?” The book slipped from her hands and hit the floor. “Mr. Steward and Miss Edwards,” the librarian cautioned sharply, “are you aware you’re in the library?” “Sorry, ma’am,” Stacey said quickly, hurrying back to her seat.

Aspen. Stacey thought she was untouchable, mingling with CEOs and senators at a luxurious resort. When she invited me, she expected me to drop everything for her. Instead, I chose to spend the holidays with my family, embracing warmth over her cold, glittering lifestyle. To my surprise, Stacey didn’t argue; she seemed to believe I would return as before. I had begun to see her true self—not the champion she portrayed, but someone far more complex and compromised.

Amy stared at her as her lips touched the tip of the glass. Stacy sat quietly, playing with her phone, refusing every time she offers drink. She had never been to a pub before. Her brother had forbidden her from going any near, yet she came here without telling him. Her hands fidgeted as she heard some heels clacking against the floor, her eyes fixed on them as she saw two blonde women dressed in similar manner as Amy walked towards them, smiling as they noticed her too.

Stacey sneered, as she walked away with her Michael Kors' bag sitting on her shoulder and her matching name brand shoes squeaking down the hallway. Nice. Of course, I had to be her unlucky victim of the day. I pushed my hair behind my ear as I started to reach for my books, one by one. I glanced at the stragglers left in the hall. Unsurprisingly, there were quite a few people still talking about Stacey's scene. Like I said, it's a normal thing for her, a new victim has to deal with her bitch wrath every day. When I finally got all but one book, Stacey's friend, Anne, ran over and kicked the book further away from me.

Abigail smirked when she saw Alexandria stop in her tracks. "How'd you know ?" Alexandria asked with furrowed eyebrows. "I have my ways, even Stacy knows, why the hell didn't you tell us?," Abigail asked, arching one of her eyebrows as she crossed her leg over the other. "I haven't had the chance, you dummy, you make it seem like I committed a heinous crime," Alexandria said, rolling her eyes. "Hey guys, I gotta go," Stacy rushed out of the room in a fitted black gown with long sleeves and a pair of white heels, her raven black hair was tied into a bun, and she had very light make on her face.

Stacy said as she patted Amber’s ass and grabbed a cup from the sideboard, she moved to the coffee machine as Amber answered. “Hey yourself, how are you feeling today?” Amber loved Stacy like a sister; Tyrone was Amber’s lover and Stacy’s mentor, after the fall of the Riverside pack-house the two bonded over the loss of Tyrone and Mal, “I’m OK, I think,” Stacy paused and sipped at her coffee, “Yeah, I’m good, your coffee makes the world turn.” Amber smiled and pecked Stacy on the cheek, “Flattery will not get you extra bacon, now go sit, the rabble will be here soon,”

I signaled to Akeem, and he escorted them out of the room. I knew Mrs. Bassy when we were younger, just like any other kid that grew up in Hell's Gaze would know her. She was the nicest and most disciplined person around, but when her husband died suddenly she was left to fend for her two children, Bridget and Johny. Bridget unfortunately died of cholera two years after the father, and Johny did well for a while before he took a wrong turn and got addicted to drugs. The only good thing he left his mother when he overdosed was the little girl, Haleema. But the circle of violence, poverty and suffering continued. This was the life of most old women in the hoods, a life of unending pain, sorrow

I’d told her about the run-in with my cousin and Julia, and knowing Hera, she had already picked out a dress for me in her head — a scandalous one, in fact, just so it could cause trouble. I threw my head back and shrugged. “I don't know. Honestly, I might not.” “No one would want to go to a botched bitch's party anyway?” She rolled her eyes. “Who even married her? Damien?” I let out a laugh. Stacey's reputation for whoring around spoke far and wide, so much so that it was comical to learn about her marriage. But she did wed a man who was as much of a whore as she was so... Austin Reeves. The bastard had hit on me once when I was still Mrs. Kane.