Stacey Halprin Novels & Stories

Probably some guy gave her a fake number in the bar. "I know what it is. But who are you?" She again asks me anxiously. "I am secretary of the President of the Damison Group. My name is Ethan Stone." I reply to her irritatingly, as she is wasting my time. I need to go home and take a lavender bath with my rubber ducks.

I had finished cleaning the kitchen, under the guidance of Margaret. She was an Omega and an elderly servant, whom to my knowledge, was Hawthorne's most trusted maid. She had decided to help relieve me of some duties and had sent some maids to replace me. “Take a break, Aurora. You will need it.” She said as she gave me a look of pity. She knew, they are knew that I’ve become Killeen’s new sex toy. However, I refused. “Don’t worry. I will take my break, when I clean the Alpha’s room.” I informed her and hesitantly, she nodded and I headed toward Hawthorne's room.

— Luciana knew that they were talking about the little girl. —Well, that makes me very happy, I think you already know most of them, so before starting the meeting, I'm going to introduce you to my beautiful daughter, the person in charge of the company, Luciana Brown, honey, this is Santiago O 'Brien — Santiago smiled as he finally knew who the beautiful woman was and extended his hand.

“She might not love you but she would never do something like that.” “Do you think I cheated on her?” Allen scoffed. “What would I gain from having a mistress? My parents would kill me but she…she has all the right to do that.” “Enough all of you.” Old Grandpa shouted. “I will handle this but until then this matter stays in this room, until then prepare for the big day.” “What big day?” A voice shouted from behind. It was one of the shareholders of The Rodriguez's group. “I hope you do not plan on making her the chairman of the company after her infidelity.”

Wine flowed freely, and a live quartet played jazz in the background, their melodies weaving seamlessly with the laughter and conversations of the evening. When Stacey walked in that night, wearing a simple but stunning black dress that hugged her figure and fell gracefully just below her knees, my breath caught. The lights reflected in her eyes, and for a moment, it felt as though the entire room stilled to acknowledge her presence. She wasn’t just the woman I had fallen for quietly over the years, she was a Teacher, an author, a force, someone who had poured herself onto the page and risen above every scar her past had left behind.

"Secondly, as you may have heard we lost Allison Wade, a much loved pack member, to this war, we are hoping to retrieve her body and give her the send off she deserves, that being said, if anyone has any information they think may be relevant, please come to my office immediately after we conclude tonight's meeting." She nods towards Darius and he escorts the potential Alpha's from the stage, the entire crowd, which had been muttering after her previous announcements falls silent, watching Flame as she once again, faces the crowd. "Our final bit of business this evening is to reinstate Cain Harding in his rightful place as co-Alpha." She smiles at me, offering her hand out for me to join her

If I hadn’t seen what I’ve seen and done what I’ve done. She leads me down the hall from her daughter’s room to her own, and on the way, Taylor tells me all about her mate, Cyrus, who is also the beta of Reid’s pack. Apparently the adjustment to parenthood has been rough on both of them, but Cyrus has stepped up more than she ever expected him to. Her hazel eyes light up when she talks about her mate, her wavy shoulder-length honey brown hair bouncing as she speaks animatedly.

“And you must be Stacy.” She nodded and took the seat across from me, crossing her legs with elegance. “Stacy Reynolds,” she confirmed, “I’m thrilled you reached out. I’ve heard you’re someone who gets what she wants.” I leaned back and laced my fingers together as I studied her. “I do. And I think you’re exactly the person I need for a special project. Something that requires discretion, charm, and a certain flair for drama.” “You had me at ‘drama.’ Tell me more. What kind of project are we talking about here?”

The lady asked. Anyone would sense the whiff of impatience from her tone. Her clothes were skimpy and tight, even though they appeared corporate. She showed too much skin. Alyssa scrunched her nose, that was a lot of perfume. There was no way she was allowing this person see Harrison. “Yes, is there a problem please?” Alyssa asked, donning a polite smile. The lady visitor instantly brightened up. Then she held out flowers. “My name is Stacey, I work very closely with Mr. Alexander. I didn't know he was feeling unwell until a post was made online. I'd like to come in and see him.”

I was still trying to process the weight of that when Stacy spoke. “If I may ask, sir,” she started calmly, her posture straight with the same quiet confidence she carried during rehearsals, “I’m not technically a student here. I’m an assistant director. I certainly cannot be one of the faces representing theatre.” Mrs. Matley looked oddly proud beside her, like a mother watching her child exceed expectations. Professor Stones gave the closest thing I’d ever seen him give to a smile.