Stacey O'brien Novels & Stories

Do I have dementia? “Oh dear, you look confused.” She says as she laughs a little, “Come with me, I feel like I should introduce you to some people.” She says and I blindly follow her. Too confused to know what’s going on. “This is Gwen, Harry, Marie, Penelope, Daphne, Kyle, Daryl, Juliette, Sarah, Seb, Ron, Terry and of course Dave.” My eyes widen when I realize what is happening. Oh. My. God.

The woman looked familiar. "Hey there, Ms. Emily Collins, right? I'm Stacy," the woman introduced herself warmly, extending her hand. Emily shook her hand, recognizing the famous Stacy Mason—the renowned stylist often associated with A-list personalities and influential families. "Stacy? As in Stacy Mason?" “Yeah, that's me,” Emily's eyes widened, realizing why the woman looked familiar. She never imagined her boss would personally contact such a well-known figure to assist her with styling. Did she have that terrible taste?

The man was a demon, cared for no one and his presence was scary. I dipped my rag into the bucket of soap water, squeezed it and resumed cleaning the newly done marble floors of the cave. "What do you think he does with the omegas he constantly calls into his chambers?" "I would love to find out." Stacey rolled her eyes. She wasn't born an omega like me. She was a rogue from an attacked pack whose members were accepted into ours as omegas. She had the most beautiful red curly hair ever and bright blue eyes that appeared silver sometimes.

The driver rushed to open her door, then circled back to park while Stacy, exuding confidence, glided inside. All eyes followed her as she crossed the lobby toward the elevators. Stacy wasn't just beautiful-she radiated the aura of someone who belonged in the spotlight. A few employees greeted her in passing. She responded with nothing but a haughty smile. They weren't worth more. "I'm here to see Mr. Davenier," Stacy announced to Diana, Roger's secretary, who stood outside his office. "Of course, I'll just-" "No need," Stacy cut her off, brushing past. "I'm the brand ambassador for this company. It's only natural for me to step inside."

She and my nana talks for a while before she goes back inside to get her children so they could follow me to the shop. Ms.May comes back out with two people behind her, a boy and a girl. The boy is really tall, looking to be around 6'1, with neat curly hair on his head. The girl is around my height but with a more curvy body, and she is gorgeous with her curly hair as well. "This my son, Dave, and my daughter, Xeno." she says as she points to the boy and the girl. "Hey, nice to meet you, I'm Lesha, Ms.Ox's granddaughter. Thank you for agreeing to show me where the shop is." I say warmly as I look at them with a smile.

She just needed to think and after sometime,it seemed like she had remembered and then, she curiously spoke. "Wait! Wait! Wait! Do you mean Mr. Evidence Anderson? The owner of the Evidence condom companies Limited? The youngest billionaire? is that whom you are talking about?" she asked and Crystabel nodded. "Yes, he is." Crystabel replied. "Hmmmm… So, what about him? What happened?" Anita asked. "I met with him yesterday." Said Crystabel. Anita, hearing that, was shocked and surprised as she could now feel her ears stand to hear more.

“I am Police Commissioner Josephine Boyle. You have information pertaining to Doctor Springfield.” Relaxing slightly; Stacey picks up the briefcase full of files she was carrying. “Mr Spencer said to speak with you and you will be able to help. I’m a gynaecologist at Rocky Valley Hospital. I’ve had patients come through; some as young as 16 who were pregnant and addicted to opioid based drugs” she tells her. Even though everyone knew Simone and Emmett were known as Drake and Leona Spencer; Stacey thought it was best to use their alias’s rather than their real names.

he mutters under his breath as I signal for Hunter to continue. Hunter works through Hayley, then Megan and Gemma before finally we get to the last contestant. “Contestant one Stacey Soley of the Bluemoon pack 19 years old,” Hunter begins as I drown him out with the beat of my heart as my blood roars in my veins her sharp blue eyes seem to tease me that even now she is within my reach and yet still out of my grasp. My eyes rake over her fucking perfect body. The perfect temptress.

jezz Stacey you sound like a testy bitch'' she scolded herself then walked out of the elevator slowly swinging her hips knowing that South was still looking at her and she actually wanted him to come over and flirt with her again but at the same time she knew if he did she'll be in his bed the next day and that's what she was avoiding because she doesn't have time to that but she wanted a serious relationship now she can't afford to be distracted but damn she told her self. " I haven't had sex for a year now and that guy looks satisfying" she said and laughed silently before finally walking into the meeting room. She was right in front of Mr Evans as she held the door open to enter the larg

“Thanks Vicky.. uhmmm please can I ask you something.?” “Yes. Go on? Anything the matter?” The nurse serious expression matched Laura’s own. Etched with concern. “Right .. uhh there’s no problem, I just wanted to ask about the lady who just went in to see Dr. Liam. The err red haired plus sized. Yh.. that angry looking one.” Laura tried to hide the bitterness in her tone. “Oh?.. that’s Stacey. We heard she’s like a best friend to your mans sister. That’s Anne McGorrith? Yh. Stacey.” Vicky replied with a snarl. Not bothering to hide her own distaste.