Stacey Staxx True Story Novels & Stories

“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.

When he reach her workplace, sitting in his Black he Lamborghini Veneno saw a girl push through the Cafe door, from her back he could see the familiarity. An old man probably at his late 50's stood near her, looks like he was teasing her, soon there is laughing and the girl turn towards the other side of the Shop and she comes out wearing the black apron and Austin could see through the glasses that in that counter stood his World. Stacey stood in the counter taking orders turn after turns, smiling politely to everyone around her. Oblivious to who was watching her. She was a beauty that had grown from the ashes of brokenness yet here she stood confidently without the care of world around her

"Do you know who you've been talking to for the past seven months? It wasn't heather stassie's friend... It was Stassie." His hands trembled uncontrollably, fingers twitching with nervous energy. The unexpected revelation had sent shockwaves through his entire being. He stumbled back, his body recoiling as if struck by an invisible force. Then his face contorted with a mix of disbelief and shock. Victoria continued, her gaze never leaving Eden. "Stassie has been catfishing you. She's been pretending to be Heather. And all of her friends are in on it. They've been doing this for money."

She would do the same plan that she always did. A month had passed, and she had done the same thing over and over again. It was at night-time and Lexie and Adrianna had come to her room. "That cafe must be that good." Adrianna said. "Yeah, I like the food." As she lied. She didn't want them to know that she went there for a guy that she hadn't even seen for a whole month or that she would never see. Alissa went back to the cafe the next afternoon. She felt despondent, even the girl who served there knew who she was now. She had become a regular customer.

If low-level officers could be bribed to lie for me, what about the esteemed chief? Why would he cover for me? Plus, the stamp on the file couldn't be faked. Until that moment, Linda, who had been self-conceited her whole life, saw the truth: the daughter she despised was really gone. The morgue was kept frigid to preserve bodies. The chill nipped at even the most bundled-up staff members, causing them to shiver involuntarily.

My eyes widened frantically, “Not at all. The part worth discussing is where I mentioned how a stalker broke into my apartment last night.” “Okay, okay,” Thea held her hands up in a mock surrender, “Creepy psycho stalker breaking in your apartment…a very important detail indeed,” but of course, her seriousness lasted only three seconds and then she was back to grinning maniacally, “But the part where that mysterious masked man exuding dark, sexy vibes called you Little Muse? That’s straight outta dark romance novel, girlie.” I let out a heavy groan, “Thea! This isn’t one of your spicy romance books. This is my real life. And just FYI, this is how women like me end up on true crime podcasts.”

"I’ve done enough dirty jobs to know how people like you operate... And guess what? After some digging, I found Cassia’s parents’ old lawyer. Turns out, he knows the full story of what really happened to them." For a brief second, Mrs. Sinclair’s eyes widened, but she quickly covered it with a dry laugh. Stacy wasn't quick to notice. "You can pretend all you want, but I know the truth. So here’s the deal; pay me what you promised. The fortune. Or I start talking." With that, she stood up, flashed a smug smile and walked out, head high. Mrs. Sinclair’s jaw clenched, her hands curling into fists at her sides as she glared at the doorway Stacy had disappeared through. "That filthy girl… this is

And his company is one of the companies that's growing rapidly. "Bryan, oh my god. What happened to you?" Stacy, Bryan's mother inquired worriedly the moment She saw her son dressed in bandages. Bryan shook her hand away and settled down heavily on the couch in their living area. The TV is running with the news of how Bruce Smith of the Smith entertainments tried to molest a young model. The said model was sobbing with grief with a mask to hide her face. Bryan's face is twisted with anger. "Bryan, what is happening out there?" Stacy inquired worriedly.

I'd seen that move coming a mile away. I'd already removed the Exchange Crystal from the necklace and slipped it into my pocket long before she got her hands on it. Now it was my turn. "Funny you mention seeing things with your own eyes. I saw you with mine, spending every night at hotels with random guys for a month straight before the Trials. A zero isn't exactly shocking, is it?" The air around us went dead still. Everyone had seen her party photos, and now the doubt was creeping in fast.