Novel & Cerita Stacey Staxx True Story

"Get out!" Used to my temper, he simply caught the pillow, pecked a quick kiss on my forehead, and walked out the wooden door. I had planned to spend the day resting my aching human joints, but a comm-crystal message from Stacey arrived by midday, asking to meet in secret. After the fallout from Felix’s blood trial, Stacey had left the outer border and come straight to Silvermoon Capital. Being an educated, sharp-witted female, she had quickly secured a high position inside the Greystone Pack Holdings office after passing their intelligence exams.

Stacey’s mouth was stuffed to the brim. That look was weird. Anna, who was at the side, was dumbfounded upon seeing it. As for Stacey, she almost went crazy. She was the granddaughter of the Missouri’s ninth division commander. Wherever she went, she would be mingling around the second or third generation of the noble families. Of course, she was very competitive herself and she had never been subjected to such an inhumane treatment before. Not only did she get slapped and had her hair pulled by someone, but she even got stuffed by heels…

"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

She thought she'd blocked me, but I had a second account. She was out every night at bars and clubs making out with different guys. Her photos showed her looking flushed and satisfied, her skin covered in marks that left nothing to the imagination. The caption read: Last hurrah before graduation. The comments were all praise. The few people who told her to focus on studying got torn apart by her fans. [Do you even know who she is? She's the Alpha's daughter. She doesn't need to study—she'll inherit the pack either way.]

Zara Howard It all happened so quickly, anyone could barely process how our living room turned into a gangster scene from a movie. A drunkard gambler who borrowed too much money from the Mafia and had nothing to offer except for empty promises when it was pay up time. Only difference was this time the drunkard was my stepfather, Chad Hudson and the Mafia was Asher Lancaster, the powerful mob boss, who brought with him 6-7 terrifying armed men. My mother was tightly gripping onto my arm as she tried to drag me and my older sister, Scarlett farther away from them. My eyes, however, were fixated on the scene unfolding right in front of me.

“Would you like one?” “Sure, why not” I took a cigarette; Stacey handed me the lighter I lit it up inhaling the tobacco. “ Have a seat, I need some girl talk” “ Ok” I said sitting right next to her. “ So T, tell me what been up with your life?” “Beside being in juvenile detention for a couple months nothing really?” “Wow, was it that deep?” “ Deep enough to send me away for a few months” “ How?” “ I beat the shit out of my mother boyfriend, for trying to rape me”

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.”

“He—he blackmailed me. He said if I didn’t do what he wanted, he would ruin me. He had... he had a video.” Marshal raised a brow. “A video?” She hesitated. Then, in a barely audible voice, she muttered, “A… our sex tape.” Marshal took a slow sip of his coffee, letting the silence stretch. He needed her to keep talking. “You’re a pretty girl, Stacey,” he mused, watching her carefully. “Prison’s gonna ruin that beauty if you stay in too long.” He set his cup down, interlocking his fingers together. “But I can help you.”

Stacey hissed through clenched teeth. Cass shot back. "You can continue playing your games, Stacey, but I suggest you grow up and like I said find something better to do with your time. Stop ruining people's day and acting like a menace" Cass heard Marcus's footsteps before sighting him, his eyebrows were furrowed as he looked at her, sensing that something had happened. "What's wrong?" Marcus asked, his concern evident. Cass opened her mouth to reply, but before she could say anything, Stacey's voice interjected with a tone of feigned innocence. "Oh, Mr Wells. I am Stacey Richard, the daughter of Judge Richard" Stacey said putting her hands out to shake him.

She lamented, holding her head as she already got an headache. Stacey successfully sneaked out of the house without her father's knowledge. She made sure the workers who saw her did not say anything to her parents. She then took a taxi to the hospital. She went to her room to get some things before leaving the house. She wore a black hoodie and nose mask on her face. She was able to pass by the reporters without arousing any suspicions. She got information on where his room is. She met Matt and some guards standing in front of the room. Matt's eyes widened on seeing her.