Stacey Staxx True Story Novels & Stories

“Stacey is not an ordinary woman… she’s a psychopath” She’s a psychopath? Is she even telling the truth or making up stories again to drag Stacey? Right now, I don’t know which one to believe and which one should not. “Thank you for the time, Mrs. Marissa” Ken and I left her house. As we entered the car, Ken asked. “Do you believe her?” “One way to find out is to hear the two sides of the story” “You want to meet Stacey?” “Yeah” Ken didn’t ask more questions and just drove. I had to find her social media to know where she lives and asked people around about her whereabouts until one of them told us an exact location.

“Everything I’ve gathered so far. It’s… substantial.” Mark took the file, flipping it open with mild disinterest - until the first photo of Aria clipped to the page made him pause. A frown deepened across his face as he read through the notes and scanned the attached records. “Her name was Stacey Adams?” he asked, incredulous. “Stripped at a place called The Starlight Lounge?” Victor gave a curt nod. “Ex-stripper. And, according to my source, she also worked as an escort.”

His eyes turned glassy as tears welled up, “Anyway, I will tell you everything.” Then he began to reveal the bitter part of his life, “Charlotte was pregnant with Xander when Stacy came back again seeking help…” He went on to say without stopping for a while. Tears streamed down, reminiscing the past. After explaining everything, he wiped the tears off his face and added, “Stacy is a cunning woman. Using this, she began to blackmail me. She had taken so much of my money." His face darkened progressively at the name of Stacy. The hatred was evident on his face.

Aiden replied by adding a smile emoticon. Sasha returned his messages back, along with an incoming message from Stacy and this was what Aiden was most worried about. Stacy was very aggressive, without being provoked she always tried to seduce him with her body, especially when she also read the story. It must be very bad because Stacy is often paired with Aiden for photoshoots. "Aiden, is this true story about you?" Stacy wrote in her message. "What is the story ?" He replied. "The title is I Know You Want Me. The gossip of this story is based on your experience."

Alice mustered enough courage to ask as she handed the crying Stacey a box of tissues. ‘He pushed her down the stairs and when the...when the cops came they....they....he claimed she was depressed which she really was and commited suicide,he begged me Alice and what could I do?? He was the one taking care of me,my parents never really did care and he promised he was going to change.The police dropped the investigation and that was all'.Stacey explained and Alice rose to her feet,backed up by the door and bursted into tears. It couldn't be happening,it just wasn't happening!!!.

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.

Motherf*cker b*tch! "Hey! Watch it!" I said while holding my hurt nose. "Didn't you know? THAT someday you were talking about had already happened. I needed you, and I need someone like you. Billionaire who's willing to pay me in exchange for sex. It's true and I admit it. But if it's you AGAIN, well, not anymore. Mark my word, I will never come to you again." Stacey's POV After doing my work with that weird, arrogant, insolent, entitled, and rich guy, I went straight to my school.

I ask Steven and Melvin answers instead. “I’m so tired of doing the beats. I would’ve requested for a song from him.” They sit in front of us. I realize that I don’t know much about them... even Harris. “What do you mean?” I ask. I realize that they know me, but I don’t know anything about them. “Harris is a singer,” Stacey answers. “But not that mainstream singer, he has been doing gigs at night to release stress from his work.” “Why? What does he do?”

Christiana said to her. Amiriam's throat tightened. "Of course I do. I care more about my peace." The next day, Stacy's face was on every site that provided gossip. The headlines were sympathetic at first. But rumors followed. A Reddit thread published hospital documents from an anonymous nurse that said Stacy had once had a reversal of paternity action in Atlanta. A podcast host discovered footage of her dancing in a nightclub under another name. And then Ethan Scott emerged. Ethan stepped out of a black sedan into the thrum of popping camera shutters. Bronze-skinned, statuesque, athletic. The kind of guy who used to feature on energy drink billboards.

I'm still cuffed to the bed and naked, completely at his disposal. I wish I would've been smarter about tonight, but I can't take any of it back now. It's all too late. Everything has already happened. He raped me more than once while I was passed out, luckily. I look down at my naked body and cringe at the noticeable scars from Brixton's markings and the new marks that Callum gave me to try and cover Brixton's. I shake my head, even knowing this is no one's fault but my own because I put myself in this situation by being in this line of work. But still. I can't believe it happened. Is it enough to make me quit, though? Probably not. But I'm gonna tear Stacks a new fucking asshole for sellin