Stacy Moretti Novels & Stories

She rises up with a smile, while I get scared that Adrian would shout at her, as he's always rude, thinking this is one of Phoenix's family. "I'm Stacy, the daughter of the Alpha of the Blue Moon Pack and the future Alpha of the pack." I watch as Adrian's face gets occupied with an amazed expression, he smiles and extends his hand to her for her to shake, which she gladly does. He loves seeing women who aim higher, are confident in themselves and are willing to do what people think can only be done by their male counterparts. "You're welcome to my house."

"Let's give it up... to the Herald of Dexo Fernia, the shadow assassin! The daughter of Hikaris himself… VERONICA!" Chest out, shoulders back, I walked out of the dark and turned my gaze to every corner of the coliseum, and with a devilish grin on my lips, I raised my weapon and they screamed my name… just how I want them to. "And her challenger..." the announcer paused for a while, I crossed my arms and everyone went silent, patiently waiting until, "another daughter of Hikaris, the Mistress of Dexo Fernia, Elspeth!"

“We are against taller players.” “Height doesn’t matter,” I said. “You have a spring on your jump, so you’re going to be fine.” Chelsea stretched out his arms. “Looks like our bosses are playing tennis for the last games for today.” “Hence the outfit,” Peach remarked. “But who’s with Stark today?” “The redhead?” Chelsea asked. “Yeah. She looks familiar.” She pointed out the lower box to our left, where Stark and the woman were sitting together watching the games. “Francesca Moretti. She’s an Italian tennis star and an artist,” Chelsea said, which she had already told me at home last night. “They’re playing in pairs today, I guess.”

“But you have to be very careful. Once Stacy resurfaces and has her eyes on something, she won’t rest until she gets it.” “But what could I possibly have that she wants?” I asked, confused. Mira hesitated. “Matteo. I guess that’s what she wants.” “But Matteo doesn’t want her,” I said quickly. “He made that clear that day.” “As you can see, that doesn’t deter her,” Mira replied. “Stay safe, babes. I don’t want you getting hurt.” She gave my lap a comforting pat. The ride back home was silent. Neither of us spoke. The encounter with Stacy replayed in my mind again and again, each word carving deeper into my thoughts. I had a terrible feeling that I had stepped into something far bigger than I

And it was too late for her to run away because she was caught before the chase could even begin. A bitter chuckle escaped her lips as she weakly held onto the table, her knees weakening as the realization finally sank in. Shan Moretti... is a Mafia.

IMPORTANT PHONE NUMBERS, it says. Goosebumps rise on my hands. It’s so laughable it’s almost like he planted this here for me. What was he doing with celebrity numbers this early in the morning, and is it possible that Moretti’s number is in here? I flip through the book carefully, reading through the “M” section, fully convinced I wouldn’t see his name. But sure enough, there he is, Nicco Moretti, right under Darnell Moresa, the famous dancer who now owns a string of popular restaurants.

Jerome narrated and giggled because it's funny to him how the whole him fell into her act. "What! I can't believe I ever loved that witch! Oh my God, no wonder she was an actress, she really played you." Stacy said, slapping her forehead. "So, I was drunk, she took me to a hotel, stripped me, took pictures of me and her in a compromising situation and released the pictures and videos to the paparazzi." He further said. Stacy was shocked. But how didn't she knew about any of this, despite being a fan of Katrina.

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 woman's voice is exactly like the voice of the woman that has haunted her mind in recent days. Kay looked up at Logan's blue eyes. "What's your name, Signore?" That's when Logan could see the eyes of the woman he was looking for. But she has a different face to Katy Jackson. Curiosity fills Logan's mind. "Moretti. Logan Moretti. What about you, Signora?" Damn Kay can't use her brain properly. The combination of surprise reunited Logan and shock as her body reacts when Logan is so close to her that Kay can't think.