Novel & Cerita Stacy Russell

He might be hot from head to toe but I don't like his attitude. "Kayla" My uncle hugged me briefly. "Hey" I smiled. "What brings you here?" "I'm going to tutor my friend, he'll come here. Call me Carla okay when he's here" I reminded him and he gave me a thumbs up. I looked at the weather outside and since it was beautiful and nice, I decided to sit outside. Suddenly my phone rang.. it was Anastasia. "Hey Kayla!!" Stacy is my best friend and she's an actress. We have been friends for a long time because my dad and her dad are music producers.

“We'll give them something they aren't expecting.” Xavier smiled. “What?” Lucas looked at him. “Me.” --- Inside the mansion, Stacy walked through a dark corridor. Her footsteps echoed through the empty building. She held a small flashlight in one hand. Her other hand remained close to her weapon. She reached the end of the corridor. A door stood slightly open. Stacy pushed it. The room was empty. On a wooden table sat a single envelope. She approached slowly. The envelope had her name on it. STACY MORGAN.

She opened a few big charts on the dining that were delivered today at the house, before carefully observing them and making small notes with pencil. My eyes couldn’t help but trail down from her honey coloured hair tied up in a bun as few loose strands cascaded down her neck. My eyes further trailed down to her loose white dress which did nothing to hide those beautiful curves. I felt the urge to touch her but I couldn’t. God, this is going to be a nightmare. It could take months to catch the stalker. Was I not allowed to touch her or kiss her at all? How is this fair? Aaah fuck it!

Harry's eyes fell on her. Stacy was wearing a red dress with a square collar and a waist-length design. Under the skirt, her pale calves were exposed. Feeling his gaze, Stacy explained, "I'm afraid I'll embarrass you if I dress casually. After all, I am your 'wife'." She was afraid that Ethan and others would see that she and Harry didn't love each other. On the lunch break, she went back to the villa. This was her 18th birthday present sent by Ryan. She had never wore it before.

My fiance was running down shirtless while trying to buckle his belt and right behind him, a lady in his shirt was walking down the stairs too. Holy fuck. “Maria?” His eyes widened and my mouth formed an iron 'o'. Wow. “Who is this?” The woman behind him cooed, looking at me with confusion. A stupid slut who had never heard the name. “My name…” I murmured as I removed the engagement ring on my finger. “Is Maria Rodriguez, bitch and bastard!” I threw the ring to the floor and walked out. I was so stupid. How could I not have seen it before? Was I really that oblivious to how he had behaved? God, I was so stupid.

I say before I can talk myself out of it. His eyes catch on mine for a beat, then soften. “Beth, then.” I swear Rachel chokes on her own smirk beside me. I turn to gesture between them. “Dr. Cole, this is Rachel Evans, our photographer for the shoot. Rachel, this is—” He steps forward, offering a firm, polite handshake. “Stacy. Please, call me Stacy. We’re all going to be working closely today.” Rachel shakes his hand, eyes glinting. “Oh, I’ll call you Puddin’, Pumpkin, or Papi—whatever flavor you’re into.” She purrs the words like she’s auditioning for a phone sex line.

she tells her with a fake smile. “Why don’t you join us in our table, Celia?” Stacy tries to pull her in her circle of friends by grabbing her by the arm. Stacy is the Gamma’s daughter. She is the second best Lorcan’s potential mate next to Celia. Celia gave Stacy a small smile. “I’m sorry, Stacy. I came here with my friend Raven.” Raven gave them all an uneasy smile when their attention turned to her. Stacy and her friends forces a fake smile when they saw the outfit she wore here.

I bolted up in joy, unconsciously hugging Kelly. It seemed pretty ridiculous but it was worth the wait. I looked at my best friend and a wave of fright coursed through me, she wasn't looking all happy and jovial anymore, she was full of bad energy and lingering eyes. I could feel her offloading dozens of rage aura and she could wolf out if I moved any nearer. "Rachael, you have been chosen by the moon goddess to become the Luna of the Crimson Moon Pack thereby becoming the Alpha's Mate," Sari said, hitting his bong staff on the floor.

“He thinks you’re Elira.” Rachel nodded slowly. “Seems like I might be.” More silence. “Is that why he likes you?” Stacy asked suddenly. “Because you’re some magical moon goddess or something?” Rachel turned. “No. He liked me before he knew.” “He doesn’t like you,” Stacy muttered. “He loves you.” Rachel didn’t answer that. “I just…” Stacy’s voice cracked. “I’ve already lost one mom. I can’t—” Rachel blinked. “You think I’d replace her?”

Zita said to them. "Where is her mother? Has she mysteriously fallen ill?" Fiona said mockingly. Tracey sniggered. "I'm right here." A voice said boldly from the staircase. All eyes were at that direction-the staircase. Rebecca was at the landing, close to a step and held the handrail. Her curly hair fell on her shoulder; her dress was an off-the-shoulder dress with three steps designed on it. The jewel on her pendant glinted as the light from bulb reflected on it. Fiona rolled her eyes when she saw her.