Stacy Russell Novels & Stories

Stacy muttered to herself, as she made her way to the kitchen, with her eyes glued to her phone, scrolling through more news to read more. “He is truly impressive. Increased stocks and multiplied assets even over the months without a physical presence? This man is so amazing,” Stacy said to herself again, as a modest smile danced on her lips, her eyes glistening with fondness for Carlton as she scrolled through his pictures on the internet, while downloading most of them. “Such a fine man,” she mouthed again and again, as she checked for more pictures. In less than ten minutes, while still trying to fix something delicious, Stacy felt someone's strong arms wrap around her waist from behind,

Sapphire blushed in embarrassment as whisked the chocolate batter. "I do but I wear normal ones...not the one which once your husband will see you and won't leave till you are pregnant with triplets!" A gush of embarrassment brewed in Sapphire and before she could think anything, the whisk flew out of her hand to hit the shameless Selena ! Selena ditched the the whisk and grinned victoriously. She turned to pick up the the whisk from the floor but was left star struck to find James Ronaldo behind her with the batter spread on his face and shoulders.

Stacy. She had appeared out of nowhere like a shadow sliding into place. Her black hair was messy in a purposeful way, bits of it falling across her dark eyeliner. Her tattoos peeked out from her sleeves whenever she moved, lines and shapes Tina didn’t have time to decipher. The combat boots made her a little taller than Tina remembered. “Hey there, birthday girl,” Stacy said, her voice low and smooth, almost lost under the bass. She gave Tina a look that felt like a spark catching. “I’m Stacy. Jenna’s chaos partner. You look like you need a break from Chad-tastic.”

He took it all in one swallow, hoping it would burn away the tight coil of dread forming in his gut. He glanced toward the hallway where he could hear Serena humming faintly as she folded laundry. She was happy. Light. Glowing. And that innocence, that sense of peace she had only recently started to wear like a second skin, would be shattered if she ever learned the truth from someone like Stacy. And Stacy was dangerous. Especially when she had leverage. ***** Stacy stood in front of her full-length mirror, a devious smile curling on her glossy lips as she slipped into her red silk dress. It clung to her figure like a second skin, seductive and commanding all at once.

Instead, she delays by uttering, "Wait for a moment, I need to tidy up my clothes. It's everywhere because I looked for my favorite hoodie last time." "All right." Stacy waits and sits patiently. She then takes a gulp of a can of rootbeer. It is always her habit to drink or eat something sweet whenever she feels sad and gloomy. "TEK.." The loud noise from the speaker comes a few seconds after. It clearly shows up Skyla sitting in front of the webcam in her light green tank top with her flat expression. "What do you want to vent, Babe?" She asks, furrowing her eyebrows altogether. By the time she inquires, she already assumes that Stacy will talk about June again. She knows how insane she is

Not the one she plasters on her to fool others, but the one that comes right from her heart. “Why are you staring at me?” asked Rachel. “You're beautiful,” I said, the first thing that came to mind while looking at her. “Yeah, and you're just a fool,” She replied, laughing out loud. “Stop buttering me up, and watch the screen.” I turned my head to the screen of the television, groaning out loud. “What so interesting about a bunch of people sucking their faces in a setup lone island,” Rachel turned her face, weirdly eyeing me. “First it is not sucking face kissing. Second, I'm bored. That's why I'm watching a bunch of rubbish on the television.”

Although she had seen him in the dark and she couldn't deny, he was irresistible in the dark as well. Sebastian closed the distance with his long legs as Stacy stepped back instinctively. His eyes never left her and as his eyes looked at her from top to bottom, she felt like she wasn't wearing a thing. Her knee length skirt and blouse felt transparent and she wanted to cover herself with an extra layer. Sebastian recited her life in a few sentences, "Stacy Cyrus, working as an editor in City Scape. Recently been promoted and an editor of the news where Sebastian Rodriguez is also a suspect."

Probably some guy gave her a fake number in the bar. "I know what it is. But who are you?" She again asks me anxiously. "I am secretary of the President of the Damison Group. My name is Ethan Stone." I reply to her irritatingly, as she is wasting my time. I need to go home and take a lavender bath with my rubber ducks.

He promised himself that he would take her out on a date soon, just like they used to go. A knock on the door startled him. It was Stacy. Stacy was a beautiful woman, with her beautiful figure, brown eyes, long legs, and blond hair. But beauty was not the reason why she was working as his assistant. Along with beauty Stacy had brains. She was as intelligent as she was beautiful. She was excellent when it came to business and therefore was in charge of handling the company in his absence.

My earrings catch the light when I move, and the simple bracelet on my wrist feels cool against my skin. I press my hands against my stomach, feeling the tiny life growing inside me. It’s a weird mix of excitement, fear, love, and something I can’t quite name. A shaky breath escapes me. This is it. No turning back now. Suddenly, a knock on the door makes me jump as my heart skips a beat, and I grip the edge of my dress, pulse racing. Before I can react, Stacy sweeps into the room, looking every bit like the professional event planner she was born to be. Her blonde hair is styled to perfection, while wearing a deep blue dress hugging her frame, with a clipboard in hand as if she’s overseeing