Stella Alonso Twisted Lies Novels & Stories

I knew his pack members were watching as he tried to get me to toe the line; he was to be the next alpha; if Jason couldn't get one girl to fall in line and behave, he stood no chance with a pack of wolves. Well, he and his pack were in for a shock because I was no girl; I was no wolf! I was a damn angel! I was a supreme being, and I would not bend or break! "FUCK YOU!" I yelled, seeing his shirt lifted a little in the commotion; his tanned skin and tight muscles teased me as they rippled as he lifted his arm to distribute his punishment again. Seizing my chance, I bit down on his side as hard as I could, tasting the surprisingly luscious taste of his metallic life force. I was determined to

“I grew too close to you. I wanted you outside of work. I wanted to pretend I was yours every single time we were together but I knew I could never have you. I knew I was just a sex toy to you. You paid me solely for sex and I could never have anything more from you.” His face quickly turned toward me. “Why could you never have more with me?” Pushed down the lump at the reminder of what I couldn’t have. My fingers raised and gently touched the bare portion of his firm chest that was exposed. “Because you’re a fireman, and I’m nothing but a prostitute.” “No,” he said as he caught my fingers and raised them to his lips to kiss. “I’m Alaric , and you’re Stella.” My heart shattered into a millio

He heaved a long sigh as if debating if he would answer me or not. "Alonso is dead. But we twisted some truths based on what the alpha wanted. It is also not my desire to lie to everyone, Miss Sunshine." His voice broke in the end as if this was already difficult for him. “But the alpha…he…he ordered us to hide the truth.” Damn it. Knoxx, what the fuck are you thinking right now?

“Damn it, Milo! Why did you have to piss off Don York and his daughter?! Don’t you know who they are?!” Milo lay on the floor and coughed up blood as his mind turned blank. Lily shivered in fear by the side. “Could it be… that Stella really has ties with the Rosa Family? B-But that’s impossible… If she’s so powerful, why did she marry Mr. Cardillo?” Hank spun around and slapped her. “Shut up, you idiot!” Lily fell on the floor and cradled her face, but she did not even dare cry.

I raced back to the living room and snatched my phone from the table, then quickly answered it without checking the caller's ID before the call would end. "Hello?" "Hello, is this Miss Alessandro?" an unfamiliar male voice asked from the other side. I frowned, pulled the phone away from my ear and checked the caller's ID, but found out it's an unknown number. "Hello, am I speaking with Miss Alessandro?" he asked again. "Yes" I answered. "Who is this, please?" •••••••••••• Stella's point of view. *Lala-land's Private Lesson**

“What news have the scouts brought from the capitol? I’ve heard whispers in the tavern that the Alpha King has finally sold the princess off. Is it true?” I nodded, keeping my gaze steady. “Who’s the lucky Alpha?” Rhys asked, clearly curious. “Lukas Grimwood,” I spat, unable to hide my distaste for the shifter. “They say that the princess is treated terribly at the castle. Her father starves and beats her. I can’t imagine she’ll fare better with the Grims.” Rhys groaned. “Fucking Lukas. I heard there was an incident at the castle and he locked himself in the bathroom and hid like a frightened pup. Goddamn coward.”

"Then explain your whereabouts for the past month, Ms. Stella. We found no trace of you after you checked out of a motel. Suddenly, you surface in Alaska. Airport records show you didn't leave town, so where were you? Hiding, plotting your parents' murder?" I struggled to respond. How could I explain my time in a mystical realm without sounding delusional? No one would believe in such a fantasy. "Answer me, Ms. Stella. Confess," Officer Edric demanded, slamming his hand on the table. I flinched at his outburst. "I... I went to New York on a private jet. I came back to meet Mr. Kayden for work," I lied, desperately weaving a story to escape suspicion in my parents' murder.

The fight had been a great fight leaving Derek and Damon with few of their men on their side while the other team had Klaus and a fewer army and a young girl who shortly emerged from the woods. Emma. "That fucking witch tricked us." Damon snarled, gritting his teeths in anger while staring at the traitor's face who had a smile on her lips. "Are you working for him? Derek asked the traitor, pointing at klaus. "Oh no, I don't work for him Derek, i work for someone greater than him, I work for the god of darkness, Lord Voldemort." She stipulated, putting more emphasise on the word "Lord Voldemort".

I practically bolted down the road, heart hammering so hard it hurt. Back inside the apartment, the quiet was suffocating. I clutched Delilah’s phone like a lifeline, her smiling face on the lock screen twisting my stomach. “You idiot,” I whispered under my breath. “You trusted the wrong person.” Stella had lied about everything—her name, her story, her past. She’d walked straight into Delilah’s home, knowing Delilah wouldn’t recognize her, and Delilah, with her soft heart and guilt-ridden soul, had taken her in without question.

"Can I join the discussion later, then?" "Of course babe. Just leave me alone for now. Thank you." I stated. "Your majesty." Stella bows down before me and smirked. "So, let's be honest once and for all. Who are you?" I stated seriously. "I am Stella Grant legal guardian of Timothy Stark bastard son of Alaric Sinclair and Aliza Stark. Hand maid of Aliza Stark. Sex slave of Alaric Sinclair. Bed warmer of Arthur Stark." She replied proudly. "Why did you lie to me?" I asked.