You Re Never Fully Dressed Without A Smile Alastor Novels & Stories

Carmela Lassiter tapped her feet as she studied her reflection in the elevator. She’s maybe in her fifties but she refused to dress according to her age. She could still wear tight jeans or even short shorts and even a miniskirt! However, for today’s activities, she dolled herself with Hugo’s floral dress and paired the look with a black wedge. Then, she smiled sweetly as she exited the elevator and as always, she looked sophisticated and chic in her outfit. As she walked towards her son’s office, excitement rose within her chest. One of her friend’s daughters just returned from Europe and she’s excited to arrange his marriage to Natalya Caldwell.

"No thanks." Alfredo's also a leader of a gang, and he would ask me to sleep with him in exchange for money. But of course, I'll reject him every time. "Why not? I'm handsome." I chuckle. Yes, he is. He has clear tan skin, masculine facial features, and a good build. He'll pass as an actor if he wants to. But I'm not down with having a relationship with anyone, as well as having s*x. "Oh come on." He chuckles as well.

The sound spread across the courtyard until both packs joined it. Warmth filled my chest. I looked toward the raised ceremonial area. Alpha Viktor stood there beside my parents. My mother covered her mouth with one hand, her eyes shining. My father looked so proud that I almost lost my composure. Then I saw Modric. He stood at the front of the platform wearing formal black with a silver cloak resting across one shoulder. The Alpha crown sat on his head, making him look powerful and distant. But his expression was not distant. He was staring at me.

Well, a little flirting wouldn't hurt, right? Alastair: oh, you alive? (he texted and a few seconds later another text came in) please don't fall yet or think of losing your teeth darling… Holy fuck. He's at it again. I love it when he plays the hard guy sometimes when he sounds authoritative. Me: really? I typed as I smiled behind my phone Alastair: How have you been? Me: Do you want to hear something funny? (Not bothering to wait for a reply, I continued,) … I'm better when I'm outside with some bottles of whiskey and puffing smokes, I mean, I’m never alone.

Is that the reason why his pale face is covered in Blush? Who could the unlucky bumpkin be? “Heyyy…Heyyy..Heyyy..Earth to Alastor….Earth To Alastor..” I called and he immediately snapped out of his so called trance. Instead of his ungrateful self to thank me for breaking that chain, he wanted to bite my arm off, could you imagine. My arm. I snapped it away from him, I mean, how would I drill into girl pussy's without my fingers? “Woah! Did you become more animalistic?” I asked and his glare doubled.

Still there was something about this strict version of him that seemed appealing to her. “Unzip your jacket,” Alastor told her, making her look at him doubtfully but still adhere to it. With the black jacket out of its way her breasts were bulging out of her thin loose tank top that she had worn without a bra. The view was magnificent and enticing enough that Alastor couldn’t help but pinch her nipples that had been straining against their restraints and greeting him. “Look at this,” he teased, “Someone is getting turned on by showing off their body to me.”

And next to him. My heart did a strange, violent flip in my chest. Isla. She was wearing a dress that cost more than a small house. She looked... different. The slumped shoulders were gone. Her skin, which I’d always called 'pasty,' glowed under the Ravencurse chandeliers. Caleb was leaning toward her, whispering something that made her flush. "Get out," I muttered. "Alpha?" "I SAID GET OUT!" I screamed, swept the contents of my desk onto the floor in one frantic motion.

"Behave yourself." Then she was gone, and I was alone again. But I didn't have to wait long. The door opened, and Alastair walked in. He was wearing a simple white shirt with the sleeves rolled up and dark pants. His eyes raked over me. "Much better," he said, closing the door behind him. I pressed myself back against the headboard. "Stay away from me." He ignored that, crossing the room with lazy confidence. He sat on the edge of the bed, close enough that I could smell his unique scent of pine and smoke "Do you remember what happened in the forest, dove?"

Alec would be insane to complain, though, rather staring at Ash naked ass until he disappears. "Alex!" Comes the shout from upstairs, and Alex has to laugh, joy bubbling in him. He takes two steps at a time, but is still too late, and Ash already dressed in a dry pair of shorts, apparently choosing not to wear anything but his body chain on top, which makes up for it.

The Rogue Alpha's Ultimatum The sun had just begun to set, casting a warm orange glow over the Darkwood pack's territory. Caden was standing outside his chambers, looking out over the pack, when he sensed a presence behind him. He turned to see the Rogue Alpha, his eyes gleaming with malice in the fading light. Caden's hackles rose, and he growled low in his throat, but the Rogue Alpha just smiled. "I'm not here to fight, Caden," he said, his voice dripping with condescension. "At least, not yet. I'm here to give you a warning."