Romans & histoires Alexis Smallbone

or fighting. Her eyes blinked open slowly to the familiar sight of her childhood bedroom—walls painted in muted sage, a tall window cracked open just slightly to let the breeze in, the soft creak of floorboards in the hallway beyond. The shelves still held the books she loved in school, her old ballet shoes hung on a hook beside the door. Everything was safe. But her body didn't feel safe. Her heart pounded, and her throat was dry. And her arm— Alexis slowly sat up, pushing her tangled red hair back over her shoulder. She looked down at her right wrist, expecting it to be bare, normal. But her skin tingled. Burned, almost.

Evelyn's POV "I, Alpha Kyle Turner, reject you, Evelyn Sanders, as my mate." Alpha Kyle hoarse voice boomed in my ears making me freeze on my tracks, his voice laced with disgust. Crack! A cracking sound resounded inside my body and I felt as if a part of me was forcefully torn and taken away. My wolf howled in pain but there was nothing I could do about it. Tears flowed down my face as the pain became immeasurable, increasing with each second to the point I was unable to tolerate it. I could care less about the gazes on me. I was already used to it.

“Cox sends her regards, your price money really helped the club improve indefectibly.” Carla left Lizzie with a deep sense of what almost felt like regret and hurt. After buying the clothes she left the boutique trying to hide her emotions. She got home to meet Mr. Hill’s daughter lying down on the couch with a boy who looked at least almost 30, just like her. “Who are you and how the fuck do you have the keys to my fathers penthouse?” Alexis rudely asked. Alexis was 18 years of age, she had brown hair like her dad and hazel nut eyes. She had a high pitched voice and sounded like a brat. “Hello, I’m talking to you?” Alexis said whilst waving her hands at Lizzie.

It’s me. I’m the broken one. “You’re not broken,” Calyx reaches forward with one hand and presses it against my scar. “You are beautiful.” “You’re just flattering me,” I look away. “I don’t need your lies. I’m old enough to know better. I’ve seen what I look like, Calyx, and I’m hideous.” “You can stop now, Alexis,” the young wolf looks almost angry as moves his hand to grasp my chin and gently turns my head until our gazes lock. His eyes are a glowing bright blue and I know at once it is both man and beast who are addressing me.

Alexa just nodded and shrugged, and I knew that she always did that when she felt awkward, and I just waited for her, watching the vamp girl leave, and she opened her mouth and said… "How do you feel?" "Are you alright? Your bandages are all over. Is the damage too much?" she added, and I wanted to laugh. Yes, the answer is yes. And my biggest damage was when you rejected me, Alexa. "Not really, not too much but not too little. Everything still hurts," I said, feeling my bones crackling a bit, and I knew Alexa was disgusted as her face wrinkled a bit. She hates anything related to bone, like in food and noise.

Seeing all this Brenda couldn’t stop the sob that escaped her lips, she remembered the cheerful Amelia who talked about Gale like her life was sold to him. The Amelia that usually teased her every morning, the girl she had grown close to hoping to help her one day but now she was just a dead body without that oxygen machine holding her up for a while but how long will that take. The whole hospital seemed dull and sad, every nurse even the ones at the reception were all used to Amelia Rose for these past seven weeks, most came around to visit and even some doctors cried. She had sponsored this hospital since she joined them and was a friendly and lovely person, none of them ever found a probl

The back is almost entirely open, the lace framing bare skin all the way down to the base of the spine. My mother draws a breath. Maeve Callahan says, quietly, from her armchair: "that's the one." Siobhan makes a sound that is approximately "I knew it" in a single syllable. I put it on. I stand in front of the mirror for a long time. %e lace is intricate and dark, the red so deep it reads almost as a threat in certain light. The train pools behind me. The back is bare in a way I've never allowed myself to be in public — not because I was ashamed, but because I was

now I'm worried and curious as to why I have to be careful I mean is she crazy or something. I take out my phone and shoot her a quick text letting her know imma be late. "Why your starting to freak me out Pel what's wrong with this chick" "Nothings wrong with her it's just that we went to school together and she was always really chill but after her mom died something snapped and she became different she was easily startled and super fragile than her brother disappeared about a month ago” Sasha never told me about her brother but then again we don’t really talk about family. “The police looked into it but when asked she told them he was away for a work trip” as Penelope's telling me all of

Vic interrupted. I rolled my eyes, and kept eating my pretzel. “Are you new around here, Nemesis?” Talia asked me. I nodded. “I just moved in yesterday.” I added. “Are you going back to school?” She asked me. “Yes and No. Nemesis is in college. Don’t let that fool you on her age though, she’s still only 17.” Vic answered for me. Talia looked at Vic, annoyed by how she answered for me. “Are you still in highschool, Victoria?” Cian asked her. Vic nodded. “Well, obviously.” Talia added, implying that Vic is immature. Vic scoffed audibly. “Ladies, ladies, ladies. There’s no need for hostility. We’re all just getting to know each other, right?” Declan broke the tension. Vic nodded. “Of course!” S