Covet Tracy Wolff Novels & Stories

Heavy tears come rolling down my cheeks more from the pain than from the sound of raw anguish in his voice as he continues, "Tracy was weak, Destiny. She was weak after childbirth and you took advantage of that to kill her. Be brave enough to admit it!" Those words make something in my chest break. Tracy? Weak? Isn't she the same woman that asked for a party to be thrown the minute she gave birth because she was so strong? "Tracy is a trained warrior wolf, Tristan. I wouldn't be able to defeat her in combat, not even on her worst day." The words scrape out of my hoarse throat as my body trembles from pain but it's true. He knows it's true. Tristan's voice only cracks with more emotion as he

The answer could not be more evident now to the crowd. Tracy spent tens of millions of dollars to buy a forgery and even gifted it to Old Madam Atherton as a birthday present.

Tracy put the bags in her Range Rover and drove home to her husband. ***** Jim had come home from work and was wondering where Tracy could be. He was hungry and he had hoped to get some secret shots of her in sexy clothes for the cuckold website. It had only been about a week since he discovered the website dedicated to the cuckold lifestyle, but he felt so deeply connected to the other men there that he wanted to show off his hot wife. He wanted to post a sexy picture of Tracy for the site.

"Hi, Ms. Wolf. What time is my dress fitting for the Ball?" Tracy opened her car door. The valet waited while she put her high heels on, managing to look disinterested at the beautiful cherry red sports car Mr. Hayes had given her. She buckled the last strap and tucked the pair of flats she'd worn for driving under the seat. No way she would have driven her car up these windy mountain roads in heels – she might never have made it. She stood up and smoothed her off-white satin gown, then handed the keys to the valet.

TRACY'S POV: I stood at the edge of the rooftop, my gaze fixed on the glittering city lights that stretched endlessly before me. Folks City – the place I now call home. It is beautiful, powerful, and relentless. Just like me. Five years ago, I was a naive girl who believed in love, friendship, and loyalty. But life has a way of teaching cruel lessons, and I learned mine the hard way. I was Tracy Brooks, the girl who had a secret crush on her best friend's twin brother. I thought playing hard to get would make Dante notice me. And it worked. It worked too well.

Their gifts were completely overshadowed. Out of the corner of her eye, Tracy saw Cedric hand Roy an expensive present, which only fueled her jealousy. She went all out to snatch Anthon away, but Faye still managed to attract a rich and handsome man like Cedric. A look of envy flashed in Tracy's eyes. She approached Faye and said sarcastically, "Everyone has prepared luxurious gifts for Mr. Keane Senior. I wonder what you have prepared? You wouldn't come empty-handed, right?" Faye smirked. Even at this point in time, Tracy still had the audacity to mock others. Faye took a small vial from her pocket and handed it to Roy.

Tracy turned and laid on her side while facing Craig, and asked excitedly, "Do you have a girlfriend?" "I do," Craig answered and faced her, lying on his side. The star gazing was totally forgotten as Tracy's attention moved to Craig's girlfriend. "Tell me about her, Craig," Tracy enthused and she sat up. Craig, full of smiles, told stories about her girlfriend. "Wow, Craig, I like your girlfriend," Tracy giggled. "You haven't seen and you like her already?" Craig chuckled. "Why not? I love her because I love you." she giggled

"Mr. Black, this has nothing to do with me! It was him! Perry made me do everything. He promised I could become his wife if I listened to him. He told me to charm Mr. Abbott! He told me to push production. I didn't know anything!" She shifted the blame fast and clean. I let out a cold laugh, stepped out of my father's arms, and walked up to her. "Ms. Dawson, didn't the training program teach you to take responsibility for your own mistakes? You were so proud of being young, pretty, and socially sharp. You said all the clients loved you. What happened now? Your darling Cocoa hasn't even fallen yet, and you're already looking for your next way out?"