Aaliyah Lioness Novels & Stories

“Pay no attention to her; she just wants to chase clout to fit in with the popular crowd, nothing else.” “But that is clearly not happening," a voice said behind them as they turned to see who that was. “ I’m sorry for startling you. I’m Tia, Tia Williams," the pretty girl introduced. ~ ~ ~ “ You lost that right, Zac; the fact that I’ve been patient enough to listen to your crap doesn’t give you the effort to talk down on me,” Aly added, cutting him off. She had gone to the shop to grab some snacks for herself when she bumped into Zac.

Alessa ordered. “Drop your gun, Aliyah,” Lily yelled but Aliyah didn't listen. “No, she can't shoot you. She is a coward.” Aliyah replied. She was right, Alessa wasn't ready to kill anyone to pass the trial. She just wanted to get out of the maze and she is only ten feet away from the exit. Lily seemed to believe so much in Aliyah so she laughed out loud and turned to Alessa. “You really can't do it.” Lily laughed at Alessa.

Aliyah said. Aliyah was having fun playing with her niece because it was the first time she had fun and played with some babies. Because she was busy focusing on becoming the good Luna she had to be. Because it was what the Adults wants, so she was doing her best to fulfill their desire for her to become the best Luna she could ever be. Aliyah didn't mind that she was late on the things that she had to do since she was on her way to doing some of her duties as a Luna. But then she meets the babies and started to enjoy playing with them. So she rather sin in her room and played with them

Vincent said, "The two women in the picture are my grandmother and Aunt Irene. Aliyah is exactly like Aunt Irene, isn't she?" The picture was likely taken when Irene was sixteen or seventeen. She looks so young, beautiful, and innocent. Aliyah's face resembles Irene's ninety-nine percent, except that their hair is a different color. Their auras are also slightly different because Irene seems to be honest and gentle, and Aliyah was trained as a hunter since childhood, so she is strong, challenging, and stubborn. After looking at this picture, I can't deny that Aliyah is indeed the daughter of Alpha Dominic and Luna Irene. I don't want to accept this fact.

Aliyah's POV I woke up early that morning, two weeks had flown by since I'd agreed to Leah's crazy plan, and now it was real. I was leaving Silver Haven behind. My bags were packed light, just a backpack with some clothes, a few personal things, and the fake papers Leah had slipped me. Liona Travison. That's who I was now. A princess from Loxville, starting fresh at Lunar Royal Academy. No more Aliyah Marcus, no more scandals, no more heartbreak. At least, that's what I kept telling myself.

I made a hoarse sound in my throat. I also don't know if Aliyah heard me or not, but soon I saw her rushing to fight the wolf. Thanks to this occasion, I had the opportunity to open my eyes; a little bit of my strength was nothing compared to hers. Aliyah possesses lightning speed; she easily dodges all attacks of the wolf. I saw no wounds on her body from the beginning to the end of the fight. She attacked, defended, and pulled out a lighter to burn the wolf. Aliyah had combined the three smoothly, facing such a dangerous person, but her face didn't hint at embarrassment.

Damien said in a diplomatic tone. “My daughter, Princess Aaliyah is sick. She was born with only half her soul and only by mating with her soulmate before her eighteenth moon might she be well. My seer, Amal saw your boy on his return trip from visiting his family when he ran into your son and discovered he was my daughter’s soulmate.” George said.

She was the lioness of the jungle. ​Olivia Benjamin Philip . . . To be Continued... 🤍

The type of strength required to defend yourself from an attacking predator. Her hair was cropped, and sat around her face in a halo of choppy, platinum blonde locks. And her eyes, when they were open, were impossibly blue. But my favourite feature on my little mate, was by far her rosy-pink lips. After hours of tossing and turning, Sienna had finally drifted into a deep sleep at around 2 am. The deep furrow lines around her eyes and forehead, smoothing out until she seemed completely relaxed. Her pink lips forming a small pout that begged for me to kiss her. But I resisted temptation.