Alana Novels & Stories

He ordered pasta and meatballs for me and it tasted perfect. "Thanks ." "Here is the money you requested for ."He said dropping some money on the table and left. "Wait,what is your name."I said . "Alex."He said and left . Since I left the orphanage this is first nice person am meeting. I quickly finished my food and went to one of the bathroom i cleaned my body ,I was wearing one of jacks polo and my jeans with one of his boots. I asked the girl that served me food for a knife she looked at me weirdly but gave me later .I put it in my boots.

He held on to my right shoulder, so I turned to face him. "Will you take your hand off my shoulder or I'll turn you into a mouse?" I raised my left eyebrow, glaring at his cold yet undeniably handsome face. "Whoops!" He immediately took his hand off my shoulder. "You two! What are you waiting for?" The guard on the table called us. He's looking at me from head to toe right now. I quickly walk towards him and say, "My name is Alenna Delevigne from the city of Nalaknabak. I'm a..."

"The contents of this invite proves my very right to enter the Lycan's kingdom where the contract renewal is bound to be held." "The contract renewal will go as planned even without the Queen Luna's presence." Quinn narrowed his eyes as though warning me to back off. "That's just another way of discriminating me from all this, my lord." I know he'll bite back from this. "Leaxandra, darling, you are Lumina's Luna. No form of discrimination shall be thrown your way." He came closer to cup my chin up and force me to look him straight in the eye. "But your inclusion from this trip is a risk I cannot take."

— Luciana knew that they were talking about the little girl. —Well, that makes me very happy, I think you already know most of them, so before starting the meeting, I'm going to introduce you to my beautiful daughter, the person in charge of the company, Luciana Brown, honey, this is Santiago O 'Brien — Santiago smiled as he finally knew who the beautiful woman was and extended his hand.

I explained. Elder Derrick smiled slightly before saying, "you do know that Alana almost killed you, right?" I knew der Derrick was going to come to this. "Yes," I replied. "And you do know that Alana right now is considered a rogue for the actions that she took, right?" "I know that." Elder Derrick nodded slightly with a light smile before continuing what he was saying.

Alana Westley hugged Antonella before she could even react. “Evening Alana. Thank you, you look stunning...” Antonella spoke softly. She wasn’t lying. The blue silk dress looked like it was made for Alana’s body. Alana came from new money and these people didn’t really accept new money, but Alana built her company from the ground up when she was only ten. She made her first million at fifteen. They had to accept her brilliance. She owns most of the upper west side now. Another woman spoke over Alana. “M

Logan asked, and I looked over at him. She shook her head immediately. “I'm afraid I can't tell you. All I need is help.” “You can at least tell us your name. Right?” Logan asked again, and she nodded this time. “My name is Alana. I came down from the South since you asked.” I looked over at Len, and his expression was unreadable. It was almost like there was something that he wasn't telling me. I looked back at Logan. He was the only one I could expect a proper answer from.

Her green eyes roamed over Lydia as she exclaimed, “Oh my God!” Lydia stifled a laugh; she knew her mom would soon comment on her beauty and how she would sweep every male off their feet that evening. It was clear that Lydia resembled her mother, both standing tall and slender, with curves that could captivate anyone. Lydia had inherited Luna Alice's striking green eyes, long tan limbs, pointed nose, and beautifully shaped lips.

“Thanks, La. You never change.” “Obviously,” Lala grinned. “I’m Lala, your forever cheerleader.” Alana laughed softly, though pain still lingered inside. Deep down, she knew one truth: tomorrow, she would step in to a world tied to her past. And once she did, there would be no turning back.

I walked to the driver and smiled. “Caren Inc please” I slipped into the car and he drove off. Caren Inc was a large office building, it wasn’t so popular but I already felt a homy feeling around it. I stepped out of the car and walked into the building. I headed straight for the receptionist, a tall blonde woman with huge spectacles. Her tag said Mrs. Helen Mayer. “hey, I’m Camila Santiago and I applied for a job here” she glanced through some files and smiles.