Alana Novels & Stories

"Bastard! Don't say that name in front of me!" King Alano snapped back with a fierce look. Alexa's tears started to flow. "Please. Don't be rude in front of me. I'm Luna, Alan." "Bullshit! I don't believe what you're saying. Once again, you pretend, and I won't hesitate to cut off your head right now!" King Alano's eyes began to turn yellow, indicating that he was at the peak of anger and ready to pounce on anyone near him.

ANNABELLA { The Billionaire's Maid... } CHAPTER 31-32 ≺𝕀ℕ𝔹𝔼𝕋𝕎𝔼𝔼ℕ;𝔻𝕀𝕊 𝕆ℝ 𝔻𝔸𝕋??≻

he said before pausing like he had more to say. “Alana… well, alana is a very difficult person to understand and sometimes she can be extreme. Her father is one of the biggest pack leaders all through the lands and had heard about the attack on our pack so he sent her to help Asher with some things.” Nikolai explained and for a second I wondered why the Beta was trying to explain to me.

she did not stutter , good. her voice. I wanted to hear it again. but the name sounded oddly familiar. “ Alana ? ” I asked. “ from Marsa , Maria Alana princess of Marsa ” . she answered. she is a princess, it explains the elegance she wraps around her like a cloak . the bravery too for many would have stuttered and made fools of themselves. “ princess Alana, what brought you to the Empire of wolves. “ I wanted to know, could it be a war declaration? could something deeper be brewing that I don't know about? could she be a spy ?

Jake Carson I was exhausted. We’ve been up all morning and Danika hasn’t decided what outfit she wants to wear and Alison told me this is a daily thing. She was yelling a lot, after a point it was just noise to me. Just great! First, she couldn’t find the shoes that went with her outfit. Then when she finally found the ‘perfect’ shoes, she said they were too ‘cute’ to be paired with a normal outfit, so she decided that the shoes ‘deserve’ better and tried to find another outfit again.

Maya said with excitement. "Alright, I'll go," Alana replied finally. At the reunion, Alana met many old friends, including a man named Johan, who had been her close friend at school. "Alana! It's been a long time. How have you been?" greeted Johan with a big smile. "Hi, Johan! I'm fine. How about you?" Alana replied happily. "I'm good. I'm now working as an architect in a big firm here. How are you?" Johan asked.

There was no way she could lose. A sudden movement caught her eye, and she turned to see a girl approaching their group, her face partially covered by a cap and mask. It was Lauren, Professor Patel’s assistant, slipping in unnoticed. Alana straightened up, her heart racing with anticipation. She waved her over with a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “It’s nice of you to accept my invitation, I take that you have also received a generous token” Alana said smoothly, her voice dripping with false sweetness.

- Do you accept caring for the elderly and orphaned pups as if they were your own? - Yes. I accept. The elder removes the golden rope, cuts Klaus's palm and then mine, joins the cuts, and reties our hands. He looks at all the pack members and says: - With the grace of the divine mother, our beloved Moon Goddess, I present her representation in the Lycan Moon Pack: Angel, mate of Alpha Klaus, and mother of us all. Everyone kneels, shows their neck, and shouts, "Luna." Then they get up and start shouting: “Long and happy life for Alpha Klaus and Luna Angel.”

Lyra The warm sunlight filtered through the window as I sat with Calista, sipping the tea she had prepared. Calista is the wife of Alpha Jaxon of the Crewwood pack, who had graciously accepted to accomodate me in their home. His wife has been a good friend since I arrived. “Do you ever think about how different things could have been?” Calista asked, her voice soft as she stared out at the forest beyond the window. I glanced at her, sensing the weight behind her question.

Then finally said: “I know they’re rich.” I nodded. “I know they’re old.” Another nod. River looked up. “But do they ever listen?” I said nothing. Because the answer was: not unless they have to. When the door opened, the woman who entered wasn’t what I expected. She was younger. Thirty-five, maybe. Blonde, like all of them. A soft, calculated smile. She introduced herself as Alana March. Estate liaison. Policy director for family legacy stewardship. River just blinked at her.