Alena Kaya Novels & Stories

Once both Tina and June left the room, Rose closed the door, confusing Joanna a little. Alena smiled, seeing her confused expression, yet she didn’t bother to explain why she closed the door. Alena Smith is not only the precious daughter of the Smith Family, but she was also a famous singer. She had many fans around the country, and if any of them realised it was her in the room with Joanna, they would cause a commotion, and she couldn’t leave this place without being surrounded.

She had short black hair and freckles on her face. “good day miss, I was sent to help you prepare” I opened the door wider for her to come in. she walked in and set her equipment down. “I’m Elena” “Camila, please” I sat down on the stool and she got to work doing my makeup first then my hair. Once she was done. I opened my eyes and stared at the mirror.

LENA’S POINT OF VIEW I’m Aleena Mitchell, an American-Australian woman and I’m twenty-eight years old. I have almond-brown eyes and dark medium hair. I could bring all your sexual fantasies to life but thank God I'm only into pussies. I never had sex with a man before and that would be my worse day ever. People say I'm tall, I've been told, my mom is a Jew, I’ve been raised as a Jew and I believe in the signs of the universe.

an unfamiliar voice greeted. "Giovanni, Pablo, Rafael! It's good to see you again," Andrea replied before three strangers appeared in the kitchen. "And who's this?" one asked instantly seeing me behind the counter. He was clearly Hispanic but obviously wanted me to understand what he was saying and could tell I was more likely to understand English. "Ah!" Andrea said his eyes lighting up. "This is my new bitch. Ella Jones, Luna of Alpha Leonardo Loren." "Loren's mate..." one said eyeing me. "Good catch, Andrea. But I've heard about her. Doesn't she give the Alpha a run for his money? Always running away, disobeying, talking back...ect..."

Traitor. I walked in, feeling the weight of a dozen hateful gazes. Is he going to announce the bond? I panicked. They already hate me. If he tells them I'm his mate, they'll burn me alive. “Ayla is a student from Nightwhisper Academy,” Kael said, pausing. He looked at me, and for a second, I felt like he was reading the frantic thoughts screaming in my head. “She is a promising warrior. She will begin training to stand among the vanguard of this pack.”

Stubborn child. She approached Bennett at the podium just as he turned. “Wait… Kaela, what are you doing?” “Helping you,” she said, her tone flat. Lynch looked like the proudest father ever. I turned to him with a puzzled look. “What’s there to be happy about?” “She doing what none of us can’t do,” he smiled proudly. I scoffed. Kaela faced the crowd, looking nervous at first, then her face hardened. “My name is Kaela Quince, Daughter of Alpha Keller and Luna Teresa.”

Her smile was contagious to me. "Oh, silly me. I haven't really introduced myself, right? I'm Alena, Elian's girlfriend, and Lance's future sister-in-law," Alena said politely, and I was too shocked to even respond. "I knew Lance had lovely family members, but to think that I'll meet one of them like this? I haven't even taken a shower yet, and I smell like ice cream!" I muttered without even thinking. My voice was a little better after drinking some warm water, at least it was understandable to some level.

Rey guessed, even though Rey was also sure, that Rendi wasn't the only one Ellen was waiting for. "Yes," answered Ellen with a smile. "Papa is probably resting; maybe tomorrow Papa will call you," Rey said. Yes, Rey, you are right," answered Ellen. "Then, what about you, Viren? Are you busy with other women?" thought Ellen. -//- Today Keysha went to the hospital to visit Alena. She received news that Alena had passed her critical period. Even though she was not yet conscious, Alena had also been moved to the treatment room. Keysha is grateful because at least there is progress with Alena's condition, and there is hope that Alena will wake up in the near future.

He pulled a parchment from the second box and having already been caught staring at the handsome prince, the thought of having the dance with him was no longer appealing. “Lucky girl,” the announcer coughed out before calling the name on the parchment. “Princess Illyria of Alvannia.” My heart sank hearing my name from the announcer. Where is a little bad luck when you need it? I left the crowd and walked to meet Prince Deucalion. His lips curved into a cupid-bow smile as I approached him. “Haven’t seen you in one of these before,” Deucalion commented as the music began. I silently fitted his stretched hand in mine, not knowing what to say. “You’re a silent one too,” he added, resting his oth

The smell hits me, and I grimace. "Audrey," I say in a warning tone, "that better not be—" "TEQUILA!" She yells and I groan. Tequila is the sure-fire way to get me both hammered and horny, and she damn well knows this. "Come on, Kat," she says in her sweetest voice, pouting at me then grinning at Dan. She passes Mark a glass. "Why are there five?" I ask her.