Alternative Style Novels & Stories

she assk He looks at me as if he thinks it's a trick question. I nod my head to let him know its okay to say yes. “Yes Luna” “ Grrr, so that means you have to listen to what I say correctly?” “ Yes Luna” “ So if I say call me Alice instead of Luna, and you don’t respect my wishes and call me Luna anyway that would be considered disrespectful , correct?” oh she found a loophole in my rule great “ Yes, I do believe you are correct, Alice.” Noah says making a huge smile go on her face as she looks at me knowing she just won this argument

she laughs "like they say these days faking it in style." I give her a confused look "what?" "You know, when you're in a fake relationship, these days that's what everyone's doing." "Well, I'm only doing this for mom, and trust me I will not develop falling for him." "My dear friend, you're saying that now, but when the time comes you'll be dying for his touch, his kiss, his scent, his di- ah" I shot her with Levi's water gun. That damn dirty mouth girl. "Charlotte you bitch," she curses, ask I continue to shot her.

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she quickly affirmed, taking a deep breath. She placed her hands on her hips, encased in a red wool dress. Highlighting all the curves of her curvaceous body, apparently warm and inviting. Layla had never experienced any carnal pleasures; I knew that from the moment my eyes fell on her, making my caged animal even more obsessed with tearing off that thick little dress with its sharp claws, combined with my humanoid state. Automatically, the wolf compelled me to share his undue appreciation. Luna has excellent childbearing hips. “Why does the alpha look at me like that?” she asked, uneasy.

His Alpha aura released instantly, suffocating and heavy. "Ivy, my Luna, you came back, didn't you? I knew you couldn't bear to cut our bond..." "I won't sever the bond. I was wrong, I was really wrong. Don't leave..." The woman in his arms stiffened, then turned around, revealing a face heavy with makeup and the smell of cheap powder. The woman looked at the noble-looking man with surprise and delight. She rubbed against his chest coquettishly. "Lord Alpha, you've mistaken me for someone else, haven't you? But I don't mind being your 'Luna.' Tonight, I..."

It's probably the effect of the weed, or maybe we such good friends that we make each other laugh so hard? Nah, it's definitely the weed. "I'm pink," Ashley says, continuing with this little game. "Because of my hair." She starts to play with the ends of her mostly pink hair. "I'm grey, the color that's between dark and white," Kristen says. "Because I'm the innocent one here but I'm also moving to the dark side." She starts to giggle. "You are definitely going to the dark side." Tatiana agrees with her. "I still can't believe you are a virgin though."

Her bow-shaped lips were painted in sand pink. Her naturally straight and smooth blonde hair was curled into beach waves and was dutch halo braid. She was wearing a white double zipper Korean style lapel crop top with short-sleeved high waist slim pencil pants. With her exquisite facial features, model-like tall, slender body, and her effortless sense of style, it's not a wonder she captivates attention. My smile only flattered when I saw her frustration-filled features. I think I have a very clear picture of why she is so infuriated.

I didn't want to get too close to his personal space, especially not the main bedroom, where his scent was strongest and made me feel weird and fluttery inside. The kitchen looked like it belonged in a professional café, stocked with top-tier cookware, but the shelves were completely emptyno food, no oil, nothing. Apparently, this Alpha really did live apart from the everyday world. I carefully put away my groceries, watching the empty fridge slowly fill up and feeling a small spark of comfort.