Alya Rena Rouge の小説・ストーリー

After dinner, she went out to the powder room to freshen up before heading home. As usual, she touched up her lipstick. This time, she wore a nude pink color which complimented her pink floral dress. “Oh… You’re here.” Leila immediately saw Ayla, who just entered the comfort room. ‘What on earth! Not again!’ Ayla was dressed in a lovely green flowy dress. Her hair was tied in a low bun, sporting a clean look. “I heard that you opened an atelier. Congratulations.”

She lifted the glass, taking a small sip before her eyes turned and locked with mine. “So let's say this is true, that Alister used a spell and made you think you were his fated mate. How do you suggest we kill him? He has a witch hybrid wanting my blood.” “Rosie’s coming,” Micha said as he slipped his phone into his back pocket. The room filled with smoke, making Ayla cough. Rosie emerged with a large, bright smile on her bright red lips, her hair curled around her face, framing it as her blue eyes scanned the room, taking it all in.

Tomorrow, everything changes—or so I thought. Staring at myself in the mirror, a stunning and extremely beautiful reflection stared right back at me. The red silk gown fitted me perfectly, my hair glowed, same with my skin. “You look absolutely stunning, ‘Alpha’” I turned around to see Elena, she looked beautiful in a red silk gown. A red silk gown? I am meant to be the only one wearing red today, so why? “I’m sorry, Ayla. I just feel too happy for you so I decided to wear same color with you to show how happy I am. If it’s not okay, I’ll go change right now.” She said and was about walking out,

She wore a pink tank top that hardly looked like a top as her breasts were barely clad in it , Rosalie was certain , a tug and the top would end up torn with a matching studded handbag and a skirt that smaller than a handkerchief . " I will get straight to the point" said the woman smacking her glossy lips together . " That would be excellent " said Rosalie with an arched brow " Names Layla " said Layla as she turned to look at Aiden's direction and flashed him a smile , Rosalie's wolf's raised her hackles but Rosalie's concentration was more on the way Aiden winced when Layla smiled at him , Great , Just what she wanted another confrontation with her husband's whore .

“ Madam , what did you ask me here for ? “ said Ayla . “ I have the thing that you requested for . It’s here . “ said madam Dahlia smiling . She handed over a file with the name mr Brown up on it . When Ayla saw it , she couldn’t believe her eyes . “ Is this really……… “ said Ayla . “ Yes it is and…..I even got an appointment with him . “ said madam Dahlia with a smile . “ Really ? Oh madam Dahlia , thank you very much . Thank you ! “ said Ayla smiling happily with a grateful expression . “ I should be the one thanking you instead Ayla . You helped me a lot today with those annoying old men . I must say that you really have it in you . You should continue to develop your abilities as you alre

Then, he strode over and took my hand firmly. Raising our joined hands high, he declared in a loud, unwavering voice: “I, Derek, Alpha of the Rogue Pack, claim Ella as my Luna!” Before the stunned spectators could react, Derek turned around—dragging my still-numb body with him—and left the hunting grounds without hesitation. A tidal wave of shocked murmurs and gasps exploded behind us, echoing across the field. Amanda collapsed into her father Alex’s arms, sobbing uncontrollably. “Dad! I can’t take this humiliation! That moment—it should have been mine!

The omega girl was beating the Alpha's intended bride. Aurora raised her sword for the finishing blow. Victory was within her reach. But just as Aurora was about to strike, Lyra grabbed a handful of dirt and sand and threw it into Aurora's eyes. Aurora screamed as the sand scratched her eyes and blinded her. She could not see anything. Everything was dark and painful. Lyra's sword hit Aurora in the side and knocked her to the ground. Aurora tried to get up but she could not see where she was or where the attacks were coming from.

Claude looked up from his phone as he heard the door click. A small smile swept across his face as he eyed the beauty before him. "Well, don't you look lovely." He couldn't stop himself from throwing out a praise as his eyes travelled up and down her frame. Ayla was donning a deep red gown with an A-line silhouette. There was a slit running up on one side, leaving part of her right leg bare. She was barely wearing any accessories, though she didn't need to. Her blood smeared lips were enough to garner anyone's attention.

And she’ll be mine. But then, a memory came, a shadow from his past. A face. A name. Pain. He closed his eyes and shoved the thought away. Not tonight. The past is dead. Ayla is here. She is now. He stood up and walked to the window. His eyes looked up to the sky. The moon brightened his face as if it was out for his sake. And his heart, usually cold, was burning. Burning with desire. ******** AYLA Ayla stood in front of the mirror. Her gown was soft, silky, and lilac-colored. It clung to her body like a second skin. Her golden hair flowed down her back, reaching just above her round bottom.

I mouthed as he walked past slowly. Aurora Reynolds. She was small and curvy for an alpha at only 5 ft. 5. She had big green eyes and long blonde hair that curled in the most irritatingly perfect way. She always wore dresses that Dylan would have said were scandalous, flaunting her curves and showing off far more tanned skin than needed. She looked like a rockstar, and the way she carried herself made her look chic and elegant in a way I could never pull off if I even tried.