Amanda Lehan-canto Novels & Stories

She could not even comprehend how Phelan could betray her because she treated her like family. "Yeah, Phelan. She was a childhood friend of mine. I planted her to your side when you became a Luna so that I could have my own eyes and ears who could update me with your every move. That's funny how trusted the wrong person, right? That's how I work Luna, silent and unnoticed." Amanda said proudly as if it is her greatest accomplishment.

"Layla, how are you.” "I'm fine, so quick one, I am inviting you to California.” "Okay, what's the occasion?” “Nelson's birthday, he needs you around, I will send you the details on W******p.” "Oh that's something I must never miss, I will be there.” "Thank you, guess what?” She asked. "You know I am not good at guessing.” "Okay fine, I will tell you, my best friend Amanda is right there in Canada working, I wish you two knew maybe you could have been friends as well.”

She felt like she could finally start to let go of her past and begin to heal. 3 months later Chantelle had moved in withDelcan for some months now, and she was finally starting to feel like herself again. Delcan had been so understanding and patient with her, and she felt a sense of peace and safety that she hadn't felt in a long time. She knew she was still on the road to healing, but she was starting to feel like she was getting there. The only thing that was missing was Delcan's presence. He had been so busy with work lately that she barely saw him. But at least the maids were there to keep her company. One day, while Chantelle was eating breakfast in the kitchen, she noticed a bouquet o

Bianca’s voice trembled… “You had no right.” “No,” I said slowly. “But it is done. I am not going to change the facts now.” Amelia nodded, almost fiercely. “Alpha…” I rose, letting a slow, dangerous smile fan out. “We will use this. We will play the rumor that the Luna ran away. Liam will pry, he will panic. And when he does, he will be blinded. But one misstep and this child becomes leverage against me, not the other way around. And trust me when I say, if anything happened, if it backfires… I am going to hold you accountable.”

She could feel something coming from the pup, as if it were reaching for her. She smiled. “What’s your name, pup, and how old are you?” “My name is Carter, and I’m thirteen.” They stood swaying side to side with Carter’s arms wrapped lightly around Leah’s waist. He was the same height as Leah, but she could already tell he would be well over six feet tall once he stopped growing. He had dark hair and blue eyes that were reminiscent of Ray and Francesca, and she had a suspicion that he was related as well, but she didn’t know how.

But that was hard, seeing as she just sat there looking out of space. Camila Brinx was indeed a fine and beautiful young woman, she was a role model to many girls and women, they aspired to have her calm and collected mindset. I've heard many girls discussing how beautiful she was and how much they admired the way she talked and carried herself. She was indeed remarkable, she has a light six pack and a beautiful hour glassed shape, not to mention her moisturized curly brunette hair.

' I just laughed at their banter about their daughters, though it made me crave that future. Aura and I have kept contact with Blaine and Lainee through our shared link and I even opened one with Cleo. Once I'd remembered I was able to do it with Jacob, Ryan, and even Cristian, I opened a link with her. She said it had to be some crazy warrior thing, leading me to become more curious with what comes with being a Black Moon member. I haven't confronted Tate yet about my curiosity, only Blaine and Lainee. They told me to ask Tate's mother, who was apparently a keeper for the council and kept all their documents and books. She knew all the history.

Lena's POV. I hummed a sweet, melodious tune as I walked down from the market with a bag of groceries in my hand. I couldn't get his voice out of my mind. I was excited. Too excited. He promised to marry me, he promised to make me his Luna. And even as I silently flung open the door, I could hear his voice in my head. Literally. “Yes! oh god! Yes! Come on, fuck the shit out of me” a loud moan snapped me out of my head. I froze looking straight ahead at the couch.

Amanda trails off, looking down at her hands. Here it comes. She’s looking for money, after all. “Langston,” Amanda says, meeting my eye. Her hands are fidgeting again. “I—I wasn’t quite clear just now. Hayden is …ourson.”

Biting my lip in concentration. "I think I'm done," I say, his face is outstanding better already. Patching itself together as though nothing happened. He doesn't move, "you're beautiful." I flush. Looking down and picking at my cracked nails. "Stop." Chris merely smiles, "You are Andrea. And I'm going to remind you every chance I get." I fumble to words, to any response. I've never considered myself beautiful. My almost platinum blonde hair was weirdly natural and my blue eyes where so light they sometimes seemed to reflect clouds. But beautiful? No.