Arlene Lee Novels & Stories

She turned towards the door, “Enter.” A woman entered seconds later. “And who is she?” Maxwell inquired. “Maya. Maya meet Maxwell Murray...” “Maxwell Murray...you must be the trouble maker of the pack.” Maxwell shot her a glare. “Watch your mouth now, bitch...if you still want your life intact.” “Okay, enough you two. Let’s get to business.” Sam brushed them off. “Yes, of course...like I said, Arthur Murray owes me a favor.” “Good, this is the plan. In exchange for this favor, you must demand to have a combat with his Luna...”

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

Aria nodded, absentmindedly. “Chef Lila with Maureen Purple.” Maureen jumped and screamed in excitement and Aria smiled as she watched her run to the stage. “Chef Hana with Simon Park.” “Chef Silas with Priya Menon” “Chef Adeline with Sofia Russo” “And finally, Chef Leon Cordon with Aria Beaumont.” Aria stood to go out, but noticed the applause reducing. Did people already recognize who she was? Was this the beginning of her problems? But that wasn’t it. She heard some people whispering.

"Shut the fuck up Linda. No one gives a flying shit about pumpkin fucking pie." "Okay. Looks like someone needs some nice distressing, calming yoga," I replied, getting out the car. "Come on." "Good evening, Ella," Katrine, the yoga teacher, said to me as we entered the hall. "Good evening, Leonardo," she added although through gritted teeth. Leo put on a fake almost sarcastic smile and I had to nudge him in the side with my elbow. "How old are you again?" I hissed in a hushed tone.

She seemed to be the quiet one in the group and the least rebellious. Irene groaned loudly and took a glance at me. She suddenly was embarrassed and shy. I could laugh out loud at the moment. She had crazy friends. They jumped to conclusions right away, coming up with crazy ideas. I would have rescued her but I too was shocked by how crazy they were. I was about to say something when Irene beat me to it. "This is Eugene, he owns one of the artworks on exhibit and we just met a couple of minutes backs. He was explaining to me the concept of his work and the true meaning of art."

The person said again, and Arlene looked up to see a light skinned slender girl in a tight leather leopard skin skirt, mesh black top and gladiator sandals. Her face was familiar but Arlene couldn’t place it, “I’m Faith Tono,” she said extending a hand which Arlene accepted reluctantly. When they broke from the hand shake, Arlene reached for her tote bag and pulled out her history note. Faith thanked her for the book, and they exchanged contact incase something happened with the note. Once Faith left, Arlene took out her locket again and glanced at it for the last time before putting it in her bag.

She, apparently is the daughter of an Alpha of a pack near by. Alec starts by showing us few advanced fighting and deflecting techniques with the sword and asks us to partner up and practice. 25 being an odd number, i was left alone with out a partner. Li offered me to switch with her partner. But i declined, its not fair for her. I ended up pairing with Alec. Alec is a good and patient teacher. Despite my many mistakes he laugh along with me and shows me the right way of doing it.

Leah Sullivan had never wanted to slap someone so bad! She sat in one of the two black leather armchairs across from her father’s large mahogany desk, and stared at her father, King Marcus. The only outward sign that she was anything other than the calm, unaffected facade she presented was a slightly raised eyebrow.

As my mother said last night, I have to focus on protecting my pack, and making it stronger. I can’t protect everyone at the same time, so I need them to know how to fight, in case of a massive invasion from our enemies. I train the little ones, from age twelve to twenty. Oliver says I’m good with them, so I stick to them. As I’m watching them train, a woman starts to approach me. It’s Ainsley’s mother, Mrs Mateo. “Alpha Arthur.” She nods. “Mrs Mateo.” I say back. I already know what the conversation is going to be, but I’ll let her say whatever she wants to say.

Limang Taon ang Nakalipas... ​Ang International Airport ng bansa ay tila naging isang fashion runway nang lumabas mula sa VIP gate ang isang babaeng nakasuot ng tila kulay-gatas na trench coat, malaking sunglasses, at matingkad na pulang lipstick. Bawat hakbang ng kanyang stilettos sa sahig ay may dalang awtoridad at kumpiyansa. ​Siya si Aria Mercedes, o mas kilala na ngayon sa buong mundo bilang "A," ang creative director ng Maison de Luxe sa Paris.