Arlene Lee Novels & Stories

In that moment, standing on the dusty stairwell of the old school, Elaine realized her dream of becoming a Knight of Artharia was dead. Swallowing the knot in her throat, she pulled herself together and stepped out of the stairwell into the hall. To Elle, crying was done only in the worst of moments, when the fight was gone, and a person found themselves in the shadows of their own destruction, all alone. It was no surprise that she couldn’t stand Leana; Elaine didn’t know how to sort out feelings, let alone be consumed by them.

my heart refused to accept a betrayal like that. Lorenzo couldn’t be doing this to me. He couldn’t. My wolf let out a broken howl inside me, and the pain made me shake from head to toe. Then, through the murmurs on the video, the sound of a wheelchair rolling closer cut through everything. Someone moved a pale blonde woman into place beside him. «I know you’re all shocked, but it’s me, Alina Greco, and I’m ready to stand by my Alpha the way I did before,» she said in a low but steady voice, taking Lorenzo’s hand where it rested on the armrest.

Arlene stepped onto the platform like she owned it. White dress flowing. Hair perfect. Face arranged in careful grief. The gathered wolves watched in silence. Seventy of them, standing in positions that looked natural but were carefully planned. "Thank you all for coming," Arlene began. Her voice carried across the evening air. "Today we honor Alpha Damoew Herstrong. A leader. A warrior. A mate." Jasmina stood at the platform's edge, hidden among the warriors. Her hand rested on her stomach.

"I'm glad to see that you're all healed up." "Thank you," Rayne spoke in a tone that concealed her nervousness and I liked that. I did not want her to be intimidated by anyone. I wanted my lady to be strong. We sat down and a little while later, the door of the meeting room opened after we heard a slight knock. A lady in her early thirties walked inside. She had long dark brown hair, bronze skin, and hazel eyes. 'A Middle Eastern beauty,' I read Rayne's thoughts. I wanted to tell her that even if this woman was beautiful, her beauty was nothing compared to hers.

I froze, my brows pinching together in confusion. "Excuse me?" I asked. Virginia scoffed. "Of course, the snake didn't tell you who she was. Suppose not many know, but we do. Not much we don't know these days. That girl you got there is non-other than Alora Elwood. The next ruler of the realm of dreams. Sorin's prized possession and little thief." She spat, and I felt my whole world spiral as I turned to see the truth written on Alora's face.

"This is your room, my name is Fiona and I'm your personal maid if you need anything, let me know. I haven't arranged the room as I didn't know how you wanted it, have some rest then I will come back and arrange while you watch," "Nice meeting you Fiona, I'm Ariel, I will sleep later, you can come in," She ushered her in. "In my bag, did you see my phone?" She asked closing the door behind her and Fiona nodded. "You can arrange anyhow you feel like I have no problem, I just have to make a call," "Ok no problem. You are beautiful and I love your hair so long, how do you do it?" "Thank you, I don't do anything extraordinary, I treat it though but it's more of natural. You are beautiful to. Hop

'There was a sudden deem lights, Phelan remembers someone, who was Don Carlton telling her to go lay down and rest. She tried to refuse, but he was too strong, and she was unable to stop him. It was so sudden that Don stood, watching Phelan in a distant approached her in a smile that shed some lights in the deem lights that came from the window. A meter from Phelan, Don put his hands on her shoulders, and then made an excuse and left.

“Happy Hallow—” “Woo-hoo! Looky who’s here!” Sunny-haired Philippine Southerner Lee Anne closed in on them, dressed like a Dallas Cowboys cheerleader. Ariana, the haughty brunette Filipino-Russian followed, looking like a Parisian hooker in a black-and-white striped tube top, a tiny, front-slit leather skirt, and fishnets. She led Val, the club’s manager, by the shiny tie of his 1920s mob boss costume.

She studied from the start here and knew each and every corner of the school so she helped me navigate my math and coincidentally we had the same class. She was a chatterbox and had that friendly vibe however not everyone interacted with her over the last week I spent with her and I wondered why. She was nice to me and I wouldn't be wrong to say we were becoming friends. Sarah had the most beautiful set of dimples and she was blonde. Her smile was so beautiful. "Did you complete your homework, Arabella?" She asked me and I nodded my head as we took a seat in the front. "It was so hard I had to take help from Hades. And the sweetheart that he is, didn't even hesitate to do my homework. I love

While I was sorting out the pages, I suddenly read the name Arie, so I tried to read it out of curiosity. It was a tale about one of the twin goddesses named Arie. She was born with both the power of the sun and the moon within her, despite being the daughter of Lev, the minor god bearing the power of the sun. There were tales stating that she and Ayla were both children of Sephtis when he pretended to be Lev before he was sent to the Abyss. It is due to the fact that they both possess the insignia of the moon on their foreheads. However, she also possesses the insignia of the sun, and her appearance is clearly a replica of that of the first ruler.