Costa Leona Series 14 Novels & Stories

that got my attention, and I grap the envelope from looking at the pictures the man look like someone that I have seen before but I couldn't pinpoint where exactly. “ is he part of the Luna’s mother coven?” I was asking myself that question but Andre heard me and say “ He is part of that coven and his name is Sage and he was one of the people that came to get the Luna when she was going to visit the Coven” He explained.

What am I going to do for forty minutes? I sit in front of the mirror, staring at myself. I don't look like me. Cecily Turner from Silverstone would never wear make-up or a dress or even the inch heels I'm being forced to wear. She wouldn't be preparing to be the Luna of Black Shadow, the largest and strongest pack. The girl I was staring at wasn't Cecily Turner, fighter of Silverstone. She was the Luna of Black Shadow, a fighter and protector. "Princess? You still alive in there?" A soft knock comes from the door and a smile takes over my face.

We don’t even know if that’s the thing that’s happening to Leila, but Noah sounds so sure, and his calm presence brings me back to reality. With a shaky hand, I reach out and pull Leila’s shirt away. There, on her breast, is the brand… but it doesn’t look like the one I had. “I don’t know what this is.” I look at Noah who is keeping his attention focused on the human girl with the big eyes. Em doesn’t look afraid. I think she’s seen too many horrors already. She just looks… tired. Way too tired for a little girl who should be laughing and playing with her friends.

They were absolutely beautiful, Capri could not help but call him with tears rolling down her cheeks to say thank you. Belle told her grandmother that Leo and Capri talked everyday and that they were so in love. Poor thing did not know the half of it. She just couldn’t help that Capri was back and her family in her eyes would finally be completed. They had their own plan of Capri having a baby and how Belle would be the perfect big sister. They even had a baby girls name picked out “Penelope Reign,” and her being spoiled just the way Belle was. If it was boy, Leo and capri were on their own.

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.

"Take a look at this one, too." The report clearly stated that Elena, the cherished little sister Killian protected above all else, actually carried Black Forest pack blood. Killian froze. Layla shook with rage. "Furthermore, Sheilah's body is covered in Elena's claw marks. The wound that pierced her heart was made by Elena!"

Behind her, nestled in the shadow of a stack of containers, Alex watched through a pair of night-vision goggles, his weapon resting steady in his hands. Selena’s voice murmured through the comms: “Eyes on Costa. White Range Rover Evoque approaching. Three men armed in the backseat.” Ava’s heartbeat remained steady. Focused. Then the headlights broke through the fog. A Rover rolled to a stop twenty yards away, its engine idling low and mean. The back door opened, and Vincente Costa stepped out, looking freshly pressed in a charcoal coat and polished shoes, like he had just stepped off a fashion runway rather than out of a warzone.

They like to annoy Knight. Well, I can't condemn them. It is really funny seeing Knight's face when he is being hit. He is so helpless hahaha. — "Shayana, take this. I bought it for you." Nilo gives me a choco drink. Wow. I've been thinking about this since earlier. "Wow. Thanks, Nilo. I'm craving for this." "Good to know you like it." I just smiled at him while opening the drink. "So Shayana, I'll be there now. Enjoy drinking."

No, Leon was too rugged for polished. If there was a word to describe him it would have to be another. When he sat down and revved a nearly silent engine I looked to him, looking guiltlessly away only when he caught me. I had nothing to say, and it would be a long drive from here to downtown Miami, so I looked around me through my peripherals and saw nothing but luxury black interior with state of the art upholstery and machinery. It was grand, it was, and I felt unnervingly out of place.