Ddlb Novels & Stories

The girl was clearly the opposite of the graceful Lolerei. Lolerei must be very anxious because this girl would be Luna instead of her. But she didn't need to worry at all because I would destroy everything Ikaros Alexandrovich loved. ***** Azalea's POV When I arrived at Jay's apartment, I noticed that my sister's scuffed leather shoes with worn-out soles were already by the door. And seeing those shoes, suddenly, guilt spread within me. If only my education wasn't so expensive, she would have bought herself a new pair of shoes.

Chapter Four “This is Elaine, Alpha Jacob’s daughter.” He said with a warm smile. I stayed silent but deep down my heart was erupting the flames of sadness. “I am Freya, Alexander’s wife.” She said with a warm smile stretching out her hand for a handshake. I didn’t need the goddess help to know that she was sounding the alarm that he belongs to her. I forced a smile but I had no time to accept the handshake, her hands were suspended in the air. This may seem so rude, but at this point I didn’t care.

And the color of my skin never hides when I blush so it's always hard. "What's your name?" Now he stood right beside me leaning on the basin and looking down at me. Okay, how the hell was he this tall? I looked like a minor in front of him. This was so unfair. And not to forget his deep baritone voice. It was so smooth just like butter. Ew Arabella really? "Arabella" I replied. He hummed before folding his hands and damn I almost swooned. I accidentally glanced at the tattoo on the back of his left shoulder. It had wings and it between were two initials.

she added viciously. Dillon and Leia were nervous, but that changed when they heard screams from the area point of the hunters and rouges. It was the Alpha’s voice. Leia tries to roar, but Dillon stops her. Suddenly, a cold breeze started to blow. Leaves were slowly falling. Leia and Dillon glanced at Emily. They were shocked as they could see the glowing light from Emily’s body. "Moon Goddess..." Dillon uttered, then glanced at the sky, where the clouds were slowly glowing. "The power of the moon..." he added.

A week after, Jimmy and Lord Nylian were having breakfast alone. The table was silent, only the sound of the juice glasses and cutlery setting on the marble table could be heard. The Duke was reading Dreamy Day, the number one newspaper in the kingdom. The writers and editors made sure to include all the things that happen daily in Fantasia, such as the next game of Golden Basket; it's the same concept as the regular Basketball game on Earth, except that it's played in the air. The players are mostly fairies or creatures that have wings. They must pass a kind of silver balloon and throw it on the golden basket that floated peacefully in the air.

November 11th "Good evening Alpha Xander Kuznetsov," Leo said as he opened the door to a tall man. He had jet black hair and icy blue eyes. His features were sharp and manly and had a dark stubble framed his jaw. "Good evening, Alpha Leonardo Loren," he said in a thick Russian accent as they shook hands. "Good to see you," Leo said, shaking his hand too. "This is my Beta, Blair, my Gamma, Luca and my Luna, Ella."

ANNABELLA { The Billionaire's Maid... } CHAPTER 31-32 ≺𝕀ℕ𝔹𝔼𝕋𝕎𝔼𝔼ℕ;𝔻𝕀𝕊 𝕆ℝ 𝔻𝔸𝕋??≻

“What?” “I’m infiltrating the black site. I have the code. I have the access. We don’t get another shot.” I blinked. Damon leaned over my shoulder. “That’s not a Thorne node.” “No. It’s older. Independent. Deep net access point buried under dummy satellites. He’s offshore, mobile, and he thinks we’ll chase ghosts.” “But you found him,” Damon said quietly. “I always find what I aim for.” The comm console lit up. Layla’s face appeared, grainy, rushed, headset askew. “You two still breathing?”

"Don’t worry, Father. I’ll bring back our glory. All of this will end soon. I promise." He sat back down beside the hospital bed, his eyes full of both anger and hope. Outside the window, posters and billboards glowed with one bold name: DL Corp — a mystery company getting ready to launch. No one knew who owned it, not the media, not the investors, not even Gilbert. Only a handful of people did: Damien, Lyriel, her family, Kohl, and Mr. George. The world was curious and competitors were on edge. Damien quietly watched it all unfold from home with Lyriel sitting beside him. He leaned back on the couch, eyes fixed on the news showing everyone's excitement, a faint smile on his face.

Nothing that could be taken from her. She works through the 1970s deeds. She works through the 1960s. The names change, the brokers change, the amounts change, but the structure remains the same: shell companies in Luxembourg, intermediaries in Calabria, money that originates in places the deeds do not name and arrives in Puglia clean enough to buy land. She copies it all into her notebook in the same steady hand, and I watch her, and the room fills with the quiet of two people who are both pretending to be doing something other than what they are actually doing.