Novel & Cerita Dr Larina Gutenberg

—they separated immediately. — No — Luciana said and she approached her friend whom she hugged very tightly. — I'm sorry — she said sincerely. —Do not worry honey. We can go now, everything is ready, now we have to agree with the wedding designer and start planning my wedding for two months. —Irina said very happily. Luciana was happy for her friend, they walked together and Luciana apologized to Mr. and Mrs. Guiachetti, who told her to be calm, that nothing had happened. When they were going to get each couple into the car, Saúl stopped Santiago and took them away from the girls who were They looked like parrots.

There was a pause—thick, uncomfortable silence as the word Luna settled into the space between them. Nina blinked. Then she recovered quickly, her smile sharp and feline. “How charming. I didn’t think Knox had the temperament to manage a mate. Let alone someone with your… interesting presence.” Lydia smiled wider. “Interesting is better than forgettable, isn’t it?” Knox coughed into his hand, clearly stifling a laugh. Nina’s eyes flashed. “Well, I suppose it makes sense. Some of us are chosen by birth. Others… settle where they can.”

Despite whatever happened between them, he still was her lecturer and for all she knew, still hated her for whatever reason he had to in the past. “Sorry.” She chuckled nervously. Lucian quirked a brow and she almost face palmed herself realizing he must not have even thought about it too deeply. “How did you get in here?” he questioned, firm. Her being able to access this room had only confirmed his suspicions and solidified what he already knew. She was supernatural and knew she that she was but has been playing the ignorant from day one. It was the only logical explanation for how she would know about the portal beneath his desk. She must have targeted him. What he wanted to know though w

When they stabilize, she's gone, leaving only a single blackthorn rose on the case. Lillian's wheelchair squeaks furiously as she hacks the guest list. "Lucina Moretti doesn't exist." She spins the laptop. "But look who did graduate from Blackstone Biotech's 'special internship' program." The screen shows a teenage girl with Lucina's eyes standing beside Arthur. The caption chills my blood: "G-17 Success Story - Subject L.M. excels in behavioral mimicry trials" Damien's phone buzzes with Elena's alert: "She's heading for the vault."

Lana's POV My hands are shaking, and I did not notice until I tried to turn the page. The first page of the second file is clinical in the way of documents produced by observers rather than participants. Detached. Precise. The kind of language that has been drained of all warmth on purpose, because warmth would require whoever wrote it to acknowledge that the subject they are analyzing is a person. Subject: Lana Hubbard. Classification: Hybrid Specimen — Fox/Wolf. Designation: Lycan. Theoretical category, previously undocumented.

Erika's POV "Well, we don’t want to hurt her. It’s the safest way." The Gamma explained. Sure, and you chose the most humiliating way. I interrupted him through mind-link. He looked shocked by my words and then turned to Derek. "She is Erika, your Luna." Derek said and walked ahead. "I’m sorry, Luna." The man apologized immediately. Much as I didn’t want to admit it, being the Luna earned me much respect. "Kent, the Gamma of our pack." Derek introduced him to me.

I was in Linus's study looking for an old file when I pulled out a thick volume called Integrated GIS Approaches in Mediterranean Archaeology. Inside was a sticky note with Linus's handwriting, listing a few questions and a website. That meant nothing. But on the back of the note was another line of writing, neat and careful, in German. “To Professor Alder, thank you for your guidance. This ocean of intellect has gained its lighthouse because of you. S.” S, Sylvia.

"No." Lucien smiled. "He learned." The difference between those two sentences was terrifying. Dante finally understood why Evelyn was afraid. Because Lucien wasn't describing trauma. He was describing transformation. "What did he become?" Dante asked quietly. Lucien's smile widened. "The most successful Genesis subject." The words echoed through the tunnel. Everyone froze. Even Marco. "Wait." Marco frowned. "I thought Aruna was." Lucien shook his head. "No." A pause. "Aruna was designed to lead."

Laura was the genius who suggested poisoning their water and as I see it now, it was very useful. I saw how their witches grew faint under the spells of my witches, and the wolves were pressed to the ground one after the other, and most of them had already fainted from shortness of breath. I was sure that there would be no surprises here and that my witches would triumphantly bring them to me. Victoria and Leonhard deserved a painful death because they had dared to run away from me, and I was ready to listen to their screams.

Lurina was shocked, took a piece and ate it, no problem, it still tasted the same as before. Max watched from the side and spoke up to tease, "I say Letitia, you're not pregnant, are you?" Letitia's body stiffened and she glared angrily, and before he could finish his sentence, Lurina opened his mouth, "How is that possible? She's only just differentiated." Max grinned playfully, "The youngest daughter of a well-known corporation has been genetically mutated by late differentiation and thus has the ability to reproduce herself! Well, the state will definitely protect you as a treasured animal."