Elaina Light Novels & Stories

His sharp eyes scanned the surroundings before landing back on me. “This is my Beta, Andre,” I said and gestured behind me. Andre gave a curt, respectful nod. “Alpha Kael. An honor.” “Well met, Beta,” Kael said, before turning back to his car. “My Luna wished to remain at home due to an emergency. But she insisted I bring our greatest treasure. Elara, come.” The back door opened slowly and a woman emerged gracefully and poised. She had waves of honey blonde hair and eyes of the sea. She was, without any doubt, stunning. The picture of a perfect Luna.

As soon as he stepped into the penthouse, Ary opened the email fully and began reading: Elena Ava Nolan, born December 25, 1997 to Jon Patrick and Gina Marie Nolan, both of Essex, Massachusetts. Mother, deceased. Personal Details: - Age: 23 - Nationality: American - Marital Status: Married (Bradley “Brad” Hawkins) Residence and Employment: - Last confirmed residence: Shared condo with Bradley Hawkins in Lawrence, MA. - Last known employment: Junior Chef at Scavos Eatery, Essex, MA, from where she resigned, citing “personal reasons”

demanded the lady. "yes miss Jane. both our seatbelts are tightened except yours." responded jade. "Alright. mine is as well. shall we?" "back home?" inquired peter jokingly. "you wish." responded jane. In a few seconds, Jane's had set to start the engine. underground. (Hell). Down the alleys of the different walls that held the steaming flames of fire laid a young woman on a rock unconscious. Dressed in a torn short black dress. brown short head in her late twenties.

’ ‘As expected, she had not seen much of the word. I walked up to Ailina and held her arm, “Ailina, don’t you know Light? Light is the most popular designer in the fashion industry. Countless people flock to her design. Anything she designed, no matter its clothes or jewelry, is priceless. Even if one as money, he might not be able to get them. Ailina, do you think that a Light design is nothing?” She delved into her bag for a while. Then, she took out a small box and handed it to me. “This brooch is Light’s design, isn’t it?”

— Luciana knew that they were talking about the little girl. —Well, that makes me very happy, I think you already know most of them, so before starting the meeting, I'm going to introduce you to my beautiful daughter, the person in charge of the company, Luciana Brown, honey, this is Santiago O 'Brien — Santiago smiled as he finally knew who the beautiful woman was and extended his hand.

Rita said, simply and calmly. "Let me make something clear to you, Miss Bethany Madison. Makaila is nothing like you. You are just a bundle of stupidity, foolishness, fake body, bitchiness and Sultriness. Makaila on the other hand is a pretty girl with an open heart, very smart, brave and courageous girl. If you didn't know that, know it now and get it into that empty brain of yours. At least there would be something in it." Rita told her to her face and that left Bethany awestruck.

Evening light followed behind him, casting long shadows across the ground. He glanced at the battered dummy, then at the sword clenched in her hand. “What has you so worked up?” he asked, his tone lighter than the concern hidden beneath it. Elena looked away at once and said nothing. She pushed herself upright and reached for the sword again, but Kael remained where he was, waiting with infuriating patience. Silence stretched between them until it became harder to hold than the truth. Elena’s shoulders sagged slightly. “I ranked near the bottom,” she said at last. “Elaine is in the top fifty.” Her chest rose sharply as she fought to steady her breathing. “It feels like I am the shadow and sh

Her green eyes roamed over Lydia as she exclaimed, “Oh my God!” Lydia stifled a laugh; she knew her mom would soon comment on her beauty and how she would sweep every male off their feet that evening. It was clear that Lydia resembled her mother, both standing tall and slender, with curves that could captivate anyone. Lydia had inherited Luna Alice's striking green eyes, long tan limbs, pointed nose, and beautifully shaped lips.

The same light that marked me as different and dangerous and destined for things I never asked for. Dylan appeared in the doorway, he was holding Aiden and Lyra in both arms. "Elena." He gasped. "What is wrong with me?" Elena cried while staring at her glowing hands with terror in her eyes. Tears streamed down her face and her whole body was shaking. The light grew brighter with her fear and I could see the panic taking over.

He wanted to leap, to tear Marla off my arm, to claim the woman with fire-red hair and pain in her eyes. Loriah. Elara Dane. Whatever she called herself now. The city lights spread beneath us, glittering like broken glass. Somewhere down there, she was. Close enough to touch, yet gone again. Nicole’s voice came through the phone, steady and precise. “Alpha, I’ve tracked her. Elara Dane is scheduled for a concert in New York that will last three nights. I’ve also secured you a private appointment through her label, though it will take some maneuvering.”