Ella Loren Novels & Stories

she explained. "Nevertheless mind. As you can see, I was right when I said he needed a woman like you," she informed her. “Yes. You are a smart lady." "Sure. Was he happy with you?" She asked her with fake concern. "Which man will not be happy with her? Evelyn asked. Lorene turned around and displayed her butt before she answered her, "I made him moan in satisfaction and was happy to meet me and not you." "Really?" "Yes, You know where you belong. You need an ugly old duckling who would get tired after one minute.”

Lora walked in and flashed a smile at him, who looked confused and lost at the same time as she went to sit on the visitor’s swivel chair. “Who are you and how may I help you?” He asked. Lora leaned in closer with her hands on the desk that separated them. “I’m a friend and colleague of Luna at M&M Studios” she responded. Paul nodded still not convinced as to why she had come to see him. “My name is Lola and Luna asked me to come to see you…” she leaned in closer and whispered “You know for some ecstasy… she says I could get some real good options from you” Paul nodded “Very well… why did she tell you about the product?”

The luggage she had in her hand also screamed luxury. As she got closer, Caleb's breath hung in his throat as he took in on the thirty-seven year old woman that looked younger than most people in their twenties. Her petite waist shifted most of its fat to her hips and bust. Loren's artificial a*s and br**st looked so real that if Caleb had not been told earlier, he would have judged it to be real. "Damn! Loren, you look hot in your dress," Caleb said as he hugged her, genuinely mesmerized.

Lorenzo held the gaze of the woman wearing Isabella Moretti’s face—perfectly assembled, seamless at every edge, the kind of face that only raised suspicion in someone specifically searching for where the seams had gone wrong. “Elena operates under our oversight. Our line of business demands considerable personal alignment. Nothing beyond that.” One beat too long. Then the smile returned—thinner this time, borrowing a different shade from whatever catalog lived behind her eyes. “You never lost your gift for words, Lorenzo.” “One of my finer assets.” He lifted his fork again. “My other asset is refusing to let a meal this good go to waste.” She laughed—a small, genuine-sounding burst that land

David scoffed. “No! I’m not trash! I’m not trash! I’m not trash!” Lorraine muttered. “You are not only trash but also useless, unwanted trash! Hahaha!” David’s sardonic laughter rang in Lorraine’s ear. ‘I’m not trash. ‘Who am I then? ‘Who am I? ‘I remember. I’m Lorraine Lovewood.’ ‘I am Lorraine Lovewood who has been loved by thousands since I was a child. I am always the star no matter where I go.

Anna was at a loss for words because she could hear Adam breathing in her ear as if he were leaning in closer to her. "I'm Lorel Herry if you must know. Um... I am not sure if you are familiar with me or not, but I am also a celebrity." Annalia couldn't help but snicker under her breath when Lorel abruptly introduced herself. Seriously? Just like that? "Yeah. I have no idea who you are," Adam said as though nothing he said was significant. Obviously, this is a really significant issue. Lorel is a celebrity that is well-known all over the world! When Annalia looked at Lorel, she noticed that her countenance had changed, indicating that she did not like what Adam had said. Annalia coughed in a

And that was even rarer. What kind of woman could possibly catch Damiano’s attention—let alone provoke him? “You wouldn’t understand,” Liora said quietly, lowering her gaze. Once, by pure accident, she had discovered one of Damiano’s deepest secrets. To this day, she had never dared speak of it aloud. Liora turned slightly and gestured to Zayne. “Look into a woman named Lorenza Tommaso. She’ll be attending Mrs. Donovan Senior’s birthday banquet as well.”

She held onto my hands as she looked me in the eyes. “Next time you see this magic woman,” Loren said softly as she squeezed my hands. “Please thank her from the bottom of my heart. For both finding you and for this absolute treat. I will never, ever forget it.” I smiled at her softly and squeezed her hands back. “Of course,” I said. Loren bounced back up and started towards the door. “I have to call my mother,” she said. “We’ve been fans of Pietha for ages!” Her cheeks rouged slightly as she said it, looking at Pietha behind me.

She reached for her hand mirror and called for Margarette. “How are you? Did you get the dusts?” “Margarette, we need to talk. I want the truth. I want the whole story of Lenriad. Also, I have to tell you another thing.” Ellaine opened the leaf and stared at the beautiful face of a sleeping angel with golden hair.

They truly loved their leader. That lady who I saw earlier was Stepheno's mother. She is called the second Madam because of the order. Loren's mother is called the First lady. Her name is Ellen. She was very kind to me and I was returning the same kindness. I asked her about the time in Mansion when she was screaming that I was alive. Ellen said she mistook me for someone else and the topic dropped there. In three days I have learnt a lot about them. Loren's full name is Lorenzo Rothschild and Ellen was shocked to hear me call him in short name.