Novel & Cerita Ella Loren

He asked irritably in a low tone. "This woman said Celine is a bitch! Questa fottuta cagna." Loren's forehead furrowed even more and she was obviously angry at what she heard. "What ?! It's just right to call her a bitch—" "Ella!" The three of us almost jumped at Loren's shout. "Don't you dare." I stared at him. There was anger and irritation on his face as he looked sharply at Ella. Ella, on the other hand, almost rolled her eyes because she couldn't believe what she heard. She tried to answer but when he stared into Loren's eyes, she could do nothing but leave and enter the elevator.

She uncrossed her legs and leaned forward, elbows on her knees, palms pressed together with the remote in them. “When I said you were mine, did you think I was playing?” “No… no, I never thought that…” The words came out cracked and slutty like a whore. Another strong vibration hit, and my hips jerked uselessly against the wide belly strap. “Mae did good work,” she said. My mind scrambled. “Mae? The makeup artist? “She’s a good friend of mine.” Loren stood. “She doesn’t do makeup. She moves heavier things and does me some favor whenever I need it.”

The alphanumeric characters dancing across the high-resolution interface refused to align with the foundational logic of her entire existence. LORRIE ELMUNDO IS NOT THE BIOLOGICAL DAUGHTER OF CARLOS AND GRACE ELMUNDO. Lorenzo read the diagnostic profile a second time, his internal processing engines running multiple validation sweeps. Then a third time. The embedded cryptographic laboratory seal. The precise, unalterable sequencing of the DNA markers. The formal authentication of a sovereign European government database. Every single data point was immaculately, terrifyingly genuine.

I stood behind her so that they would have a full view of her; after all, she was the Luna. “On behalf of the alpha, I want to specially welcome you all to our pack, Axelland,” Lyra said warmly, her voice carrying authority yet kindness. “Most of you know me as I have been with you for the past year. But for those who don’t know me, my name is Lyra. I am Damien’s mate, and this is Denise, his sister. He has been incredibly busy, but he extends his wishes and says he will come and see you when he has the time.”

"Alpha Arlo Desperate to Find His Missing Mate!" Photographs of Lune, radiant and smiling, accompanied each article. The images showcased her beauty, but they also highlighted the stark reality of her absence. Readers scrolled through pictures of her attending classes, laughing with friends, and moments shared with Arlo—each snapshot a reminder of the life she once led. The juxtaposition of her vibrant spirit against the backdrop of her mysterious disappearance fueled public fascination and concern.

I looked up from the floor and saw the beautiful brunette from the pictures. "Luna, this is Channing. She has just joined the pack," Allen announced. I saw her nod, then they both kinda zoned out. Probably mind linking. She gasped and quickly kneeled down to me. "What are you doing Lainee?" I heard a muffled voice in the room question. Luna, or Lainee stood up. "I'm kneeling before a warrior wolf. The Alpha of the Black Moon Warriors," she replied awestruck. Before I could even say anything a girl with black hair like Allen's popped out of the room looked at me before bowing like her Luna.

They turned to see tall, beautiful dark haired woman standing a few feet away with a smirk on her face. Leah had to admit. She felt a momentary bit of jealousy upon first seeing the woman. The woman looked graceful and elegant. Leah felt almost homely compared to this woman, and the smirk on the woman’s face didn’t make things any better. Leah almost felt like smacking the smirk right off her face. Was this bitch one of Ray’s ex-lovers? She wouldn’t be surprised. After all, Ray was a very handsome and sexy man. He had no doubt had many past lovers to satisfy his needs. He was a wolf after all. Wolves have been rumored to have a very high sex drive.

A voluptuous woman entered, wearing a dark orange color dress and high heels. Her neck was decorated with three layers of peals hanging one under another. She had brown curly hair reaching her shoulder. Narrow long eyes, a sharp nose, and thin lips. With a swift moment, she was in front of me. I turned towards Loren. He disappeared. Where? I looked around to find him. He was hiding in the narrow space between the shelf and the wall. And was gesturing some actions towards me.

I quickly walk towards him and say, "My name is Alenna Delevigne from the city of Nalaknabak. I'm a..." "Mortal!" The guard puppet beside him said, which made me look at it. Well, I guess it's better that I am tagged as a mortal. I can keep a low profile. "Your dress looks like that of a witch." The guard smiled at me and turned to face Feirro, who was standing beside me. "My name is Feirro Erickson, and I'm from the city of Nalaknabak. I'm a werewolf!" The guard puppet looked at him and verified, "Werewolf!"

Get your head out of the gutter. But truth be told, he was smoldering hot. His face cut was that of a Greek God and his physique was that of a hunk. A handsome hunk. For a moment I thought I was in love with him. But the irony, I didn't even know his name. Wow, Arabella! Exactly why your love life equals zero.