Ella Loren Novels & Stories

Loren is in a baby pink silk long dress, with a long slit that starts from her thigh, she packed up to a messy bun with very light makeup on her face. She looks absolutely stunning. I didn't realize they were already right in front of us until I heard Stacey speak. "Let's go." I came back to reality, I nodded as we proceeded further. ~~~ It's been not exactly exciting, to be honest, Stacey is not that bad of a company when she's not taking pictures of us and posting it and gushing about how cute we look together, she's actually has a sense of humor. Or maybe I'm that bored that any company won't be bad.

Luis said to her and led her to his room. Luis turned on his laptop and quickly went into his email. He opened the mail. Sheila Williams, 25 years, caucasian, North Africa, Western Sahara. Luis went through all the other details of the lady. His eyes widened "This can't be," Luis said and Lily looked at him questioningly. "She's been dead for 10 years now. We need to speak with Nora?" he said. "Why?" Lily asked "She is related to Nora," Luis said and Lily gasped.

Elena’s POV "If you don’t stop looking at that laptop screen, I am going to pour this green smoothie directly onto your keyboard. I’ll do it, Elena. I’ve lost my mind, and I’ll take yours with me." Lora didn’t wait for an invitation. She swept into our shared dorm space, her heels clicking in a tempo against the floor. She was already dressed in a slip dress the color of crushed rubies, her blonde hair styled into effortless waves that probably took two hours to perfect.

“Loraine, you think you have all the cards now by showing up with your son after all these years. Well, watch me!”. Elena Fellogan steps into Loraine's office, which is on the same floor as Dordrich's. Without knocking, Elena enters Loraine's workspace full of hate. But she looks at her unfazed, not in the least intimidated by her words.

A devious smile tugged at the corner of her lips, carving a deep seeded dread in the pit of my stomach. "You must be Kwen." I frowned at her already knowing my name. She chuckled. "What? No hugs for family? Such a shame. You can't even recognize your own great-grandmother." My eyes widened and my jaw hit the floor. No fucking way! She smiled. "I'm Loren, Torista's mother." My heart began to beat, erratically. I pushed the women further behind me, taking a step back. I looked into the woman's stone cold eyes. So this is Loren.

"Alpha! Come sit over here!" Lilo, the youngest of G*****a's quadruplet girls shouted, waving her hand vigorously and almost standing from her seat. She's the one with the double bun-fringe hair. She was sitting next to Lena, the second eldest and the one with a straight double ponytail with an air fringe. Lora, the eldest quad with the high straight ponytails and wispy fringe, sat at the other side of the empty chair Lilo wanted me to sit on. As usual, the one with the wavy twin tails sat next to her father. She's a Daddy's girl. Her name is Luna.

All then seemed to have evaporated into a black hole before my heart pumped me awake. Until then, before I knew it, I'm living the years of my life as the Luna of the Werewolves whole empire, Lumina, only by becoming the Alpha King's wedded wife- a title I'm most shameful of having. But I know that there's still more than what the eyes see. ***** "The letters have arrived, my lady." "What type?" Claude looked at me in confusion while I busied myself completing the reports from the border lands. "What do you mean what type? Are you expecting any other letters except for invitations and requests for an audience?"

JJ shows Daniel into my mother’s sitting room. “Hi Mr Fields, please call me Lily.” I narrow my eyes at JJ who blushes. I should really take what I can get, at least Lillian is not, Miss Blackwood. I shake Daniel’s outreached hand. “I wouldn’t be comfortable with Lily; may I call you Miss Blackwood?” he asks politely “No, you may not” his eyebrows shoot up in surprise, “Okay. Lily.” I smile. “This is Lucas Craven.” “Mr Craven is fine.” I narrow my eyes and roll my eyes at Luke. Men! JJ starts to leave.

She felt relieved when she closed the doors and went back to her seat. Like any other assassin, she had done her research. She was iconic in the fashion industry and had her own fashion line and was an investor in many popular cloth and shoe brands. She was rich, famous and was head over heels for Levi Wushi. However, even though she had everything she could ever want, she couldn't get any love or affection from Mr. Wushi.

Something tells me that it must be his mistress that he left to see. Allen walked quietly into the room, it was my girlfriend's bar, so no security dared stop me, I just followed Allen straight inside the room. “How did it go?” I heard a young lady's voice. It sounded like my girlfriend Joan but that was impossible, she was visiting her grandmother for the holiday. “Guess who isn't getting a breakup,” Allen laughed loudly. “That bitch thought she could just break up with me and leave me broke, that was a wide idea.” “She would be at your mercy…it's only a matter of time before you are the one heading The Rodriguez's group,” the lady added.