Fuegoleon X Nozel Novels & Stories

"The rumor concerning CRUZ company...you didn't hear it?" "CRUZ company? I didn't hear about that, what was it about?" "CRUZ company was accused of producing fake designs and forging other companies' designs of paintings. It was all over the news, Clara." There was a hint of shock and surprise in Ella's voice.

**GROWL** Suddenly my stomach rumbles in hunger. I blush and look away from him. He chuckles at me, "you are hungry, Joenabell." I shyly nod without looking at his face. "Let's go somewhere." He states. We walk away from the house, and I find something extravagant. My eyes are about to pop out to see a silver metallic Lamborghini Veneno. I rub my eyes to clear if what I see is real. "You can drive, Leonel?" I ask with a surprised look on my face.

Daring him to argue. "Elena is just my stepsister." My name hit the air like something rotten, like the word itself made her sick. "And nothing more." The tension spiked, so thick it felt like it might crush me. I didn’t move. Didn’t breathe. Trevor’s eyes flickered between us, searching. Studying. Like he already knew something we didn’t. But he didn’t argue. Didn’t react. Just gave a slow, measured nod. "Of course," he said smoothly. "My apologies, Luna."

He loved to make me feel like I was begging for what was rightfully mine. Pleading! Snort!!… I, Luna Freya, should plead for sex. Leo must be fucking out of his mind. My asking him not to stop what we were about to enjoy, wasn't me begging. It was a mask of deceit I had to wear on my face. A mask that would portray me as a desperate bitch who wanted her mate so badly. That girl he has always known me to be. I needed to wear my mask so I could easily carry out my plans against him. Leo was my mate. The shit gave him an edge over my emotions through the bond. He could easily tell I was up to no good if I let him sense my attitude of, ‘I’m not desperate.’

Lena's POV. I hummed a sweet, melodious tune as I walked down from the market with a bag of groceries in my hand. I couldn't get his voice out of my mind. I was excited. Too excited. He promised to marry me, he promised to make me his Luna. And even as I silently flung open the door, I could hear his voice in my head. Literally. “Yes! oh god! Yes! Come on, fuck the shit out of me” a loud moan snapped me out of my head. I froze looking straight ahead at the couch.

Leonel was actually one of Boss friends that I respected a lot. He was the exact opposite of Damien. And that was why I loved him. We got to the clan and Leonel came out of the car, Boss in his arms. Luckily, Noone was out. That would have sparked alot of worried air. We met benzo, still standing and I squinted. “Don't tell me that you waited here all through!” I asked and he rolled eyes. “Why wouldn't I? When you suddenly Zoomed off!” He mumbled and I shrugged.

Everyone did what felt right. Hell yeah, I thought, twirling my way back to Enzo, the faerie ball had been the best idea ever. Totally random, totally obscure, but fun as fuck. And, hopefully, a marker of the things to come once I became Moose Creek’s Luna. Even if I couldn’t shift into a wolf, I could throw a damn good party. The fairy lights twinkled, golden stars dotting the backdrop of peach-pink clouds and craggy bottle-green pines and, further back still, the greying silhouettes of the mountains beyond. Everywhere I looked was a scene from a fairytale, filled with horned, whiskered creatures, seelie and unseelie fae, and alcohol. Lots and lots of alcohol.

(Fiesty slut isn't she what I wouldn't pay to be the one fucking this virgin pussy) the man said cruelly. She flinched at his words and she felt him stroking her thighs as he struggled against the next mans grip. " Basta che ora appartiene a Leonardo e non deve essere toccata, a meno che tu non voglia spiegare al don che hai rovinato il suo regalo di compleanno"(Thats enough she belongs to Leonardo now and is not to be touched, this is unless you want to explain to the don that you ruined his birthday gift) the other man said.

"You look funny when you panic like that, Leon." "Oh shut up! And don't call me Leon! I feel like a lion." "Yes, I realize that your name doesn't fit your character, Leon. You look pathetic when your daughter sulks. You don't look fierce at all. You're a weak man." "Shut up!" The man called Niguel burst out laughing at his friend's anger. Meanwhile, Leonel looked really frustrated. This was the first time Leonel had made his Feli cry. ***

“Or Leonel will have single-handedly devoured it all before we get to it.” Leonel feigned offense, placing a hand over his heart. “I can’t believe you’d think so little of me. I’m not a monster — I can share. But only if there’s enough to go around.” I couldn’t help but laugh. “Well, considering how much Noelle has been craving, I’d say there’s probably more than enough.” Leonel’s eyes lit up at the mention of Noelle’s cravings. “Oh, don’t even get me started. She’s been driving me crazy with her midnight snack requests. Last week, it was pickles and ice cream. Tonight, it’s mashed potatoes and gravy.”