Ilana Tan Novels & Stories

Jamira said if she knew how, she’d tell me, but heaven was not her domain. We enter Trasion easily. There was no fee to enter or live there other than you had to be a winemaker. My father was known well for his wine. Even though it was a small shop, dad’s wine was rare and delicious. He was offered his own factory many times, but he knew if he started a factory, he wouldn’t have time for his family. I told the duke of the town that I was his granddaughter. I kept my fathers last name; Celestia, and changed my first name to Lila. As far as anyone knew I was layla’s daughter. I willed everything to myself. If anyone asked where my mother was, I would say she died at the age of 44. 44 years old

He dipped his head, and stepped to one side. My annoyance at Mason getting the getting the better of me; “My name is Sienna...” I bite out. “Not Luna.” I couldn’t find it in myself to apologies at this moment for my own clumsiness of not looking where I was going. But at this moment I was far too riled up.

She continued and it was as if I saw Andrè’s eyes sparkle a bit with his chest pushed out but I decided to think against it. “Then the Beta’s mate, doing the work of a Luna, to her Beta, is also a best friend and sole protector to the Luna, the Beta Princess. Most times, they are close.” She said with a wink and I smiled, I had heard someone call her that, the Luna would be so lucky to have s friend like her. But why did they give themselves those weird names? “Moving on to the third in command, the Gamma. He is most times, also the sole protector to the Luna, just like in this case. And he also trains the warriors.” It felt like an enjoyable lecture, everyone seemed to be getting excited.

I murmured. “Speak of the devil.” Detective baker frowned. I looked in the direction of where he was looking and saw a woman in a suit walking toward us. She had a friendly smile painted on her face, but I had a feeling we wouldn’t be the best of friends. “Detective Baker, long time no see,” she beamed. “I prefer it that way,” detective Baker grumbled. He still hadn’t returned her smile. So they must have some kind of history there. She looked at me. “You must be Marina Davis,” she said. “I am Special Agent Danna Halman. You can call me Danna or agent Danna.”

He told her. "If you do that, you wouldn't be seeing him today. I'm his right hand. The person after him. I could put in words for you to enable the meeting hold today, if you want me to. Otherwise, I'll return to my office," Caitlyn voiced out with her usual smile. Martin clenched his teeth and his fists in anger. The smile she held irritated him. To be the right hand of lawyer Bernard, she must be extremely smart and intelligent. Martin despised smart women.

I like her. I like Aviana…

He held on to my right shoulder, so I turned to face him. "Will you take your hand off my shoulder or I'll turn you into a mouse?" I raised my left eyebrow, glaring at his cold yet undeniably handsome face. "Whoops!" He immediately took his hand off my shoulder. "You two! What are you waiting for?" The guard on the table called us. He's looking at me from head to toe right now. I quickly walk towards him and say, "My name is Alenna Delevigne from the city of Nalaknabak. I'm a..."

I quickly step out to see a woman whose voice sounded awfully familiar, arguing with Delilah, the only model acquaintance I got along with because she was just as bitchy and spoilt as me. “You think I am a loser with no friends. Okay, first of all you couldn’t be more wrong, I have a lot of friends, Elizabeth, Victoria, Danika…..umm...my mother, my grandmother who, fun fact, knitted this sweater for me.” The woman said proudly as she gave Delilah what she thought was a savage reply. Yep, that’s Emily. Delilah just shook her head as she tried to process Emily’s personality, “What’s going on?” I intervene before the fight gets out of hand.

I say, staring at her. She raises her head, batting her eyelashes. I smirk, manipulative. She gets up, and she struts towards me, twirling in circles as she advances towards me, I sight a large butterfly tattoo on her back, her brown hair is plaited into three braids. Taliana Black is a very beautiful woman, but her beauty is not mine to adore, it's someone else's. "Ca_den."She enunciates my name, a grin on her face.

It had her name written all over it. “No, I don’t like it,” I snapped. “She’s showing everything.” “Oh, don’t be so old-fashioned,” Ilaria teased, waving a hand. “Look at that ass. It deserves to be shown off.” She was baiting me. I knew it. “I don’t see you parading around in one.” She shrugged. “I’m a mom. My body’s gone through two pregnancies. I leave the show-stopping bikinis to her.” “Your body’s perfect,” Antonio murmured into her neck.