Imogen X Laudna Novels & Stories

She checked the caller ID and stepped into the garden to answer. "Hello?" X's robotic voice echoed. "Contact Bradley Warner." Mandy stayed silent. "Pretend to be pitiful." Mandy tugged at the garden leaves, wondering if X had planned this when he asked for her liver donation to Bradley. "With his personality, I think—" X interrupted, "He needs you." Mandy hadn't grasped what X meant by "he needs you" when the call was disconnected. She took a deep breath and returned to the living room, where Liora had been calling Selene.

Skylar joked and Scarlett giggled. "Oh, you'd better do that." She grinned. ____ Imogen walked out of the family's mansion, fully dressed and ready for her appointment with Doctor Greg. She walked to the car garage and nodded to a guard, tossing her car key to him and he immediately hurried to open the back door of her private car. Imogen was about to step in when her phone rang. Pausing on her attempt, she stared boredly at the phone in her hand. *Mr. Finley* The caller ID says.

They were about to walk towards the security room when suddenly she remembered something really important. "Hold up!" she added, "Zane, what's the name of the murdered man again?" "Aaron Deniega," Zane replied. "How did you know?" "He's a well-known man. In fact, he's the city's philantrophist," he added. They were ready to do their plan when they suddenly bumped into a young lad who was blocking their way. "Well, isn't you the famous young detective?" said the young lad who's older than the three of them, "You're Raine Garcia, right?"

Fiona and I exchange looks when he shifts and dashes out. “What is it?” I ask when Fiona starts pacing. She must be picking up and making sense of the howls. “I don’t know. The howls. They are specific. Rogues and death…” she says, and starts hyperventilating. I rush to her like a caring friend. “Fiona, are you okay?” “They…they are specific…” she halts. “It is a royal…an heir…Xaden,” she shakes her head, refusing to believe what is very clear in my mind.

They were a good addition since they helped them defend themselves against enemy packs. “Well, don’t come crying to me when she finds her mate. It won’t be easy fighting against a wolf for a girl’s love.” I turned my back on him, ignoring the words that kept coming from his mouth while rolling my eyes in annoyance. Leonard took the hint and decided to keep quiet. We both resumed our music until we heard the door open and Ximena walked in, as beautiful as ever. She was just like a porcelain doll, delicate and adorable. Blonde hair, big blue eyes and luscious lips were the highlight of her existence. She was the sweetest girl in this place and I was glad she was mine. I wasn’t sure for how lon

There is another tattoo on his shoulder, but I can't make out what it is from this far away, His tank top and bag were on the floor. Even from this distance, I see his piercing green eyes flashing at me. My throat runs dry, despite myself. He looks like a Greek god. He smirked at me when he saw me staring at him and turned away to do some pull-ups. Xander Black POV: I usually come to the gym now and then to burn off some anger, but sometimes now and then Ms. bitch ass would be here. I was doing some deadlifts while hearing a playlist but currently playing was "16 Shots" by Stefflon Don it was my favorite song in the playlist called "Tequila Sunrise" it's my all-time go. But when I turned my

“I don’t know what you think you know” “Don’t insult me,” Audrey snapped, her voice sharp now. “You forget I used to play these same games. I’m not June, Xander. I don’t fall for smiles and fake acts of love. I see through people like you, and I’ve been watching you for weeks now. You’re rerouting her assets, slowly taking control of the company, pretending to be her savior while you’re digging a grave for her legacy.” Xander sighed deeply and moved inside, closing the balcony door behind him. “Cut the chase. What do you want?”

“You’re kidding.” “I was… distracted.” Imogen winced. “He’s ridiculously good-looking. And I was… not exactly in my right mind.” Selena pressed a hand to her forehead, half in exasperation, half in amusement. “Imogen Warren. Billionaire heiress. CEO. And still you let your hormones outwit your brain.” “I never said I was perfect.” Imogen chuckled weakly, scrolling through her untouched call log. “What if he doesn’t call?”

Layla said, “He’s only saying that because he found out you’re Chameleon Fox.” “I’m Chameleon Fox, Sugar, and Imogen Doyle. Regardless of which identity of mine he falls in love with, they’re all me. Well, I do admit that I’ll still get jealous of myself. How can I, a young lady of the Doyles, be inferior to the Fox?” Imogen admitted that she would get envious of her alternate identities. She was also torn about Dylan loving her as Fox and not her real identity as a young lady of the Doyles.

How could someone like Andhara be involved with a group of rogues who spread cruelty? Enne took a deep breath, trying to calm down while looking at the snow piling up outside the window. The thick blanket was unable to calm her heartbeat that was getting more chaotic as she thought about that possibility. Altair's cold, reassuring voice continued to haunt her, like a whisper in the biting winter wind. Amidst the silence that enveloped his room, a voice appeared inside his head, soft yet sharp. It was the voice of Lynx, the inner wolf that lived within her and had long been a part of Enne's soul without her realizing it.