Imogen X Laudna Novels & Stories

"Aren't you sweet? She’ll look just like Aunt Nadine, Isabel.” Her best friend beamed with pride whenever she referred to her deceased mother, Nadine Madrigal-Saavedra, who was a famous model. The two women walked towards the Laguardia residence with the children walking beside them. They talked easily about their home life, their mutual friends and the latest gossip. Their conversation remained as bright and sparkling as when they were young girls. Imogen was grateful that their house was only five minutes away from the park. She’d carried Meg halfway to the house and realized that she’d gotten heavier. Kevin must have been feeding his charge sweets again.

“If Winter is so merciless, why has he left Dixon breathing?” “Because Luna Imogen hails from Torrine,” Skye replied, his voice steady but grim. “Her blood buys Dixon time and that is the only chain keeping Dixon’s head on his shoulders. Winter’s claws are sheathed—for now. Dixon wields that leverage like a shield but he dances on the edge of the blade. Oshea wields nothing.”

Imogen was carefully training a creamy-white ‘Alba’ rose to frame the stone face. “Who is she supposed to be?” Milo asked, steadying the ladder Imogen stood on. “No one knows,” Imogen said, her voice slightly strained as she reached to secure a stem. “Maybe an ideal. A muse. A goddess of the garden.” “She looks like you,” he said, his voice quiet. Imogen nearly lost her balance. She looked down at him. He was staring up at her, his face open, his statement simple and devastating. “She’s covered in lichen,” Imogen managed, her heart hammering.

Thankfully, Imogen does not remember anything about the incident and I hope it would remain that way. The bathroom door creaked open behind me. Sasha walked in, towel pressed to her damp hair. She froze when she saw me, then smiled like this was just another morning after a party. Like she had not tried to kill someone last night. In that moment she looked just like her father, Robert Padalecki. It didn’t matter that Sasha took her mother’s maiden name, West, she was just as evil as her father. “Mason,” she said, her voice light. “I didn’t hear you come in.”

She could only sit there, awkwardly smiling at the overwhelming flattery. Amid the compliments came a mocking laugh. Everyone turned to see a young woman in the corner, dressed extravagantly, her expression full of disdain. She smirked and looked at Layla. “Miss Xander, no wonder you called off your engagement. Turns out you’ve managed to snag Mr. Lucas.” Her tone dripped with sarcasm, the implications in her words unmistakable. Layla’s expression darkened slightly. If she wasn’t mistaken, this woman was one of Xena’s friends, a minor model with barely any recognition.

“Mom…” “Lia…” Xyla mumbled, “You’re my daughter… You’re Cordelia Jenner… You’re a Jenner?” Cordelia was dumbfounded. Suddenly, Xyla’s expression changed. As if she had finally snapped herself back to reality, her eyes were filled with hatred right now. “Mom?” “You’re a Jenner, so that means you’re William’s daughter!” Before Cordelia could do anything, Xyla grabbed her hair. Cordelia shouted and was overwhelmed with fear. She tried to break herself free from Xyla’s grip but to no avail as Xyla refused to let go of her hair.

“That is not enough to accuse these two in public. Corwyn is not even a member of my court.” Xandra raises her chin, looking surprisingly like Xander for the first time in a while. “Lord Denidor is, and a dangerous one. I know we can prove it, if an accusation is made and a search can be undertaken.” Moonlight hits both of their faces. Xandra has so many of her mother’s features, but on her, they all look sharper. Like someone filed down the excess, leaving only the finest point behind. Xandra is an arrow, whistling toward her target. Luna Maris….

The look of terror on her face only made my day brighter. “Who are you?” she asked, trying to keep her voice steady. Deep down I knew it was all an act. Zane had told me everything about her and exactly how to deal with her. This would be easy. I scoffed and tilted my head. “I am Camila Xial. The retired mayor’s daughter and the wife of Xavier Cross.”

I told my friend. He just nodded and walked towards his bathroom, wiping away at his eyes. I shook my head as I pulled out my phone. I was going to hate myself for this. I found the person I was looking for and tapped their number. I lifted my phone to my ear and sighed, as my mate was glaring at me. I barred my teeth at him with a growl. "Hello?" A familiar voice asked. "This is Emiko Arachne Botan, Queen of Fae, Arachnids, and Wendigos."

“It’s just dinner.” Talia gasps like I just said something offensive. “Just dinner? Audrey, this is Xavier Kingston. He’s not some dude from down the street. He’s—” “Intimidating,” I mumble. Talia softens a little. “Yeah, but he’s into you. And if a guy like that is willing to risk his reputation for you? You better own it.” I don’t know if that’s true. But when Lisa is done with my hair and makeup, and I look at myself in the mirror, I almost believe it.