Kara Danvers And Lena Luthor Novels & Stories

Her real parents were now like two distant memories she could hardly recall and that was something which always made her sad. Lena was an independent woman who had come into Kara's life a year and some months after Kara had been sheltering in a foster home. Days back then had been dark, sad and long. She had always kept to herself and cried herself to sleep. Then came along Lena, who raised Kara singlehandedly and worked so hard, it rubbed off on Kara. Lena was practically the strongest woman Kara had ever known and so she had made a vow. Kara would never let her mother down. No matter what it took.

Dante's Point Of View (The counsel.) I do not know how to say it but meeting Lena has changed a lot for me. I have hope of getting what belongs to me back. She isn't anything like Gwen, she just happened to have the face of my wife, there are lots of differences but she still has the face of my wife. Even with that Lena is nothing like my wife, Gwen, she is weak, she doesn't have etiquettes and I know that it's because she didn't grow up in the same environment as Gwen, she is so different from Gwen.

Alpha Damian Thorn. Her stomach turned. He was the only one who could have caught her. He spoke in a low, steady voice, "Lena Carter. You have been a very tricky criminal to catch." She clenched her jaw and braced herself with her arms. “Well, I like to keep things interesting.” His gaze darkened. “You crossed into my land.” “I was just passing through.” “You’re lying,” Damian said. She opened her mouth, but before she could speak, more footsteps came up behind her. A man with dark blond hair and a cocky grin stopped beside Damian. Elliot Grey, who is his Beta.

Alexander 's POV Dressed in her signature black: leather pants tucked into combat boots, a cropped hoodie revealing the intricate tattoo of interlocking gears and thorns curling up her midriff—a nod to her mechanic father's garage back in the pack enclaves. She never bowed to anyone, not even Damian, who'd once caught her hot-wiring his vintage Triumph just to "test the wards." Instead of punishment, he'd hired her on as a junior enforcer for the university's security detail. Lena Vale didn't do deference; she did disruption.

But when feelings grow darker, boundaries blur and Mercer’s possessive tendencies stop feeling fictional, Lena is forced to decide whether she’s falling into the world’s most intoxicating love story like her best friend Kieran or volunteering herself as the main character in a beautifully romantic disaster. OUR MAIN COUPLE LENA MARQUEZ Age: 27 Career: Senior editor at a sports/media publication BlackLine Magazine. Personality: Lena is loud, sarcastic, emotionally intelligent and dangerously nosy. She’s the type of woman who can roast you lovingly while simultaneously helping you hide a body. She thrives in chaos, Feeds on gossip and lives for the drama she claims she hates. Unlike Kieran, Le

"You haven't even met her, so how can you deduce all those things? Are you a seer or something?" "I do not need to be one to know what someone related to Danister is capable of." "Well, like I said, I have reasons for sparing her, and you’re not the one who will tell me what to do." Kara nodded slowly, walking to face the window. When Logan saw she was already upset, he walked to her and wrapped his arms around her from behind. "I didn't want to tell you this before, but Alexa Danister is my mate." Kara turned, pushing him away in shock, "what do you mean by that?"

he added. Emily didn’t give him a fuck. She just fixed her hair, trying to suppress her groans. She was calm, yet her eyes were deadly. She wants to punch him and feed Drake to her wolf. ‘Ew! I’m a vegetarian. I don’t eat wild animals!’ Leia came into her thoughts. ‘Don’t think that way, girl. It’s gross,’ Leia added. Instead of answering Leia, she closed her eyes and heaved a sigh. “Good morning to you, Drake,” she faked her smile. “I’m not hurt. It’s bearable,” she answered his first question.

I looked up at my reflection hair neat, lips pressed together, eyes holding just a touch too much fire. I’m not the same girl who started here, I thought. That girl would’ve cried. Apologized. Curled inward. Not me. Not anymore. The bathroom door creaked open. I stiffened. But it wasn’t Lena. It was Cara, one of the quieter design assistants from marketing. She had short curls and a nervous energy, like someone always trying not to take up space. “I saw what she did,” she said softly. “Lena. It wasn’t an accident.”

Lena hurled back at Carla. I sighed, already having a headache. I was surprised to not see any hurt flashover Carla’s face. Does she not feel anything for Dave anymore? “Anything else you want to inform me about myself that I don’t already know?” Carla bit back, surprising me because she used to be quite timid while growing up. It’s shocking to see her standing her ground like this. Before Lena could respond, I spoke up. “Carla, meet Lena. She’s a friend.” I introduced Lena, knowing she badly wanted the girlfriend tag, but I wasn’t sure I'd ever be ready for that.

A figure lunged out of the shadows straight for Lena. Fast. No warning. Vance reacted instantly. He stepped in, catching the strike before it reached her. Steel clashed. The sound cut through the silence. Lena stumbled back. Her pulse spiked. Another movement, behind. She turned Too late. A second attacker came low, aiming for her side. The Echo surged violently. Her breath caught… Then it snapped outward. A sharp pulse slammed into the attacker mid-step. He staggered. Just enough. Lena pushed back, scrambling to her feet.