Krista Lenz 소설 & 이야기

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..."

her voice was cold. Drake couldn’t speak; he was speechless. “I won’t miss every detail of the alpha who made me suffer, who is inconsiderate, and who is ruthless,” she mumbled. “I’m just unimportant, not even treated well. I don’t have the right to miss an alpha. Do you want to know why?” Emily asked sarcastically. His jaw clenched, and his fists crumpled. “Why, Emily?” he asked. “I don’t have the right to fall in love with a ruthless beast, and I don’t want to fall in love if it’s you,” she answered truthfully.

— Luciana knew that they were talking about the little girl. —Well, that makes me very happy, I think you already know most of them, so before starting the meeting, I'm going to introduce you to my beautiful daughter, the person in charge of the company, Luciana Brown, honey, this is Santiago O 'Brien — Santiago smiled as he finally knew who the beautiful woman was and extended his hand.

She would have seriously hated having to replace her brand new brown chiffon knee length halter dress and four-inch heel lace-up sandals. When the transformation was complete, she breathed a sigh of relief. It was so freeing to release her dragon, especially after such a stressful day. Launching herself into the air, Leah reveled in the luxuriating feel of the wind whipping past her scales as she flew towards her destination. While she could have walked to where she was going, it would have taken her more than an hour to get there, whereas flying got her there in no more than twenty minutes. Hazel Drift was pretty large. So, when the war broke out, it was divided into two. Her clan owned thi

It breaks my heart a little more that Zander doesn’t want to share this with me. As I look around, my eyes collide with intense hazel ones, staring at me in disbelief. His scent engulfs meand it is suddenly harder to breathe. I fidget, a little uneasy with his gaze. I didn't realize he wouldn’t want me to be here. I at least thought he would be somewhat happy that I was here. I could feel Kia stirring. She is already ten times stronger than she had been all week, nearly back to her full strength.

William Leng spoke with steady and flat tone. 'Cristine! Cristine Jin'. Yes She was Cristine Jin now not Crista Jin. But she didn't dare to look up. if they recognized her, she'd straight off die!

One was an angel, and the other was the evil twin. She just finished dancing. Her denim ripped short pulled up, showing the viewers of her long shaped legs and a piece of gorgeous round arse. She sat back in front of the screen, making her warm and seductive eyes shone on the camera. I was one hundred percent it was Westley. Her hair right now was a wig. It didn’t look lively on the screen. She was using contact lenses, and this time, it was gray. Sindy Kate was typing an answer to her viewers.

The muscles around her jaw tightened. "No joke, Mr. Rowell. And I don't appreciate your comments." She took a step forward and held out her hand. "Krista Gauthier. Everyone calls me Kris. That's K-R-I-S. Not C-H-R-I-S. And, yes, I'm the leader of this team."

Lena's POV I was arranging the files on Lucian’s desk when Kristen walked in. “Hi,” she said casually, leaning against the doorframe like she owned the place. “Hi,” I replied without looking up. “I’m just arranging the files here.” Lucian glanced between us, clearly sensing something but choosing not to interrupt. Kristen smiled, slow and deliberate. “Well actually, I didn’t come for Mr Valentino.” Her eyes slid to me. “I came for you, Lena.”

“Actually… there’s something I wanted to mention. It’s… unconventional.” Her curiosity piqued despite the hollow ache in her chest. “Unconventional how?” “There’s an artist,” Alden said. “Damien Cross. You’ve probably heard of him.” Lena frowned. “No, I don’t think so.” A faint smirk touched his lips. “Not surprising. He’s… not exactly mainstream. Reclusive. Selective. But his work...” he paused, searching for the word, “...it’s raw. Provocative. He only works with live models, and… he’s looking for one.”