Novel & Cerita Krista Lenz

Her green eyes roamed over Lydia as she exclaimed, “Oh my God!” Lydia stifled a laugh; she knew her mom would soon comment on her beauty and how she would sweep every male off their feet that evening. It was clear that Lydia resembled her mother, both standing tall and slender, with curves that could captivate anyone. Lydia had inherited Luna Alice's striking green eyes, long tan limbs, pointed nose, and beautifully shaped lips.

“I wasn’t sure.” Her eyes moved briefly to me. “You’re Elara Vance.” “Yes.” “I’m glad you came.” Dominic stepped slightly in front of me. “Who are you?” The woman hesitated. Then she said a name. “Lena Corvin.” Dominic’s eyes narrowed slightly. “You work for the Vaelor Industrial Trust.” “Yes.” “How long?” “Six years.” I studied her carefully. She didn’t look like someone comfortable standing here. But she also didn’t look like she was lying.

Armor disguised as grace. Lena arrived last. I saw her from across the room, dark curls tucked into a sleek twist, a navy suit that fit like it had been measured in whispers. She didn’t smile when our eyes met. Lena Alvarez, the woman who dismantled a tech conglomerate with a single article, and made a hedge fund CEO cry on live TV. She didn’t need warmth to be dangerous. Just facts, and the scent of blood. “Juliana Cross,” she said as she stopped in front of me.

Chloe added proudly. I nodded, swallowing a lump in my throat. “You really are.” “We’ve got to run now—Chloe has ballet.” The woman extended her hand. “I’m Natasha, by the way.” I shook it. “Lena. Lena Venedetta.” “It was lovely meeting you, Lena. Enjoy Hermosa Beach.” “Maybe we’ll see you in New York next year!” Chloe shouted with a grin. I smiled. “Maybe. And thank you—for everything.”

"Tell me the truth, Spike. Are you using me for your own gain?" Spike hesitated, his gaze flickering away from mine for a moment before returning. This time, I could see that he was hiding something. "yes, in a way, I am using you, but not to hurt you. I care about you, Luna" his voice broke as he spoke. "I've wanted to tell you for a few days now, but I just haven't worked out how" his eyes fell to the ground. I could see and feel that whatever he was about to tell me hurt him. Taking a deep breath, he went on. "I'm cursed; I was cursed over 500 years ago by a witch named Sylva. She was one of your ancestors. After she cursed me, she told me that one day, I would meet a girl with hair as da

I was about talking when Anita came over. "Hmm...What's going on here?" she asked Lexy putting her hand on lexy's shoulder. "Kelsi here is the daughter of our maid that was sent out of the house last month...." Lexy replied her, looking at me with disgust, ".... And she had the guts to lie to me, telling me her dad is abroad overseeing his business there" I felt ashamed of myself that moment. "Wait! What?" Now the whispering coming frim every corner was getting louder, some of the class mate were covering their mouth in shock, including Anita.

"Lena…" He paused. "I don't want you to carry all this alone. I—" Before he could finish, Lena's voice of despair reached his ears. "I don't have a mother anymore, starting today." Chris was taken aback. "What?" Lena shut her eyes, tears streaming down. Later, Chris learned that this was the day Lena's mother was executed. Krystal, known as Madame Krys in the criminal world, was involved in human trafficking and had committed numerous crimes. Despite everything, she remained Lena's only mother in her eyes.

I put Zacharias down in his crib next to Stefano in the corner making my way back to the table "First of all, I am the Chief Investigator at WSP, Detective Clarke," he began pulling a badge from his pocket and showing me the Washington patrol star logo. "Is your name Ella Jones?" "Ella Loren actually," I replied sitting down at the table. "Is Leonardo Loren your legal husband?" he asked. "Yes," Not strictly true. We never officially married in the human way. "Is your maiden name Jones?" "Yes." "Do you have any evidence of your marriage?" He asked.

Lena's POV. “Hello, ma'am,” the doctor waved his left hand, and felt my pulse with his right hand. “How many fingers am I holding up?” “Can I get a name? Can you speak?” He continued, not even giving me a chance to think or respond. He suddenly stopped and pointed a little fluorescent light in my eyes. I squinted and groaned inaudibly from lying stiff for far too long. “Four, My name is Lena, and I think I can… talk,” I replied in a second, gulping as the man behind him moved closer and fixed his gaze on me.

I just searched frozen. She stopped by the dresser and ran her fingers along its edge. “You’re actually beautiful. That’s going to piss off more people than you think. Trust me, there were many bidding on you looking ugly. Some even said that you look like a troll.” I finally found my voice. “And you are…? I'm sorry, but I didn't expect you to come inside my room to just tell me that I looked. Well…” “Madeline,” she said, tossing her hair over her shoulder. “Second daughter of Beta Reinhart. Technically ranked, practically ignored. I'm more of a subtle kind of woman. I choose to at least lighten the mood. I know that you might be having a hard time.”