Kristin Lavransdatter Novels & Stories

“Caspian is his first son and heir, and Lady Cassandra is his former favorite. He had her staying away from the pack when his father passed and he became Alpha. He figured that it would be safest for him.” The name landed like a stone in my chest. Cassandra. The woman who had once been his favorite. The woman who had given him what we were all supposed to give. The realization made something inside me twist with a feeling I did not like and could not name. “So why does he need more?” I asked. “If he had a son already, and if he had a favorite, why would he need others? He could have chosen her as Luna.” “Because he is Alpha,” Helena said simply. “And she is human. Having mates or Lunas is no

Kristina adds quietly after breaking the kiss. "Eating me, or me eating you?" Lauren asks with her eyebrows raised. "Both," Kristina admits. "Does that make me a lesbian?" "Hardly! Not with Brandon's cock in your pussy!" Lauren exclaims. "Oh yeah," Kristina turns towards me and smiles, "I guess maybe bi then, huh?"

Chris asks while he releases her hands. "Who is Raphael?" Ana asks referring to the girls. "Raphael isn't home," Alexandra says almost immediately, Karis glances at her. "But I called, he said he's home. I called him a few minutes ago!" Chris argues. "And I just told you he isn't in!" Alexandra retorts sounding rude. "Please, ignore her childish approach, someone will go check if he is in!" Ana says almost immediately. Not missing an eye roll from Alexandra. "I will be waiting!" Krys responds. Meanwhile, Ana turns to Karis direction. She is about to say something. But is beat to it.

again, Mother’s warning began to enter my mind, so I quickly walled off her counsel, knowing from experience that she would hound me to distraction for the rest of the day if I didn’t, and I needed to concentrate on the challenge ahead. I passed dozens of technical staff heading for work on a raised glass platform. It was one of many across the farmlands that controlled the machinery working over thousands of square miles of agriculture. Dresna was waiting at the station; his messy pale hair fell to his shoulders. He wore a white toga hitched around the middle, with baggy linen trousers tucked into his boots. We had been friends for years, despite being an unlikely pair.

Oh, wait, I know who—this red-haired bitch over here would. I could taste iron at every corner of my mouth, my back aching from the slightest movement but I swallowed hard on the pain. “You…” she said, pointing at me while trying to catch her breath. " You're Mia, right? The daughter of Ray Valisteen, AKA the Valisteen Princess?” “Who's asking?" I said, trying to keep my voice struggling to sound calm and mocking but cracked a little while biting back the pain.

Kristel Vista. She remembered the new Vice President's feature. She is such a beauty indeed. She looks like a fashion model with flawless skin and looks like a local actress Kristine Hermosa. She is soft-spoken and very kind. She is sure that she can get along with Mr. Gracer. Even though her Boss is quite a snob and Bossy, Ms. Vista might be his neutralizer.

She stood up at once and ended the live broadcast. She turned to me. “What leukemia? I didn’t arrange that question. Did you bribe those journalists?” Before I could speak, Derek lowered his eyes and tugged at her sleeve. “Jaime, all the viral posts are attacking me. They call me a homewrecker who ruined your marriage, but I knew you first…” Because of the live broadcast, many people online insulted Derek and called him a shameless homewrecker who lived off women. Jaime’s face grew darker. She forgot the journalists’ questions and grabbed my still‑healing arm.

Lorenzo exclaimed, "If it weren't for her birthday, I doubt that I could enter this estate again." Kristina burst into laughter. She looked at her daughter's haughty expression and her husband's nonchalance before she returned her attention to Lorenzo. "Really? Then you must've done something to make my little girl do that." "What? Me, the most likeable uncle of all, did something? Impossible!" He denied, "Her Highness Princess Kristina, the former Holy Maiden that was chosen by the Goddess of Larin, the epitome of light, the bringer of justice, and the ray of hope for humanity. Please give justice to this oppressed one! "

he continued with a gentle tone and slight bow. I sat at the edge of my bed and rested my hand on my knees. He wasn't wrong, it was his job to support and advice me. Feeling frustrated about his take on Lena felt somewhat selfish but he couldn't understand what I was feeling inside, what I wanted them to see even if they were going to stand against it. “She comes from a pack we've been fighting for generations. Alpha Dominic is literally the alpha of her pack. You know how crooked he is, he hates you”

"You know the pack laws, Magnus. The groom-to-be doesn't look until the sacred ceremony." His dark brow furrows, his golden alpha eyes flashing. "Then who is selecting your garments?" "I summoned Katharina," I say, pulling my leather coat tighter around my shoulders. "She's meeting me at the lodge." "Katharina is carrying my brother's pup," Magnus says flatly. "His male pride isn't damaged, and neither is her mind," I shoot back deadpan. The corner of his mouth twitches up into a predatory smirk. "Egon will tear this city apart if she goes into labor while styling the future Luna."