Laila Lockhart Kraner Age Novels & Stories

Zoe furrowed her brow at the comment, finding it too mature for a twenty-year-old girl like Laila to speak. Laila's laughter broke upon seeing Zoe's confusion. "I'm a fan of Oprah Winfrey's show and various other talk shows that more or less make my mind older than my actual age." Zoe smiled as she immediately understood what Laila meant. Talk shows like that would give their viewers a plethora of theories about life, ranging from love to marriage and so on. "If he is that type but has made you different from other women, then you have the right to ask," Lori said.

She would never do such a thing. Nathan was confused. Who could it be if it was not Jenna? Why was the young master’s face so dark? Moreover, the young master had a special identity. Since there was someone who looked identical to the young master’s wife, then it would be inevitable for people with bad intentions to make use of this. So, for safety reasons, Nathan took out his cellphone and clicked on the advanced software to perform a quick search. After that, he was even more shocked! [Xavia Lockhart, female, twenty two years old, 163cm in height, weighs 90 pounds. Was sent to the countryside to be raised by others there because she was born with an unlucky fate.

Luis said to her and led her to his room. Luis turned on his laptop and quickly went into his email. He opened the mail. Sheila Williams, 25 years, caucasian, North Africa, Western Sahara. Luis went through all the other details of the lady. His eyes widened "This can't be," Luis said and Lily looked at him questioningly. "She's been dead for 10 years now. We need to speak with Nora?" he said. "Why?" Lily asked "She is related to Nora," Luis said and Lily gasped.

I looked up from the floor and saw the beautiful brunette from the pictures. "Luna, this is Channing. She has just joined the pack," Allen announced. I saw her nod, then they both kinda zoned out. Probably mind linking. She gasped and quickly kneeled down to me. "What are you doing Lainee?" I heard a muffled voice in the room question. Luna, or Lainee stood up. "I'm kneeling before a warrior wolf. The Alpha of the Black Moon Warriors," she replied awestruck. Before I could even say anything a girl with black hair like Allen's popped out of the room looked at me before bowing like her Luna.

Lockhart froze for a moment and furrowed her brows, "What?" Elianna? Is she... Elianna from the Carrington family? Mrs. Lockhart's face changed constantly, for a moment unsure if the woman standing in front of her was indeed Ms. Bryston, the eldest daughter of the Carrington family, who was known as the richest person. Elianna coldly chuckled, "I personally earned several billion in a year, do I still care about men?" Just as the words fell, a frantic voice could be heard not far away.

“She was working undercover, and used an alias—Greta. The records should still be within your pack boundaries. We trusted her, Nathan. She was famous and would have never risked those documents.” “You’re telling me this historian was a woman?” I asked, intrigued. Layla nodded. “Yes, but remember, she was under an alias. No one knows her real name.” “Do you know how long ago this was?” I questioned. After checking her records, Layla responded, “About 33 years ago. Greta was 50 at the time, so she’d be around 83 now, if she’s still alive.” Nathan and I exchanged a look, a mix of hope and concern evident between us. Finding an elderly historian in a pack as vast as Nathan’s would be like findin