Lala Manga Novels & Stories

She drew a breath before continuing her walk. As she neared Zach’s room, she crossed paths with a familiar face. The woman immediately smiled upon recognizing her. "Cyanelle! How are you?" greeted Lala, a vibrant event organizer for runway fashion shows both in the Philippines and abroad. While the two weren't particularly close, they were friendly enough to exchange pleasantries. "I'm fine. How about you?" Cyan replied with a smile. "Pretty and fine as always. By the way, I heard you’re returning to modeling. Congratulations!"

He drained my mother, pushed her to her death, and now, he was trying to drain me too. And I was letting him. “You can’t keep glaring at everyone, Aston. This is supposed to be a good day for us. Smile, be happy,” Lala’s voice came beside me. She is dressed in an elegant cream white gown. Her face is locked in a perpetual smile as she waves to people and air-kiss her friends. “I don’t give a damn. I don’t want to be here,” I snapped back at her.

"Oh Gods I can't take it anymore. It's my turn move over!" "Wait. A-Almost... AALMO-THERE OH MM NN OH MY GODS!" Lala cried as she began convulsing the orgasm making every twitch every, small thrust of his cock almost to much to bear. "S-S-Slow dow- Holy shit!" "RAAH!" Laura was on her feet charging at Lala shoving Christopher to the side. Lala collapsed almost sinking completely under the water as her body went limp.

Somewhere far away from that nearing glimpse of twilight revealed in those aging toes, the little aches and pains, her angry, disaffected portrait in the mirror. 'You are my reward,' Lala said out loud, but the Malian was still sleeping. She rolled over towards him, her generously fleshy body calm from the medicine she had taken, running her hand across his torso. His pectoral muscles flinched under her caress, over the soft mound of floppy jelly, and his body stretched in agreement. Lala shook the hair from off her face and shoulders and held it back with one hand, with the other she took his member between thumb and forefinger, then went down on him.

Elias let out a sharp, breathless gasp from behind Kaden, his silver eyes spinning with a frantic light as he fell onto his side, his hands trembling violently as he tried to block out the terminal execution note of the engine. Laila didn't drop to her knees. She stepped forward onto the vibrating steel grate, her obsidian-rimmed eyes locking onto Masamune’s smoking sockets. Her internal furnace was humming with the integrated frequency of the three European Hearts, her skin cold despite the forty-degree heat of the vault, the silver runic lines on her knuckles glowing with a blinding white radiation that cast long, sharp shadows against the basalt walls. She told Masamune that she had alrea

She blocked, barely, and the impact jarred her bones. Another attacked from the side. She dodged, rolled, came up swinging. Cut one across the eyes. It howled, stumbled back. But there were still five more. And Kira wasn’t done with the door. Okay. New plan. Don’t die. The rogues circled her, coordinated now, intelligent. These weren’t mindless beasts. These were soldiers. The largest one a massive male with scars covering his body smiled. Actually smiled. “The new Luna,” he said, his voice a rasp. “Ravenna sends her regards.”

“You have mermaid hair.” “Oh,” Laila says, pressing a hand to her heart and beaming as she looks at the image with a great deal of love in her eyes. Then she looks up at both of us, clearly pleased. “Well, this is certainly a compliment and a very nice one. So thank you for thinking that I am a mermaid, if this is what you mean.” “I’m totally lost, Lais,” Anton says, grinning at her and shaking his head. “If this isn’t a mermaid, then what is?”

I had never wanted to bring up the past but a part of me wanted to know. As I looked at her, I could not deny there was just something weighted upon her shoulders, untold secrets of several years were rumbling in those guarded eyes of hers. "It's… complicated," she whispered, the words thick with resignation. "The first Luna to be- she's a ghost story now, spoken only when people think nobody is listening. They said she was the Alpha's true mate" She paused, her hands clasped in a tight fist. "But then something happened. She vanished, and nobody speaks of her anymore."

All wolves deserves a pack and was granted a pack title by the Alpha, no matter how dark a status the pack may have. It is possible to say they're pursuers from the dark packs. I squint my eyes but as I force myself to look further, my vision began to turn blurry. The moment my head felt light, my body follows weakly falling down. The happening was so fast it's almost too scary. In the midst of losing consciousness, I still witnessed the way the carriage doors opened before a man with white long hair and peculiar purple eyes stares at me with a smirk. "It is beyond the greatest pleasures to lay my humble eyes on you, Luna Leaxandra."

Even crippled, she had to stop the greedy ones from wreaking havoc. For in the end, the ignorant ones would only bring destruction to the Western tribe. … Layla opened her eyes, feeling dizzy from the prolonged coma, making her lie still for a while. But at that moment, a large hand seemed to sense her need, reaching out to gently stroke her head, calming her fuzzy little head. She blinked at the man holding her. They were lying on the bed, neither of them wearing a stitch of fur. If Layla could transform back into her human form, she might have pounced on those sculpted abs right then and there. Alas, in wolf form, what could she do?