Lala Pripara Novels & Stories

“I need your help in tracking the fragments of the holy Nromais.” “I’m sorry but I think you have mistaken me for radar or some sort of metal detecting machine.” She was about to go back inside her shop when the man stopped him, “Marga, the Queen Aera herself sent for you.” His words stopped her. Looking back, she asked, “Princess Aera is the Queen now?” “Affirmative. About a hundred year ago.” “What about Queen Sliofe?” “She withered.” “I’m sorry to hear that.” It looks like things at Lenriad changed a lot since she went away.

I said sarcastically. “Oh right, she is not familiar with you I guess, we hired her as an intern, she is filling in for you for some time.” He said as he looked at me and then introduced her to me, “This is Elizabeth, she is my wife, don’t stop her ever again and Elizabeth this is…”I could see him thinking but he probably couldn’t remember her name. “My name is Molly Jones, Mr. Lachlan.” She said looking genuinely upset as she batted her eyelashes at him and gave him a ‘cute’ pout.

Lena's POV. I hummed a sweet, melodious tune as I walked down from the market with a bag of groceries in my hand. I couldn't get his voice out of my mind. I was excited. Too excited. He promised to marry me, he promised to make me his Luna. And even as I silently flung open the door, I could hear his voice in my head. Literally. “Yes! oh god! Yes! Come on, fuck the shit out of me” a loud moan snapped me out of my head. I froze looking straight ahead at the couch.

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.

It felt like an enjoyable lecture, everyone seemed to be getting excited. “These powerful bodies protect the pack such as Pack Revala.” She finished off, and I nodded at her, attempting to ask a question which she urged me to do excitedly. “So, you are a Beta Princess?” I asked unsurely but she nodded with glee. “And the angry man is the Alpha,” She finished causing them all to go snicker, including Corey. My eyes widened when I remembered to hot encounter in the bedroom. I had dry-humped the Alpha. The Luna’s love. Oh no.

Outside, the music started. Kael was waiting at the end of a dirt aisle. No tux. Dark jeans. White button-down. Sleeves rolled. He looked like he might pass out. Priya stood next to him, holding Lila. Lila was in a white romper with ducks. A flower crown too big for her head. She had a basket of petals and the attention span of 4 seconds. “Stop bouncing,” Priya whispered to Kael. “You’re making the baby nervous.”

She’s strong—stronger than anyone gives her credit for—but even she can’t hide how much this is breaking her. Tona’s voice rises and falls in chants, her fingers tracing intricate patterns in the air, her eyes locked on Lala. I notice the small tools she has laid around—crystals, a small dagger with runes, a bowl of water with herbs floating in it, and a few candles. Each seems meaningless to the untrained eye, but I know they’re part of her ritual. She had given a grim looking portion to drink earlier. Lala trembles, a sharp intake of breath, and I reach out instinctively, then stop. My hand hovers over her shoulder, but I don’t touch her. I can’t.

An unfamiliar feminine voice interrupted, startling them. They looked back but only saw Hilda holding her laptop. "Where is that voice coming from?" Dawson asked furiously. "Father, it's here." Hilda replied showing off her laptop where she was on a video call with a lady. "Good Evening, Marlowes! I'm Laila Creed!" She greeted, her bright blue eyes twinkling before the camera.

, Meme stutters out through her giggles, only making Amory laugh harder. “Okay haha! I haven’t had sex in three years. Funny”, she finally says. “Let’s move on, Meme”! “Neither have I”, both Spencer and I stated under our breath. “Okay, we’re still at six to three! Lala’s favorite ice cream?”, Meme asks. Butter pecan! “Seven to three, how much does Lala weigh”? That’s rude! She weighed a hundred and five pounds after she gave birth and I remember the doctor commenting that she weighed less than when she started, so that’s what I write! “Well damn”, says Meme! “Okay, Lala’s pet peeve”? Dirt?! Germs?! Life?! Fucking girl is mad OCD, you could lick her toilet and not get sick! “Seven to four, o

The pair of linen dolphin shorts of the same color loosely swayed as she moved towards him. "Please leave, let us meet tomorrow during the Annual meeting of the Wushi-Chin Cooperation Funds Mr Chandler Chin." Retrieving the gun placed on top of the dark sheeted bed, he stood up, inches apart from her. She felt a bit short when she looked up to meet his eyes. "Hila-" He was interrupted by her narrowed eyes that basically said 'Call me that again and your family won't have to worry about your succession'