Lala Pripara の小説・ストーリー

Connie nodded as she looked over the notes Natalie had handed her. “What about Dee?” I found myself asking. “Wouldn’t you want her to cook for your wedding? She’s a great chef and you know it.” Connie looked at me, surprised by my words. “And who exactly are you?” Natalie asked, raising her brows at me. I felt my face flushing in embarrassment. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt. I’m Lila. I’m—” “Oh, you're the future Luna of this pack,” she said, leaning back in her seat and narrowing her eyes at me.

‘I see’ she thought then knowingly looked at Harry who met her gaze and paled the moment he realized that Luna already knew. “Everything’s ready Doctor Valentine,” Lala said she was oblivious of what just happened and went to them with a huge grin on her face. Luna, instead of leaving, narrowed the space between her and Lala. Lala is a small girl who was a fresh graduate while Harry has been a nurse at the hospital for a year now. Her small stature was overpowered by Luna’s height especially when Luna stood in front of her and stared straight into her eyes. Luna raised her arms and pinched her chin with her fingers. Luna is a gorgeous woman and she was both beautiful and handsome in the eyes

"Yeah, sure. Eyes around." Laina turned out to be young, maybe mid-twenties, with her hair in neat braids and a calm, organized sort of energy. She didn’t smile too much but didn’t seem cold either. Her first line was, "Hello Ms Valentina, I'm Laina Williams. I already synced with your schedule and packed a backup charger. If anything changes, I’ll text Olive first." "Oh, thank you," Val echoed to herself. Not bad, she didn't think the girl would be so fast.

" Freya said and stood up from where she'd previously been sitting, ready to take her leave but Arianna's words paused her locomotion. "Freya, I'm sorry to say that your suspicions are right and they're not just suspicions, they're actually facts. The Lila who is with us now is definitely not the Lila you raised. The woman living with us in this palace isn't Princess Lila; she's an imposter and her name is Lyra." Arianna finally dropped the bombshell.

How shameless! "Do you think I've cooked up a story? Tell me why would I do that?" I'm sorry to intervene but Lala is saying the truth Sir. I was not here but I saw everything. I know you're wondering how, right? Well, after Ravana and I got to know that Lala was a virgin, we kept a close eye on her, her movements and the people she associate with so... that's how." "Soo....?" "Yes, Sandra said such to your wife."

Chapter 15 His Wife. Lyla Atelo. Saturday morning, and I woke up to the cheery sound of my husband. I frowned slightly at how high-pitched his voice was. I almost suffocated myself with my pillow until I heard my name in his mouth. "Yes, Lyla? She is a wonderful woman." He cooed over the phone to whoever he was talking to. "I've never been so blessed to have her as my wife. And soon, she will be the mother of my children."

She was stylish, clad in a modern and chic outfit, and she exuded an aura of self-assuredness. “It’s an honor to meet you, Ms. Kayla,” Lila said, shaking my hand firmly. Her voice was confident, with just a hint of excitement. I smiled, intrigued. “It’s nice to meet you too, Lila. What brings you here today?” Lila’s eyes sparkled as she spoke. “I recently attended one of Raven Media’s performance and media workshops, and I heard that you’re the one who can help people make it big. I want to become a famous singer like Adrian, and I’m hoping you can help me get there.”

she says, quite loud and clear – her voice probably magically amplified – “will be Princess Laila flaith Noriada.” “Oh!” Laila says, her hands moving to her mouth in surprise. My heartbeat lessens but I look with worry at my friend even as I see, from the corner of my eye, Orion coming back with Beatrice at his side. “Please,” the woman on the stage continues, waving a hand around. “If you would take your places and your seats.” “Here I go,” Laila says, dropping her hands and giving Anton and I a nervous smile. “You’ll do great, Laila,” Anton says, smiling warmly at her. “Break a leg.”

The top trending post was Lyla’s. Ivanka clicked on it and immediately saw the righteous rant she wrote. Lyla: “Hi, everyone. I’m Lyla, wife of Mr. Lane, chairman of Lane’s Group. I’m also the mother of Chiara Lane, who is the victim of this incident. ”Here’s what happened.

She was one of Bill’s women. How could she forget her? The girl then seized a small recorder in her hand with a slight grin on her face. “Lala! Honey, what are you doing? Come here.” Mr. Clinton was always a proud man. He could not afford to ruin his name in front of his so-called billionaires' circle. If that would happen, he would lose everything. Unmoved Lala just smiled seductively at Mr. Clinton. “I’m sorry Mr. Clinton but Mr. Sky is more than my type,” Lala said giving Mr. Clinton a wink then she smiled. Then without any hesitation, she pressed the play button of her recorder.