Lala Pripara Novels & Stories

Suddenly, Chantelle's eyes fluttered open, and she looked up at Delcan. A smile spread across her face, and she reached up to touch his cheek. "Hi," she said softly. Delcan felt his heart skip a beat. He had never seen her look at him like that before. "I didn't mean to wake you," he said, his voice low and gentle. Chantelle sat up and took his hand in hers. "You didn't," she said. "I was just resting my eyes." She looked down at the outfit she was wearing and blushed. "What do you think?"

“Yeah, well, she’s my Luna. I’ve waited for this—waited for her. And if I have to sweat a little, so be it.” Liam leaned closer, a teasing smirk on his face. “Don’t mess it up, Alex. Remember how badly you flustered Jackson when he got mated? Karma’s a real thing, you know.” I laughed, shaking my head. “Don’t worry. I won’t.” Then the music started to play, and I looked up—and saw her. Laila stepped into the aisle with her hand tucked into her father’s arm, every step slow and deliberate, her eyes scanning until they landed on me. My heart caught in my chest.

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.

"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.