Lala Pripara Novels & Stories

Lila trailed off, looking at Kyle regretfully as if she would cry if he didn't help her. Kyle let out a heave as he touched Lila's hand in her lap. All the three sitting on the other side of the table— Jasmine, Jojo and Mari— saw his hand movement too. "This beautiful crazyhead here is my most valuable, amazing, always available for me, sometimes cute and sometimes crazy, my forever partner in crime... My closest friend, Lila. Lila Calvin. She's a social media influencer and one of the best advisers I have in life." Kyle said with a genuine tug at his lips.

“This song is dedicated to the love of my life—John. I love him, and I want us to be together forever.” John’s brows drew tight as she sang. When she finally finished, he let out a slow breath—relief edged with disgust. As the applause rose, Lala stepped off the stage and walked straight to John. Lala nervously parted her lips to speak, but before a word could escape, John reached out, seized her wrist, and yanked her along. He dragged her to the doorway of the event hall and hissed, voice sharp with disgust. “Lala, if you have no shame, I do. Today is for fundraising—for patients who can’t afford their hospital bills, for research that will save lives around the world. And you’re still self

She paused in thought before continuing, “We'll just call her Lala. They met after Lala visited Lulu's palace with her family.” “Lulu was a beautiful princess, the prettiest one Lala had ever seen. She had long, dark hair, bright, green eyes and naturally tanned skin that still managed to glow so bright. And so, Lala followed Lulu around in an attempt to get her attention. But when they touched, Lala felt herself get jitters all over her body, and then she realized something…” The boy's eyes widened to the size of saucers before he yelled out, “They were bound!”

Five ladies are standing there with a hanger full of dresses, a makeover box, and another is holding like five boxes of shoes arranged over one another. “Hello, my Lady,” they chorus, bowing. Oh..I am a bit taken back, especially since I know the ladies will be older than me. I equally bow. “Hello. There is no need for too much familiarity. You can call me Lira.” “Alright, Miss Lira,” the first woman says. “I'm Alora, the royal head stylist. Prince Rylan asked us to get you ready for the banquet.” “Oh.. is it time already?” “Yes,” Alora answer.

Sheila said laughing. "How did you know this?" Lyla asked. "I paid the pharmacist to change the medication. So Lily thinks she gave James a sleeping pill but it wasn't a sleeping pill, it was misoprostol," she whispered her last word. "Haaaa! Girl, you are bad," Lyla said and they both laughed. "But wait why was she doing that in the first place?"

“I’m just... happy for my daughter.” “Of course,” the elder replied, though he didn’t look entirely convinced. Before the moment could linger too long, I motioned toward the entrance behind me. “And now, the moment you’ve all been waiting for. Please join me in welcoming my wife, your Luna, Lyra.” The applause rose again, louder this time, as Lyra stepped out onto the dais. She was radiant, her gown catching the light as she moved with the grace and confidence I’d always admired in her. The crowd’s cheers grew deafening, but I was focused on one man. Lyra’s father shot up from his seat, his expression a mix of shock and something else I couldn’t quite place.

She was Kira Whitaker Brown La Gualias – the true alpha queen of the world. THE END.

Lila greeted. He looked at the University hand band in her hand, then brought the question about it in his eyes. “I think you owe me an explanation, Lila.” Nodding, Lila understood what he wanted to hear. “My name is Lila Phillips, few days ago I got promoted to be an independent researcher and also a junior professor, this is my first time attending the gala.” “Thank goodness.” Said Edvard as he let out a huge breath. “Congratulation on your promotion. I can’t believe someone who saves a stray kitten and loves doing experiment with her drink would do such dirty thing.”

Haley’s heart slammed against her ribs, and her wolf—distant as it was—snapped awake long enough to bare its teeth. The door opened just a crack. A woman’s face appeared—older, kind-eyed, with silver hair braided back from her temples. Pack healer. Lila. Haley remembered her hands from childhood scraped knees and fevers and accidental wolfsbane exposure during training. “Easy,” Lila said softly, as if Haley were a skittish animal. “It’s just me.” Haley’s breath came shallow. “Where are my children?”

"Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome to La Perla!" All the invited guests stood up and applauded as the event began. Halsey, a top singer, would accompany La Perla's models as they walked the catwalk, performing her latest single "Without Me." One by one, the La Perla models confidently walked the runway, showcasing the brand's newest lingerie collection.