Lala Pripara Novels & Stories

Laureen screamed. "Please lower your voice, Ma'am. You’re disturbing the other patients," the nurse cautioned. Lala’s eyebrows shot up as she observed the scene. "Isn't that Laureen Dela Cruz?" she remarked after a moment. Cyan turned to her sharply. "You know her?" Lala nodded quickly. "Yup. She was living in New York when I met her. She happened to be the live-in partner—or secret partner, you could say—of a male model I’m close with."

It was an advertisement for a shampoo, and the female model was someone familiar to her—Lyla Fisher, who’d now returned in a cloud of glory as a renowned pianist in the United States. Due to her outstanding looks and magnificent aura, she’d long since gained a foothold in the entertainment industry, with plenty of companies seeking her out to film advertisements. Two days ago, Myra even found out from the Advertising Department of Chase Group that the company had already proposed the candidates for the ambassador role for Sunny Bay Project to Hart Group, and among them was naturally Lyla. She’d just come back, yet Sean couldn’t wait to please her! Recalling his words earlier, a stab of pain

Chapter 35 Laila had been pestering Elara the whole day to tell her what happened last night. "Please, boss, you can't do this to me. I am just looking out for you, okay." "Laila, you seem to have so much free time nowadays. Have you forgotten that the summit is only two days away? Have you prepared everything?" Elara questioned. "Yes, I have double-checked everything over a million times, and nothing is out of place."

These tall attractive statuesque women responded: “Did you really come to see healer Lila?” A thin woman, whose height seemed to be considerably above average, approached her. The woman had dark hair, and she was grayed at the temples. She inspected me with all the vigor and glare that she possessed in her eyes suddenly. "So," she said in a cold voice. “This is our new Luna. I nodded and tried to stand under her watch. "Yes, I'm Lyra. It's an honor to meet you, Healer Lila." She raised an eyebrow. "Is that so? And what exactly do you know about healing, little omega?"

She was wearing a stylish women's suit, looking cool and stylish. That was Laila Haynes, the president of the National Piano Association! Her piano skills were extremely high, and she had won numerous domestic and international awards since she was young. Before the age of forty, she had already been the president for several years and was respected as a piano master. Gina saw her and quickly tidied up her clothes. She glanced at herself in the mirror. Under the dim lighting, the blush on her cheeks seemed as if it had been applied with makeup.

Was this why? “I AM GOD. THE CREATOR OF WORLDS, MAKER OF MAN AND WOMEN. I GIFTED THE WOULD WITH ALL YOU HAVE SEEN. I HAVE BEEN WAITING TO MEET YOU DEAR LAYLA.” My heart raced at the sound of his voice. I kept my head down. Was I supposed to say something now?

“Okay… Lala’s favorite type of fabric” I write silk, but it’s wrong! Jonny gets it right, however, and I see he answered satin when he turned his board back around. “One point Jonny, to take the lead. Lala’s preferred sleepwear”? Tee and panties! We both answer it correctly. “Lala’s favorite meal of the day; breakfast, lunch, or dinner?”, Meme asks. “Point for Jonny, with breakfast”, she says when we all flip our boards over.

Then he said something Ryan never expected. “They say the woman who defeated King Lucian… is the child from the ancient prophecy.” Silence filled the hall. Ryan frowned. “What prophecy?” The messenger looked surprised. “The prophecy written about the child of chaos Ryan’s expression hardened slightly. “I’ve never heard of it.” The man shifted uneasily. “My Alpha… the rumors claim she is the child born from the forbidden union.” Ryan’s patience thinned. “Speak clearly.” The messenger lowered his voice. “The rumors speak the woman beside you… Aria… is the child bears the mark

Elara walked into the Pit alone. The crowd closed ranks behind her. Lira was already inside, rolling her shoulders, cracking her knuckles. She had stripped down to leather leggings and a tight band of cloth across her chest—ready for the shift, ready to fight in either form. Her red hair was tied back in a brutal knot. Scars gleamed on her arms and throat like silver threads. “Human,” Lira called, voice carrying across the circle. “Last chance to crawl back to whatever hole you came from.”

Princess Lahore catwalked, turning around for everyone to see; the bum short revealed parts of the two sides of her non fleshy buttocks as she shared them that the king had to shift his face sideways, who is this girl becoming? The Alpha rested on his throne seat very well. "Oh…I see! There is nothing wrong with it." He said and Princess Lahore smiled triumphantly, thinking of the men she was going to seduce just by merely walking out in those. "What is it we wanted to talk about dad?" Princess Faricenda spoke up, shifting on her feet uncomfortably, thinking about the gifts she hasn't unwrapped yet - Princess Faricenda is the baby of the palace and last female child, mothered as the only chi