Lana Bell Novels & Stories

"You see. You see that smirk? She did this on purpose, she's crazy!" "Calm down, Mr Lance, we need to hear from Lana also, she deserves the right to speak.” Ms Molly, the assistant director said, then turned to me. “Lana, what happened?” “Thanks ms molly, thing is Mr Lance here has been making advances at me for the past few weeks since i joined the hospital” “What? How dare you, I knew you’d say this, I need this girl fired, she is not who she pretends to be, i would not sit here and be embarrassed this way, she has to go.” Mr Lance rumbled.

The dress was sleeveless and had a big flare from the waist down. "Put it on," his father said and Lily quickly walked into the bathroom and changed into the dress. She stepped out and was looking very beautiful. She found a pair of blue stiletto heels to go with the dress. She left her long wavy brown hair loose which flows down to her waist. Her dad looked at how gorgeous his daughter looked. She was so beautiful. He took her hand and walked her out of the door. The lights were out when she stepped out of her room. Her father guided her toward the staircase. The lights of the house were switched on revealing lots of people, Kate and Nina together with a few people from her dad's company sh

Jeremiah grits his teeth together, “he broke her heart and he left her for dead” “Well, she looks happy” a slight smile forms on my lips, “Can’t you see that?” “Yeah. She does but I know she will rather be anywhere but here. I am glad she is going to New York, she is the lead actress for Echo’s new movie” “She is?” A questionable look appears on my face. Ayana is the best actress I have ever come across. Born to an Egyptian mother and an American dad, she is the epitome of everything beautiful.

“Did you see him out there? He’s so hot!” A woman’s voice shrieked from the sinks. Lana Reign was still in the stall when she caught the tail end of the conversation. “You know he donated everything, right? He’s like a billionaire!” Another woman chimed in as Lana readied herself to leave the stall. “He’s with some model in a purple gown,” the first woman answered, as they both turned to see Lana stumbling out of the stall as she realized they were talking about her.

Luna Estrada, also known by her stage name Luna, is a renowned model and has been the highest-paid model for two consecutive years. She possesses a tall stature and a remarkably beautiful face. Her modeling talent was evident from the age of 3 when she became a brand ambassador for Kidsstyle, one of the most famous children's fashion brands at the time. Her modeling career has continued to flourish, even at the age of twenty-three, making her a top model. She has become the most influential model in the fashion world this year.

She folds her arms and sits on my bed " You shouldn't have done that". She crosses her leg showing off her sexy light skinned laps, she had on bum short with a big white Tshirt. Lana is mixed, and she's very beautiful, she has beautiful brown eyes, black curly hair that brings out her tone, and her very pink lips. She's very curvy, has the perfect size boobs and a big butt, Theres no straight man that wouldn't find her attractive. "Alright I'll behave, wouldn't want to get my boo upset".

It simply pooled and gathered, waiting for someone else to command it forward. A soft knock startled me upright. Before I could answer, the door opened again - but this time, it wasn’t Mistress Orion, nor either of the attendants. A young woman slipped inside, no older than twenty-five, dressed in the plain blue uniform I’d seen downstairs. Not Athena-blue, but servant-blue. Her hair was tied back in a messy braid, dark curls escaping around her temples. She carried a folded bundle of fabric in her arms. Her eyes flicked to the collar, then to the faint marks beneath the shift. She looked away quickly. “I’m Mira,” she said, voice low but steady. “The Luna sent me.”

One article quotes an anonymous board member: “She’s beautiful, but she’s toxic. Roman needs to choose between the girl and the company.” I set the phone down and stare at the ceiling for a long moment. My phone rings ten minutes later. Carter Voss. I answer on the third ring. “Carter.” “Lana,” he says, warm and confident, like he’s been waiting for me to pick up. “I saw the headlines this morning. Rough read. How are you holding up?” I let out a short laugh. “I’ve had better mornings. What’s up?” “I’m not calling to pile on. I’m calling because I hate watching talent get buried under noise. You’re more than this scandal. You’re sharp, you’re creative, and you deserve to build something that

My heart was in so much awe as the view in front of me unfolds. Lana was sitting on top of a flat rock, wearing a beautiful white dress with her long red hair shining brightly with the light from the moon. She was so beautiful, so perfect, and she’s not mine. I was about to approach her but the sound that escape her lips stopped me. She’s crying.

But I don’t own one. “I’m ready.” I said to Lana, picking up my car keys since she asked me to drive her to the venue. “You look hot Raven, but it’s a formal event.” “Thanks, and I don’t care if I’m dressed differently. You also don’t look bad yourself.” Lana was wearing a blue silk dress with beautiful matching stilettos and her blonde hair was let down, curled perfectly. She looked perfect as always. She twirled and giggled when I complimented her. “Now let’s go.”