Lana Bell Novels & Stories

“You’re obsessed with this girl. Are you sure it’s not love?” Angel groaned, eyes flashing. “In love with her? Don’t insult me. She makes everyone else disappear—and it’s not talent. It’s manipulation. The girl slinks around men like a damn perfume ad.” “I watched her videos yesterday,” Lana said carefully. “She’s… kind of amazing. That face, that walk, those stupidly long legs—” “Wow,” Angel cut in, voice sharp. “Didn’t realize you were joining her fan club.” She stormed into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her.

And Jessie, with her effortless charm and perfect smile, was clearly into him too. Lana swallowed down whatever it was bubbling inside her and turned away, sliding on her headphones. She didn’t care. Or at least, that’s what she told herself. She scrolled through her playlist with slightly trembling fingers and blasted the music as loud as possible, letting the heavy beat drown out their voices. It was going to be a long drive

She wasn't smiling anymore and she looked at me, like she wanted me to do something. “Bob! Bob!” Nora looked up at her. “Lana, for the last time, my name is Nora. Not Bob!” As she stood up, Lana stretched her arms out for Nora to carry her. “Bob!” “Ooh, you're so lucky you're cute. You can call me anything you want to.” Breakfast finally arrived and I could see that Lana wanted nothing to do with it. She just wanted to be left alone to play with her toys so I put her in her toy pit.

As they got ready, Bella couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and apprehension. Lily, always the fashion-forward one, picked out a stylish outfit that perfectly reflected her playful and outgoing personality. She chose a form-fitting black dress with a plunging neckline, accentuating her vivacious confidence. Her makeup was meticulously applied, highlighting her features, and her blonde hair was styled in loose waves that cascaded down her shoulders.

I guess this is one effect of pregnancy. "Of course I can." Lana replied curtly before looking back at me. "You. Back to San Francisco now, we'll talk on the way." I can't remember how long I haven't seen her, it feels like forever. Lana cut her long blonde hair below her shoulders. She wore a navy blue semi-formal knee-length dress with matching stilettos. The only change that can't escape my eyes is, Lana looks thinner. How long have we not seen each other? One month?

“I’m just checking.” Lana’s long hazelnut locks are tied up with a pony and braided down her back. She is dressed like her usual self, ripped jeans and a one of my t-shirts and I can’t help but smile at her. Lana catches my gaze and looks down, tugging on her shirt. “What?” she whines. “Everyone has been a little busy, and I have given no one permission to come in for laundry in a while,” she admits.

Caitlyn was saying, but the woman had hung up before Caitlyn attempted to exchange pleasantries. She sighed as she brought the phone down from beside her ears. "Do these people not care about other people's health? Are they forbidden from exchanging pleasantries?" She chuckled. She dropped her phone and picked up one of the dresses. She was going to select one to wear to the party. The first one she picked was a green dress. Its length went past her toes. It had a slit that began from her hips and had a very tiny sleeve. Her collarbones were beautifully on display when she wore the dress at Shirley's store.

Cheng grinned, Lana looked at me and immediately started slurping on the drink beside her in an attempt to avoid answering Cheng's question. "Oh not again, Cheng. Not now." I swat her laps slightly. She gave me an innocent grin. "Fine. You both are no fun.' She eyed us. Lana continued sipping from the juice can absentmindedly and I rolled my eyes from Cheng. "By the way, who's gonna be the new model for your dress? Have any in mind?" She asked. "I'm thinking Sheila. You know her? She's an international model but also works for Arsenio. From what I think, my design would look perfect on her even more than it does on Mayven."

She whispered in my ear. I dropped the fork and looked at her. She was waiting for my answer intently. “Why are you so interested in him?” I asked. She was annoying. “How can someone still look so good, when their face is like that?” She pointed to his face with the fork. I lowered her hand before anyone could notice it. “Stop that!” I whisper-yelled at her. See the thing about Lana is that she is extremely extroverted. Doesn’t really give a thing or two about etiquettes. Can get extremely loud, annoying, and pushy. If someone says something and it doesn't sit well with her, she doesn't hesitate to let them know.

Rodora preached to her as they left the conference hall. Lana sighed. "I'm just tired, Rodge," she reasoned yet somehow it was true. “Of course, we'll just be there for a while. We can't stay long because the meeting is early tomorrow,” said Lerma, who holds Region Five. That was when Lana sighed again. "O-Okay, it's like I still have a choice," she said laughing. Lana just made dressing up easy. She wore a red dress that was a little above her knee-length. She paired it with simple red doll shoes.