Novel & Cerita Lana Bell

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.

I wrapped my arm around her hip and pulled her close then looked down at her. Lana had grown. She was no longer looking like her nineteen-year-old self but now a woman in her twenties. Her long brunette hair now reached and brushed her shoulders. Her hazel doe eyes were still the same and her pouty lips were now stretched into a wide smile as she stared up at me. My hand that was on her hip made me feel the difference in curve and wideness. If Lana had been any other woman like the type I took home with me, she would have been in my bed since forever. She was looking sexy, and it was weird seeing her this way since I saw her as another sister of mine.

Kaylee greeted, rising from the soft, small bed. “Oh, hi, Katida? Kaylee?” “I did it. You only know Kamala, but can't differentiate between Katida and me after ten years of being with you.” “It's not my fault. My baby is the prettiest girl I have ever seen. Her curves are just impossible to refuse.” Rolling her eyes, “we look alike, dickhead. We have the same body features. The same hair.” A small suppressing laughter broke free from Lana's mouth. “I'm sorry,” she quickly apologized. Lana didn't know if she overstepped her boundaries.

"When you try to come for me, I keep on flourishing, and he see the universe when I'm in company, it's all in me." - Ariana Grande - Laila is 22 years old in the present - Laila "Please don't kill me I have kids and a wife to feed every day"

"Well, I'm already dressed so I guess I'll just go anyway.” “Run along,” she muttered, still squinting. I pulled out my earpiece from my pocket. "You know you could just wear your glasses." "And risk looking like a nerd? No thank you." "You are a nerd," I said, shaking my head. Lana had been through so much these past weeks and here she was reading like nothing had happened. She made it look easy and I got jealous sometimes. "I'm a pretty bitch," she announced, swaying her head proudly.

Alana said, half-laughing as she flipped through a hair inspiration board. Melany winked. “Believe it, Luna. You're going to break the damn internet.” “ Please call me Alana or Lana for short.” “ Alright Luna Lana…” Alana looked at her in disbelief. Despite her feeling or roses and happy , deep inside she was really concerned. Concerned about anyone finding out about her stripper days and who she truly is. She prayed and hope that the moon goddess would keep her safe and her secret safe. Later that day, Kayden found her in the sunroom, flipping through ceremony sketches.

He stepped toward me with his hand reaching for my face. “Your eyes are a rare azure blue and stormy silver. Like a gem. It must be hard to go around with eyes like those, and hair with that tint in it.” He grabbed a strand of my hair, and looked at it. His face was in awe, but also had a hint of wonder. What was he thinking? “My name is Layla. What is yours?” I asked again, trying to get an answer. He was still looking at my hair. “Theodore..” He dropped my hair, and stepped back.

She said she couldn’t remember. Last night was the worst, though. She shot up in her bed and screamed about monsters with red eyes, then fell back to sleep. It was crazy. Lana simply shrugged her shoulders and went back to sleep. I guess she has become accustomed to Bree's night terrors too. She and Bree look very similar to each other, with their multicolored blond hair and dark eyes. Bree’s hair is wavy, though, and Lana’s is straight with long bangs that make her look like a doll. They both have hazel eyes and a creamy complexion with high cheekbones and bow-shaped lips. Bree is a little curvier than Lana. Lana is tall with long legs and small breasts, a tiny waist, and a curvy bottom. Br