Lana Bell Novels & Stories

she answered whilst taking a pair of panties out her drawer and putting them in her bag. "Lia, yes or no to this top?" Elena asked. "Yes. You bought me it didn't you?" Lia answered. "Just testing," Elena said with a smirk. "Pomegranate and honey body wash or vanilla and raspberry?" Bella said from the bathroom. "Vanilla and raspberry please!" Lia called back. "And what about shampoo? L’Oréal or Pantene?" Lisa asked. "The L’Oréal one is empty!" Lia said. "Okay." "I found it!" Allison said, pulling something out from down the side of Lia's bed.

“Oh.” “You have nothing to fear from me,” she says. “I will not say a word about it to anyone. If there is anything I would gossip about, it is the fact that I shared a drink with the woman who controls an army of rogues and how young she is. I mean, you can't be more than twenty five, right?” “Twenty three, to be exact,” I tell her. “I will add another year by next month.” “Like I said, impressive. So, please allow me to formally introduce myself. I am Kaylee Barnes. Luna of the Herring pack,” she says as she extends a hand.

Lana is beautiful, and I wouldn’t deny it. It’s not only her face but also her body. She was wearing a simple red one-shoulder dress that not only matches her hair but also complements her light green eyes. Her single golden strapped stilettos completed the whole ensemble.

he murmured. “Aunt Lyric, Hanna is hugging the bathroom to herself and doesn’t want to come out! I have to pee!” Lana, the youngest of the triplets, exclaimed, dancing in place as if trying to hold it in. Her blonde ponytail bounced with each movement. They were all identical: same hair, same eye color, even the same voice, but I could spot their differences with just a glance.

I said as soon as I entered the small room that I was now spending most of my days in. Her smile was small and cautious, as if she was scared that I would attack her or something. "Hello, Luna. I just got here." She said and bowed gracefully. Was it normal that I was jealous of the way she bowed? She was even more petite than I am. I towered over her by a few inches, which, to be honest, made me feel good. Before now, I had only ever towered young girls. "I'm Lana, and I'll be teaching you to dance gracefully. Ballroom dancing, Salsa, Bongo, anything you want to learn. I'm here for you."

I swallowed hard, trying to keep my composure. “We’re… managing. The ceremony has kept me so busy. And you know not many people know about my return yet, so I still had to hide till the unveiling this evening. But then I still had my duties as Luna, they will not wait. Hah, it has been a riot.” I was rambling, trying to keep the anxiety from my voice and hoping that Calista wouldn't pick up on it. “I can imagine,” she said. “But do take it easy Lyra. Everything will be fine.”

Caleb gripped the steering wheel tightly. “Caleb?” Through clenched teeth, he said, “She was a redhead, Diana. He’s a red lupus garou looking for a mate. There must be a shortage of eligible females in the area.” Diana's throat felt parched as if she’d crossed the Badlands without a lick of water.

** After the third glass, Lana was dragged by her friends to the dance floor. Apparently, she was 6'5 ft tall with a curvaceous body which made it almost impossible for people not to sneak a glance at her. Her dark brown eyes, sparkled in the dimly lit room as her favorite song came up.

In front of me was Lana Christine. She was wearing a brown sweater and black jacket. Her hair was pinned up in a bun. She had the cutest round glasses that fit snug on her face... "I've been here before," I said. Lana's eyes were flickering in opposite directions. She was stiff, and it looked like something was holding her back. "Lana?" "R-r-r-remember," she roared and launched at me. Her body was ripping apart as dark blue water was hurled at me with lances and spikes.

Chapter One Hundred And Forty Six Lana sat in her room poring over designs sent to her by Mandy, on her laptops. Each scroll she made, had her heart jumping for joy as she slowly forgot the bitter experience she'd had earlier that day. She had been so frazzled after listening to the recordings, that she'd gone home and cried herself to sleep. That morning, she woke up to about fifteen missed calls from Mandy the day before. "Ma'am, we made it to the preliminary round for the Queen's Glamour And Festival Awards!" Mandy had squealed excitedly into her ear that morning when she called her back. The young women sounded very excited and Lana had immediately been affected by her joyful mood.