Lana Foxx Novels & Stories

"For now, I just need a big hug from my best friend." She grabs me and wraps her arms around me, kissing the top of my head. "You are so gay." I chuckle. "Gay for you, little bìtch." Lana has always been taller than me and a bit curvier. She's one of the most beautiful people I know. Red hair. Wide blue eyes. Thin red lips and a sharp pointed nose. She pulls back and scans me from head to toe. "Nice haircut." She runs her fingers through my hair. "Nice hoodie. It looks expensive. Did you steal my money? Did you steal Brandon's money? Please tell me you stole that Pig's money."

Finally a friend and sister she craved for has arrived. "Tonight," I declared, my tone strong and commanding, yet laced with pride, "the Shadow Pack honours not just a warrior, not just a survivor but the woman who has become the soul of our people. She is strength when we falter, fire when we grow cold, and healing when we are broken. Tonight, she becomes our Luna." The crowd stirred, a ripple of excitement rolling through them. Mothers held their daughters close, warriors bowed their heads in respect and the elders whispered prayers to the Moon Goddess.

"Maya Brown, what is wrong with you?" Lily shouted at the frail girl who was lifting heavy metals on the floor. "I'm almost done, you don't need to worry!" Maya said in an indifferent tone. "What are you almost done? Don't you know that today we are hosting a total of five packs in our territory?" Lily asked angrily. "So why don't you leave so that I can finish my work." Maya was not fazed by the woman's shouting. Instead, she found her more and more annoying.

I gave her a quizzical look, as if to encourage her to continue with her trail of speaking. She pointed to the cell doors of all the slaves. "We are not leaving without these women. They are coming with us. They deserve better, and we will do better." She said in an authoritative tone. I smiled to myself. Spoken like a true Luna. The rightful Luna of the White Claw pack.

Leah walked into the café, ordered her usual, and sat in her favorite spot. After ten minutes of just sitting there not even touching her strawberries, she noticed that she wasn’t getting comfort from her favorite snack. That’s when she realized that she was depressed. Leah loved her clan, and she would do anything to protect them. But at what cost? Her freedom? Her happiness? This wasn’t fair. She would rather be getting to know Ray than worrying about how she was going to get herself out of mating with Theo Blackwell.

I said, reaching for my phone. “What are you saying?” Allen snapped. “This isn't Joan…why would I be sleeping with your wife?” “Then ask her to take off her mask,” I shouted. “She can have the voice but not the face.” Allen turned to the lady. “I am sorry but she can't, this isn't Joan and that is what matters…what are you doing?” I moved closer to the girl but Allen stepped in the way. “She is my mistress…nothing more.” “I can't believe you actually have a mistress…I am putting an end to this charade…I am calling that Old man to explain that his granddaughter didn't do anything.”

Whatever they were talking about sounded important. "We should have been informed of all this earlier; then, we could have done something to stop it from happening", my mum whispered angrily. "They have put not only her life but ours on the line. I always knew this would happen." "you can't blame Luna", my dad defended. "I'm not blaming Luna; I'm blaming the gods and goddess. I'm blaming the elders, and I'm blaming her mother." I was about to walk in and ask what they were talking about when Jack spoke. "can you stop calling her Luna her name is Blair, and it has been for the past 18 years"

"Sir, You and I know that I am engaged to your friend, Seth Nathaniel…you wouldn't expect me to leave him, would you?" She asked as she stared askance at Wade Roberto. "Of course not…but judging from the money involved I think you can…you know, make some adjustments." His voice was laced with authority. The room was becoming claustrophobic, each passing moment stretching like an eternity. "I really don't think so sir, I have a fiance and I know he would be really mad if I even mentioned this to him." Daisy Hunter said, her voice was barely above whispers. "You know what Daisy, I will leave the offer open to you…think of the whole lot of things you can do with twenty billion dollars."

I can’t shake the feeling that there is more going on behind the scenes than I know. I move to the dish station, surprised when Lana nudges my shoulder. She is a black-haired beauty with a sense of sarcasm that only a few people understand. “Don’t look now, but Bobby is checking you out from his station. He almost cut his finger off a minute ago, too caught up in admiring your silver hair from afar. Oh, how I would love to be pretty like you.” I blush. “You are pretty,” it’s true. Lana is gorgeous, even though she doesn’t see it herself. “And don’t get my hopes up. Bobby isn’t even looking at me.”

"I like this version of you—bold, assertive, powerful. This is the kind of Luna I need by my side." "I just couldn’t stand by and watch an innocent man die." I nodded, brushing my thumb over her cheek. "And that’s why you’re perfect for this role. You challenge me, Lyra, and that’s exactly what I need."