Lana Foxx Novels & Stories

Different is what I need right now. Leaving the bathroom with a solemn promise to myself, I hop on a different train and pray that whatever the future has for me will be good. After sitting, an older woman is scolding her daughter, whom she calls "Ashanti." Ashanti. I love it. Ashanti Dunbar. Perfect.

But you’d think he’d been gone longer by the way Zoe carries on. Lana snickers. “You’ve only been gone a week, Z. Plus, it’s pretty awesome that you’re in L.A. producing Natalia Hollingsworth’s music. I mean, she’s like one of the hottest singers in the world. Just send me a sneak peek of the song, and I’ll forgive you. Either way, it’s not like I’ll be gone forever.” She looks at me from the corner of her eye and continues. “Just keep an eye out for B, okay.”

"it's been five minutes peter, what are you still doing in there honey?" called the average lady about thirty years knocking on the men's restroom door. On her right stood a young girl about the age of nine. Brunette long ponytail, dark green eyes and thin lips. The woman groomed in a short purple dress, a long black coat and black heels. Curly blonde hair that went down her shoulders, light blue eyes and goldilocks lips. on her left held a small purple hand bag and smart cellphone.

Kane assured me. “I fucking hope not. Otherwise I’m dead.” I said. “No. You’ll be his bride.” Kane corrected me, which sent a shiver down my spine. “Don’t remind me…What’s your name?” I asked. “Landon. And I am at your service now Luna Savannah.” He said, baring his neck to me. But that wasn’t something that I was ever going to get used to. “Alright. Have a seat. Do you want something to eat?” I asked.

She was now Qiao Mo, the secretary to the President of of the Wushi Cooperation, and she was running late for work. She stormed out of her apartment building tying her long hair into a classic ponytail and wiping off the toast crumbs on her cheeks. Her long-sleeved white shirt was carefully tucked in her stripped skirt. Her purple coat hanging loosely on her leather purse almost fell off when she leaped on the bus. She still had seven minutes that, if there was no traffic would save her from a lecture from the president.

Lena's POV. I hummed a sweet, melodious tune as I walked down from the market with a bag of groceries in my hand. I couldn't get his voice out of my mind. I was excited. Too excited. He promised to marry me, he promised to make me his Luna. And even as I silently flung open the door, I could hear his voice in my head. Literally. “Yes! oh god! Yes! Come on, fuck the shit out of me” a loud moan snapped me out of my head. I froze looking straight ahead at the couch.

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.

I felt helpless. "It's nice to finally formally meet you Channing. Tate's told me all about you," she greeted with a smile. The crows feet under her eyes picked up with her grin and her olive skin creased in the corners of her mouth. Her short brown hair was styled in a pixie cut along with a pair of chic eyeglasses. I can't believe she's able to beat Tate and Cristian around like they say she can! "I-it's nice to meet y-you t-to-too Luna F-Frances," I sputtered. Her smile faltered a bit. "Hon it's just Frances. You're the Luna now. How are you feeling? Are you in pain. I can get Dr. Geeson in here," Frances said quickly.

"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.

Andrew is now in a wheelchair. "Who are you looking for?" she asked kindly. “Mother Marry. It's me ... Lana ..." Fox replied, opening the hoodie that covered her hair. Mrs. Andrew's eyes widened for a moment, and began to recognize the figure in front of her. "Lana? Lana why are you here? Come in!" she exclaimed. She then looked outside as Fox had stepped inside. Mrs. Andrew closed the door immediately afterward.