Lana Foxx Novels & Stories

Lana's biological parents' foster daughter who so happens to have co-starred with the late actress in the upcoming movie, Snow Fall Love ' "Holy fucking fuck!!!"

Probably some guy gave her a fake number in the bar. "I know what it is. But who are you?" She again asks me anxiously. "I am secretary of the President of the Damison Group. My name is Ethan Stone." I reply to her irritatingly, as she is wasting my time. I need to go home and take a lavender bath with my rubber ducks.

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.

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.

GB is lucky in having the 5'5" 34D Catherine, who is amazingly enthusiastic about her work." Roger: "A plucky lady, Lily. And who's that ravishing young lady who's bending over in front of the Thai Punter, showing him her open wet pussy while she fingers it lasciviously?" Lily: "That, Roger, is Vicky Fox, the GB manipulator. As you can see Vicky is beyond gorgeous: blonde, blue eyes and the best body I have ever ever seen. She's 6' 1" tall, her breasts are a gravity defying 32G and her legs are endless. She'll be called in later in the play to use her practiced hands to finish Chanarong off and to use her astounding body to drive him crazy with desire."

The voice seemed familiar, but I could not place it. “Speaking.” “Leah, it’s Jack. Jack Carter.” “Jack,” I paused for a second, “How are you?” “Always so pleasant. I need to ask you a favour as I know Logan will not ask you.” “Of course.” “I and my wife Chelsea, Logan’s mum, are having a family get together next weekend for his birthday.” “His birthday?” I questioned. “Logan didn’t tell you?” “No!” I was surprised but also not somehow at the same time.