Lana Foxx Novels & Stories

“Xyla, why do I feel like you’ve become prettier after not seeing you for a while? I really adore this face of yours… “If I were a young lady right now, I would have used your face as a reference and do plastic surgery to look exactly like it,” Lana added. She adored Xyla because one, Xyla had saved her life, and two because Xyla was too gorgeous. Looking at this face gave her comfort. Lana was wearing a crimson sleeveless tight-fitting knee-length dress, accentuating her exquisite figure. Although she was over forty years old, there was not a single wrinkle on her face.

Goddess ~ Xana “Yes, Luna,” Chance said teasingly as his hands moved up my body. I trembled as I hovered just above the hardness that would soon make me forget about all of my troubles. As soon as his hips gripped my love handles, I lowered myself until his tip pushed into my heat. It felt so fucking good, and it was hard taking this slow, especially after what he just put me through. I wanted nothing more than to feel him spear me, tear me open, and make me hurt so badly that he’d be on my mind for days after this night.

What the fuck is she talking about. “2…1…Happy Birthday!” The crowd shouts. Everyone starts to sing for he is a jolly good fellow at the top of their lungs. I zone them out and I feel my sister grab my arm. When I smell it, the most intoxicating smell in the world, my mate’s scent. I can hear her heartbeat loudly, feel the tug on my heart and soul. I slowly turn around in the direction of the scent, but I already know who it is don’t I?! She is singing at the top of her lungs, she smiles at me as I meet her gaze. My Luna…my mate…my Lizzie.

“Knew it. That one’s fire and fury. I’d pay to watch you bleed.” “I will,” I say, smoothing my tie with slow finality. “And I’ll savor every fucking drop.” Because I’m already thinking of her. Lana. She doesn’t belong in our world—and she acts like it. No preening. No performing. No desperate tilt of her hips like she’s selling something. She glares. That mouth—wicked and full. Built to argue. Built to choke. That body—real, imperfect, fucking incendiary. Built to be claimed. Or conquered.

I had always been quite good at languages at school. I didn't understand all of it at the time but it was somewhere along the lines of 'ladies and gentlemen your leaders of this fine pack: Alpha Leonardo Loren and his Luna Ella Jones'. Leo smiled charmingly to the crowd as he stood tall and confidently. Everyone looked upon him in silent admiration and I tried to follow his lead but felt the embarrassment of this much attention sear red across my cheeks instead.

They were all taking from me too soon. “As you wish, princess.” She walked out and closed the door behind her softly. I was glad she did not fight me. I could hear her talking to Theodore downstairs. “Layla is not feeling well today. She wants us to gather the stuff needed for the farm and our food supply.”

Randolph said. They flashed their lights into the pen beside hers where two lions prowled. “Call in some more of the staff.” The flashlight’s beam poked into the darkness of her pen, angled toward Big Red. “What are you doing out here, big fellow? Little lady won’t let you snuggle yet?” “Hey, Randolph, what’s that?” The iron fence rattled as they leaned over it and poured their beams of light into the moat. Diana closed her eyes as the light touched her face. Her long red hair covered her naked body like Lady Godiva on her famous ride. She stopped breathing while her heart nearly leaped out of her chest to know they'd found her, and would take her someplace warm.

“I think I am going to need help in the shower. Wouldn’t want me to fall now, would you?” he says with a devilish grin and winks at me. “Do it!” Lily says, and I say fuck it and take off my giant t-shirt. “Oooooooh you hussy!” Lily sings at me. “Go away Lily” I tell her, and she does.

Luis said to her and led her to his room. Luis turned on his laptop and quickly went into his email. He opened the mail. Sheila Williams, 25 years, caucasian, North Africa, Western Sahara. Luis went through all the other details of the lady. His eyes widened "This can't be," Luis said and Lily looked at him questioningly. "She's been dead for 10 years now. We need to speak with Nora?" he said. "Why?" Lily asked "She is related to Nora," Luis said and Lily gasped.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Anna yawned loudly with silly smile on her face. It was the day of graduation. She was finally going to become an Eve's barrette which also means..... "Uniform....hmm, uni uni....unifoooormmm" Anna sang in an off key tune. She felt so happy that she didn't realize she had scrubbed her entire body three times in the shower.