Lana Foxx Novels & Stories

Lana looked at me, a complex mixture of confusion and worry on her face. “Hahaha, why wouldn't I be? I'm just finding something amusing. Pfft,” I tried to stop giggling, not wanting Lana to think I had lost my mind. Lana studied me for a moment, unsure of how to respond to my uncontrollable laughter. Finally, she spoke up again. “Arrgh, fine, but you can't blame me, Bae. That name is amusing as hell.” “You're the first person to hear that name and not cower in fear. The leader of the Crimson Fox is the most feared lord, and not everyone has seen what he looks like. Not even me,” Lana explained, her tone tinged with frustration.

Chapter Five Hundred And Forty-One The others were confused at Lana’s statement but Liam had a pleased smile on his face. He decided to explain to the other clueless personnels. “Three years ago, Lana was revealed to be Muse, one of the greatest fashion designer in all of Emerald and Oakcrest city.” He started but was quickly interrupted by Diego who slapped his head in realization. “Oh right, that.” He said excitedly, “She won the best designer at that completion and got that deal with the Queen.”

This woman was Lana, a name now synonymous with "overnight sensation." Under the relentless backing of Grayson Media, she had surged from a relative unknown to a household name in just six months, firmly cementing her place on the A-list. As the crowd surged, Chloe Bishop instinctively leaned forward, her eyes narrowing as she scrutinized the woman on stage. Lana was undeniably a rare beauty—elegant, tall, and possessed of features so delicate they seemed carved from jade.

“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.

“She . . . takes care of the house . . . and us. She cooks and cleans . . . she cooks for the ranch hands sometimes, too. Do our laundry.” Mr. Anderson snorted. “A house assistant sounds like a fancy title for a nanny and a maid.” “Daddy?” Dax knew that soft, sweet voice anywhere. It was Lana. Dax was grateful she wanted to see him but he was more grateful that she had come quickly. He didn’t want to spend any more time with Mr. Anderson than he had to. Mr. Anderson stood aside to let Lana past. She was wearing a white poufy jacket with white fur around the collar. She looked real pretty as usual. “Dax?” she said like she couldn’t believe he was at her door.

It reads. 'Jenny Vie Fernandez famously known in the entertainment world as ‘LUNA’, is the most renowned novelist, singer, and actress you could ever find. Born within the spotlight as the only daughter of the world’s famous musician and actor, her life full of awards and becoming the world’s renowned novelist was the life the people expected her about.

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.

Was this why? “I AM GOD. THE CREATOR OF WORLDS, MAKER OF MAN AND WOMEN. I GIFTED THE WOULD WITH ALL YOU HAVE SEEN. I HAVE BEEN WAITING TO MEET YOU DEAR LAYLA.” My heart raced at the sound of his voice. I kept my head down. Was I supposed to say something now?