Lana Pawn Novels & Stories

Lana said, with a smile as she approached him. She was elegantly dressed in Ralph Lauren pants and a black top, she looked stunning to say the least. "Okay," Liam replied, smiling back at her, as he leaned his other hand on his Bugatti. "Are you knocking off?" She asked softly. She came to multiversal studios because she wanted to discuss something with him. "Yes but… you wanna talk to me about something?"Liam asked, nicely. "Yes, but it's nothing important, It can wait." Lana replied, smilingly.

“Did you see him out there? He’s so hot!” A woman’s voice shrieked from the sinks. Lana Reign was still in the stall when she caught the tail end of the conversation. “You know he donated everything, right? He’s like a billionaire!” Another woman chimed in as Lana readied herself to leave the stall. “He’s with some model in a purple gown,” the first woman answered, as they both turned to see Lana stumbling out of the stall as she realized they were talking about her.

Three cars ambushed mine, armed men emerged, and Lana, thе puppet master behind thе scenes, made a chilling appearance. Confusion еnvеlopеd mе as Lana's hеnchmеn, brandishing guns, closеd in. Evеn morе shocking was Lana stеpping out of onе of thе cars. With guns pointеd at mе, Lana posеd a choicе: "Do you want us to brеak in, or will you opеn thе car door without any troublе?" Stunnеd, I droppеd my phonе as Lana's hеnchmеn sеizеd mе, dragging mе towards thе ominous car. My desperate query to Lana about thе unfolding events remained unanswered as I was forcibly taken away.

The two men looked at each other and back at Peter, before taking a sip of their wine. Nanny Wang was tending to the garden with a watering-can, as she watered the plants. While Lana was busy making sketches for the wedding dress on the balcony connected to her room. Around her, were litters of papers folded and discarded. She has been on it since morning but could not get any inspiration. Her mind and heart were somewhere else, even if she continues, she would not create anything good. 'What is he busy with?' He said he would give her a call but so far, nothing. She hasn't heard from him since then. Lana kept glancing at the screen of her phone, waiting for the moment a call slides in.

"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.

I said as I look into my just about dried clothes. I sigh as I look at my reflection and see those butterfly pin on my hair. I wonder.... Lana said they are made of pure gem stones. Can they still work in this world? I have to at least find out. I thank the lady and headed towards the Pawn Shop I know that is closer to where I am. I take one pin and walk inside the pawn shop. I don’t know if it will work but I am really praying so hard that it will. I need money to head home. I wonder how my families are doing. They must be so worried. Seeing the date and time in the monitor screen of the pawn shop, it appears that I was gone for almost 2 weeks but back in Evetora it feels like almost 1 or 2

But Lana killed my wife, my sweet Corrine who never hurt another soul. She accused me of ambition, yet she wears a crown. This wasn’t fate; it was design. I need to know the depth of her involvement in her parents' bloody bid for power. A part of me—the foolish, aching part—struggles to believe she could be so cold. But Lana is far too clever to be a mere pawn. She is either my salvation or the one who will finally finish what her parents started.

Slowly, I stood and peered into the shadows. A small figure emerged with an air that felt familiar. A young healer, judging by the herbs tied to their belt and the soft glow of salves in their satchel. They froze mid-step, as surprised to see me as I was to see them. “Uh… hello?” the healer asked cautiously. “You’re… new here?” “I am,” I said, lowering my hands. “I mean, not new, but… returning. I’m Lana.” Their eyes widened slightly at the name. “You’re the Luna? The one who returned with Alpha Warren?”

But Lucien’s eyes were so sincere, I couldn’t bring myself to argue. I stared at the reflection of myself in his pupils—so numb, so powerless. There was no trace left of the old Katherine Dalton. From the age of three I’d disciplined myself, trained relentlessly to become the best female wolf. Twelve years of effort turned me into the Katherine Dalton of three years ago. The Straight A daughter of Beta. The Luna candidate. And Harrison destroyed all of it in just three years… and with that damn million dollars. He was a cruel bastard. Even though my wolf loved him. Maybe me too.

“Mrs. Gina—” “This is between you and me.” My voice was sharp, brooking no argument. “Promise me.” Lana lowered her gaze. “I promise.” “Good.” I set my glass down. “Who is Elena, really?” Lana flinched slightly. “She was a housemaid.” “I know that. What I don’t know is what business she has with Gina.” Lana twisted her fingers together, clearly debating whether to answer. “Don’t lie to me, Lana.” My tone was controlled, but firm. “I already know Gina has been meeting with her. I just want confirmation.”