Lana Pawn Novels & Stories

—Irina, I'm not understanding you. —It happens that yesterday I tried to communicate with you all day, we had a visit to the vineyard —she reminded him annoyed—You are my best friend and the only one, but I need if you are going to be with me in the preparations for my wedding, otherwise I will accept the help From Saul's sister, my sister-in-law would be delighted to participate in her brother's wedding. — Luciana closed her eyes upon hearing the hurt tone of her friend, she did not want to disappoint her, she had said it well, she was her best friend and her only one.

Lana became more and more agitated as she spoke. She acted as if she had already understood everything. "I'm telling you, Cruz. Forget about tricking me today! Unless..." She paused, her gaze turning sinister. "Unless you hand over the deed right now and write my name on it! Otherwise, don't expect me to let you in, no matter who comes today!" Lana looked as if she had me under her control and that I had become her possession. This madwoman almost made me laugh exasperatedly. I wondered, 'What era does she think this is? Does she think she's a queen who can do whatever she wants? And the deed? Why doesn't she just fly to the moon while she's at it?'

I laughed again, louder this time, almost hysterical. “Isn’t that just perfect? Hmm? Isn’t that just—perfect!” My hands dropped to my sides as I stopped moving. Wait.... Something wasn’t right. The laughter died down slowly, my breathing evening out as the thought pushed its way through the noise in my head. Lana was dead. Dead and gone amd buried So how…? I turned slowly, my gaze locking onto the lawyer again. “How does a dead woman freeze her own assets?” “How??” I demanded. “Explain it to me like I’m a fool, hmm? Because the last time I checked, I’m the only one who has the authority over her estate.”

“Why wouldn’t I? It wasn’t me who took Emma to see him.” Lana’s expression froze for a moment before returning to normal. She grabbed my hand and said gently, “I was wrong. Today is our wedding anniversary. Don’t be angry, okay?” Once upon a time, I would have dreamed of hearing her admit she was wrong. But I only felt annoyed by her attempt to deflect the subject. “I’m not angry. Just pay me on the kid’s behalf.” Lana’s patience completely ran out. “Fine. Very well. “Lyle Stafford, you’ve really surprised me.”

Stepping behind Sidney, Lana unfastened the clip that she used in packing her hair in place, and her curly hair exploded. “Wow,” Lana touched Sidney's hair. “Is that natural?” She nodded and tried to gather her hair back in the clip. “Hey, leave it. There are women, who would pay a fortune to get their hair in curls like that.” She told Sidney and she nodded. Packing up the remaining clothes, Lana put the last pair of shoes into the bag and went over to the balcony as Sidney dressed and did her makeup. “Hmm…time's up,” Lana turned to her from the balcony with a smile. “Your pumpkin is here.”

I swallowed hard, trying to keep my composure. “We’re… managing. The ceremony has kept me so busy. And you know not many people know about my return yet, so I still had to hide till the unveiling this evening. But then I still had my duties as Luna, they will not wait. Hah, it has been a riot.” I was rambling, trying to keep the anxiety from my voice and hoping that Calista wouldn't pick up on it. “I can imagine,” she said. “But do take it easy Lyra. Everything will be fine.”

Everything around me felt wrong, no matter how perfect it appeared. My eyelids lowered, and I whispered, “I don’t want to be the Luna of the pack.” Christina’s voice came at once, sharp with panic. “Why?”

“I’m just checking.” Lana’s long hazelnut locks are tied up with a pony and braided down her back. She is dressed like her usual self, ripped jeans and a one of my t-shirts and I can’t help but smile at her. Lana catches my gaze and looks down, tugging on her shirt. “What?” she whines. “Everyone has been a little busy, and I have given no one permission to come in for laundry in a while,” she admits.

Lana scoffed in her heart and said, “I am not required to tell you guys who I am, right? Since this is an auction, the item will naturally go to the highest bidder. If you guys are not raising the price, then that luminous pearl is now mine!” Many were silenced as her statement made sense. “Alright then. 500 milion going thrice! Sold!” The old man who stood on stage overseeing the auction had finally hammered down his gavel hard before telling Lana, “Please come on stage to have your card swiped, miss!” “No problem!!” Lana walked up the stage immediately while Fane followed beside her. “I’m interested to see if you truly have that much money!” Timothy was incredibly furious but could not do

Hoodie drawn tight, fists clenched, eyes lit with something wild beneath the exhaustion. I step closer. Look harder. She’s still there—the girl who walked into this night trying to stay small. But something’s shifted. Not softer. Sharper. I stare myself down and whisper it like a vow. “I’m Lana Reyes. Twenty-three. NYU law student. Not a fucking groupie.” And this time, the girl in the glass doesn’t flinch. She nods. And keeps walking.