Lana Pawn Novels & Stories

"At least accept the cheque. Stop being so stubborn. It's not like you don't need it, babe." "I don't need free money from creepy billionaires with creepy contracts." "Beggars don't choose." "I'm going to pretend like you didn't just say that shamelessly to my face." Lana sighs and lifts her hands in surrender, tired of the conversation. She disappears to the kitchen and grabs some sandwiches. She passes one to me as she bites on another. She has a little smile on the corners of her lips. "What are you not telling me?" "Rooney Lane wants to make me dinner." She giggles. "At his house."

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.

After showing the police that these people were friends, not foes, Caleb closed the door. The woman quickly donned a long, red wig, while the man covered his gray hair with a dark brown one. The woman eyed her for a moment and then gave an evasive smile. “I see now what’s got our boys stirred up. Haven't seen a marriageable one like you in a while.” “Who’s the rogue who’s killing the human females?” Diana asked, figuring if the woman knew she wouldn't tell her but that her response itself might give a clue. The woman snorted. “He’s a lone wolf. Got to be. Not one of the pack.”

He turned in shock but Lana's scowl had never looked more mentally degrading. Did they get it wrong? “This is why people have a lot of problem with boys.” Lana sighed, her legs finally finding the strength the pull up in a squeeze. “For goodness sake, just get to the poi–” “Dammit, he's pregnant!" she hissed impatiently. "Dylan is pregnant!”

It was three in the morning when Lana woke up , her hands automatically went to her flat tummy .Caressing her flat abdomen Lana felt as if someone has ripped her out once again, In her last life Ella bribed a maid of King family and changed her nourishing tonic to an abortion tonic , Lana who was young and naive didn't even doubt that maid and drank all of the tonic not leaving even a drop behind .In her previous life she was deeply in love with Xander thus when she found she was pregnant , she was extremely careful and was looking forward to her child's birth .But how could Ella allow it ?

Owen was the one who’s trying to keep a conversation with her. “T-two million dollars?” Lana lost her balance the moment she gave attention to the amount she's gonna pay. Seeing her oppressed face made my stomach turn—it makes me physically sick. I clenched my jaw while watching, waiting to see if she would notice me behind her. She flickered once. No. Twice. “T-two million,” her voice faint as she spoke with no hope found in her tone. “I can't even raise a grand, let alone the two million.”

Upon calm reflection, it became evident to Liam that Lana's actions were undeniably driven by her pursuit of financial gain. Just four or five months after leaving the Kane family, Lana's net worth skyrocketed to ten million dollars. It was a stark contrast to the poor girl she was when she left. Lana's explanation seemed to make sense to Liam. Nevertheless, the allure of her face remained irresistibly captivating to him. Liam couldn't help but recall the game he played with Lana at John's birthday party. A game that had led to intimate contact that set hearts racing and cheeks ablaze. As he stared at Lana's cherry-like lips, he found himself struggling. Liam then swallowed hard in an attemp