Lanara 소설 & 이야기

But this Tercanian serving girl was no mere foreigner to Anaria, and she abruptly found herself recognizing that face. The girl's name was Latya. She served the house of Berlune. The Berlune family owned the villa just north of the Kaelon estate. The two families were rivals, competitors, and so Anaria only remembered a few brief visitations between the two families. She remembered, only vaguely, a few times when Latya had served her picturesquely arranged rows of delectable meats, cheeses, and figs on a silver platter amid evening candlelight and murmured conversation. How quaint and far off that world now seemed in this new and savage reality.

He was the heir, and that’s when I remembered that when we were younger, we’d been introduced once at a meeting between the Bianchi and Brona packs. Lorenzo only snorted in response, and the real negotiation began. I thought it was going to be something huge, but it stunned me to learn it was a rare wild grain I knew very well. It grew wild in a barely used part of Bianchi territory. Why did Lorenzo need that so urgently? “He’s proposing to ship it through Fairmont North Port within three months, like we agreed,” I heard the interpreter say, but that wasn’t what the Alpha had said. “That’s not what he said,” I leaned in to whisper to Dante, and he frowned.

POV: Lana “I can’t believe it’s live,” Mara murmured, handing Lana a fresh cup of coffee. The bitter steam curled into the morning light filtering through the small apartment window. Lana stared at her laptop screen, the headline glaring back: “Unmasking Control: The Silent Chains of Power in Modern Industry”. Her essay, carefully drafted, meticulously edited, and courageously submitted, had gone live hours ago, and already the world was reacting.

A Vision of Lavender and Light As Analina steps into the grand hall for her birthday celebration, she is greeted by a breathtaking transformation. The room glows in hues of soft lavender and pearlescent white, delicate strands of fairy lights weaving overhead like a canopy of stars. Opulent swags of lavender tulle cascade from the ceiling softly pooling at the corners of the room, where bouquets of fresh lilacs and violets exude a gentle, calming fragrance.

until you see the thing they set up. It's a single wire-thin, sharp, almost invisible if you're not looking for it-stretched tightly from one side of the street to the other. They tie it high enough to meet a standing person right at the neck. It doesn't look like much, but that's the point. It's not just any wire; it's steel, sharpened until it's like a blade. Under the sunlight, it has this tiny silver glint, but most times it just blends into the air, waiting.

Her green eyes roamed over Lydia as she exclaimed, “Oh my God!” Lydia stifled a laugh; she knew her mom would soon comment on her beauty and how she would sweep every male off their feet that evening. It was clear that Lydia resembled her mother, both standing tall and slender, with curves that could captivate anyone. Lydia had inherited Luna Alice's striking green eyes, long tan limbs, pointed nose, and beautifully shaped lips.

Her breath caught, her hand trembling. “The pay is huge, Lan. Enough to cover your two-month rent,” Lala continued quickly, not noticing her friend’s sudden expression. “Lala…,” Alana’s voice shook. “Isn’t there any other place?” “Why? You usually take every freelance job you can. And this one’s just for a night—wear black and white, serve food, and done. Simple.” Alana bit her lip hard. Lala squinted at her. “Wait. Don’t tell me… you have a problem with the Sanjayas?”

She looked at me like some sort of bodyguard who would get punished if she let go. Minutes dragged on but I heard nothing. “How long is this supposed to take?” Arya snapped. “Quiet,” Tina hissed as she looked at me and then gave her usual annoying smile. “Lanarla.” The whisper called. It was almost like Tina knew it was coming. I lifted a shaky hand to signal Tina. “Lanarla.” It called again but louder this time. Tina closed her eyes and began murmuring in a language I didn’t understand. Her expression was annoyingly confident, like she’d done this a hundred times before. I should have been scared but the alcohol killed my fear and made me strangely calm.

All except one. A face that glared at me with a conceited smile. She had waited for this moment, she had waited to look me in the eyes with a calculative stare. Shania, drapes in a red polkadot gown and a black cashmere trenchcoat hanging over her shoulders. She let her ginger hair fall over shoulder with a braid at the two ends of her frontal. “Finally, we thought you were gonna have to cancel this meeting,” She smiled as though our argument yesterday never happened, like this was the first time we were speaking in months.

****Lana's POV**** I stood there in the middle of it all, as the world spinned around me in circles. Mr Lance's short fingers pointing at me accusingly in the boardroom while he clutched his bandaged head with one hand. "This girl, she's a psycho, she broke my head with a vase and even slapped me!" I smirked, wishing I could have done more. Mr Lance caught the smirk and ran wild. "You see. You see that smirk? She did this on purpose, she's crazy!"