Lanara 소설 & 이야기

She added in a whisper before looking to Amy. × Meanwhile, Zachary had made his way to a grassy garden, probably partial from someone's uneven lawn, where he laid to face the setting sun. He had his almost drained laptop beside him, where he had opened up a page, booking the tomorrow's train tickets from Renné to Zürich. 'Katharina' 'Katharina-' he called unto her before she yawned, making it clear he had interrupted her sleep but she wasn't complaining. 'what is it, Zachary?' she asked.

"Man, I'd definitely do that~" I couldn't help the blush that tinted my cheeks as I gave the last glass to Laura. Just as I moved to fetch more, I felt a hand on my back that slowly slid around to rest on my left shoulder. I froze, and glanced over mt shoulder to come face-to-face with Lana; one of Stacy's minions who was once a nice girl but with having Stacy as her frequent company corrupted her. Lana, another pretty girl; dark brown hair that reaches down her shoulder blades, blue eyes and a diamond-shaped face. Her body was draped in an ombre cream to peach knee length strapless dress that is cinched at the waist.

I answer back as I show her the now lifeless bird I am holding. I swear I see Lana looking so shock seeing the bird I am holding. “What’s wrong Lana?” I ask in confusion. Don’t tell me this bird is dangerous or something? “Come down and let me see it. Here, toss the poor creature towards me so you can come down. I might be seeing it wrong but I think that bird is a Wankaka.” Lana said. Wankaka, WHAT? What the heck is that?

He dipped his head, and stepped to one side. My annoyance at Mason getting the getting the better of me; “My name is Sienna...” I bite out. “Not Luna.” I couldn’t find it in myself to apologies at this moment for my own clumsiness of not looking where I was going. But at this moment I was far too riled up.

His lose jeans and thin jacket raise my eyebrows, not ideal for this towns weather, "Your not from here?" His blue eyes seem to sparkle, "No I just moved from LA. Didn't realise it would be this cold." "Right, well welcome," I say, turning away. Keen to get back to the pack. Back to Will. "I didn't catch your name," he says after me, grabbing my elbow. I turn to look at him, raises my eyebrows at his hand. He lets me go immediately, offering me a soft smile . "I'm Bec." He sticks the same hand out, "Nice to meet you. I'm Hayden."

Lambana - a race of small winged creatures also called Ada or Engkantada and in English it is called Pixie, Small Fairy or Tooth Fairy. ━━━━━･ ｡ﾟ★: *.☪.* :★ ﾟ｡･━━━━━━ The day ended without her father knowing she had left her room. She has returned to her hiding place, the moments she had enjoyed earlier are now gone.

he whispers softly into her ear “We should enjoy this moment for a little while” Sholana moans when his tongue licks the tip of her ear. “Ella's in the next room…” Sholana argued when she felt Nathan's fingers unbuttoning her blouse. “We’ll be quiet Lana” His hands traces the edges of her bra after taking of her shirt, they both make eye contact and Nathan smirks. “Shh….”

She really liked Malia's loud voice. "Luca? Where's Loui?" Leona asked Luca, who was busy drawing endless straight lines on his 10-inch smart device. "Following the witch girl. I don't know her name, sorry." said Luca without taking his eyes off the screen of his smart device. "Does Loui want to read Lyla's mind? Why did he bother following her?" Malia asked innocently.

she asks. Leaning back on a flat rock near the river, I stretch my legs in front of me and shrug. “I’m just curious about what you are doing.” Lana pinches her bottom lip between her teeth and looks down at her collected work. “If you must know. I’m testing the level of pollutants in the water and taking pictures of the landscapes. Now, I’m very busy, so if you could please go away,” she waves her hands in a dismissive sweep and turns her back to me, which irks me further.

“Let’s go.” Andrè walked in front of us as we all moved quietly, legs crunching into the sand. The sand was hot and I could feel it with my shoes on. I looked up when I heard Andrè groan suddenly. My eyes widened when I saw a white and gold tent, it looked so beautiful and delicate and in front, I saw a beautiful man around my age. He has white hair and gold irises in his eyes. He stood up and his attire also looked beautiful, the white linen hugging his skin with gold inscriptions on them. He looked at me expectantly as he stepped forward a bit causing Davina and Andrè to take a stance.