Lanara 소설 & 이야기

And now Kertan could hardly control himself. Own daughter, stupid and reckless, planted a pig. And to deal with this to him, Kertan. And, God forbid, stay alive. -Lara! the adviser yelled as he approached his daughter's room and jerked open the door. A tall, statuesque girl sat by the mirror, braiding her thick copper hair. Her dress was of luxurious brocade with silver embroidery, and a necklace of opals shimmered around her neck. Beautiful green eyes were lined with black, which made them even more expressive. A face with regular features, a slightly upturned nose and capricious lips. Laran was not in vain considered a beauty.

ANNALISE “It’s a pity that Calissa can’t join us for a drink,” Lorna exclaims, her voice filled with excitement. “But once she has their adorable pups, we’ll all gather for an unforgettable night of debauchery!” As Lorna’s words resonate in the air, the sound of clinking wine glasses fills the room, creating a symphony of celebration. The fragrant aroma of our delightful sweet and sour nectar wafts through the air, enticing our senses. With each sip, the velvety liquid dances on our tongues, leaving behind a tantalizing sensation that lingers, making this moment unforgettable.

She turned him down coolly. "But I traveled to Kontina just to get the famous artist LAN to create this crystal sculpture for you. I jumped through many hoops for this …" LAN? Alyssa licked her lips and pressed the button to open the gate. Sean rubbed his forehead speechlessly. It seemed that Landon Harper had gotten the perfect gift for Alyssa.

Alex said and raised his hands in the air in surrender but Crane knew more better " Do not play those games with me Alexander! you keep coming in between that human and I, and this is way too much, I will warn you for the last time ! stay in your lane and do you work as the butler of this mansion and don't meddle in my affairs with the human!" " yeah yeah I am the butler and I will keep everything in check , unfortunately for you , The human who's name is LARA is the Luna of this mansion and is directly under my care so I will keep meddling before you kill her " Alex said still keeping a calm face while Crane held still held his collar

she says, her frustration spilling over. Inside her mind, Lana stirs weakly, groaning from the shared pain. *“Lana, come on,”* Nana pleads. *“We have to try. Just give me enough to use our claws. I need to pull out that damn bullet.”* Lana doesn’t respond, but Nana feels her pushing through, struggling against the weakness that grips them both. Slowly, Nana’s fingers begin to shift, elongating into claws. Her hand trembles as she examines them.

*KINCAID'S P.O.V* THE COLLAR Of his shirt suddenly felt tight and chuffed against his skin as his gaze was locked with the witch's. Then she looked away and stood in front of the podium. She cleared her throat once and said, "My name is Arlana," She said in a husky voice. "I am the Luna of A****n River Wolves, Brazil. And I am the last descendant of the great Coven." Her gaze washed over the room. It was deathly quiet as the man waited to hear what she wanted to say.

Zane The jet touches down with a low rumble, and I can already feel the tension in the air as we approach Nero’s territory. This is Leonetti land, and stepping onto it feels like walking into the lion’s den. I know the reception I’m about to get isn’t going to be friendly.

Thank fuck for that, this was getting embarrassing. “Um, I am 21. I am live here in the Kingdom on the outskirts in town called Lohan. I am training to be a nursery teacher and I don’t know what else to say. Oh call me Angel” she says smiling shyly at us. She’s blushing and I love it. She is so adorable when she blushes. “Wow a nursery teacher” says Nova. “You will do well with Logan then. He is basically an overgrown toddler at times” Logan looks insulted but Angelina giggles at this comment and we are so enchanted by it no one can be mad.

A battlefield in silk and glass. Beside me, Lana shifted. Her fingers curled into her lap, betraying a sliver of nerves beneath the surface of her calm. The scent of her perfume clung to the heat between us—jasmine, threaded with something darker. Wicked. Addictive. She was radiant. Dangerous.

"What the hell is this, Elara? You think a few bankruptcies make you a queen?" Vane’s voice crackled through the secure line, distorted by the scrambler. Elara sat behind the mahogany desk of her new office, the skyline of the city a jagged silhouette against a bleeding sunset. She didn't look at the view. She watched the ticker on her monitor, watching the stock of the Marcone family plummet into the dirt.