Lando Norris Imagines Mga Nobela at Kwento

The hatred and revenge have been boiling in Norris hearts for a long time, and now he has made my parents disappear. I really hope my loved ones are still alive! Or else my self-sacrifice will go to waste. I was feeling restless inside the moving vehicle. I know that the longer it took us to find my missing family and my mate, the closer they were to their deaths. I don't know what Norris is planning with them right now, but all I know is that if I can convince Natasha to marry me, she might be able to persuade her father to let go of my family and Lauren.

The room quietened the instant I entered. I sat down with my hand intertwined together appraising each of them. They couldn't meet my eyes and hid away in fear, my aura oozing out of me. They should because I feel like wrenching out someone's guts for their treachery. “Now what do you all think I should do? How do you expect my Luna to react when she finds out that you brought another woman into my house?!” Norris rose up with his face creased “I think we would have to speak with the lady that her place is no longer needed”

"It's a pleasure to meet the man who's captured Lorenzo Volterra's attention. The whole city has been talking." "They have?" Louis glanced toward Lorenzo, who was deep in conversation across the room, his back to them. "They have." Nora tilted her head, studying his face. "Have you ever modeled? That bone structure and those eyes. You would stand out." Louis laughed. "No. Nothing like that. I did a commercial once." The thought of how that had landed him here hit him hard, but he pushed it down. "A commercial." She pulled a card from her clutch, sleek and black with gold lettering.

She’s using me as the weapon in her twisted game, setting me up as bait to shatter whatever bond remains between Orion and Darius. I wrapped my arms around myself, fighting back the surge of panic. She wants Darius to take the throne, to seize everything Orion holds dear. And I—I am her tool, the perfect trap to ensnare them both in her web of lies. The thought of it made my skin crawl. Luna Nora’s machinations ran deeper than I’d ever suspected, but now that I’d seen it with my own eyes, I could no longer ignore it. I could only wonder what other horrors she had planned.

~~~~LAKE PACK~~~~ LOUIS'S POV I paced back and forth in my office. I won't lie, ever since Austin suddenly showed up, I haven't had a peaceful sleep. The whole Nora saga was emotionally draining and accompanied by those dreams. I'll rather call them nightmares because I keep seeing a baby with blue eyes staring at me in my dreams every night and it's freaking weird. Not only that, for the past few days now, I've been seeing a faceless woman carrying a baby in my dream and I feel this force pulling me to her but the nearer I get, the farther she goes.

With wide eyes, she looks up at mine, searching and probing. “You’re a Nero?” she asks in a breath. I nod, but realize that those listening can’t see it. “My name is Nova Ainsley. I grew up on Korpillion. I worked for Horne Energy, but for lunars before I escaped the planet, I was making illegal Neron weapons.” “The weapons maker?” Arden asks, and I can tell, her mind is reeling from all of the revelations.

I start to cry. " Don't cry, baby, it hurts me when you do," he coos. " I'll bring back Amber, okay, there's one border we haven't checked, we are going there soon?" He says in a soft tone. They were looking in the wrong places. Norris is hidden at the great East border, between the Howler territory and the Sea pack, their territories are mostly covered in woods and long trees and close to the outskirts of the city. " Okay," I choke up a sob.

Instead, there was only a strange, quiet stillness—curiosity dressed up as calm, or maybe calm finally earning the right to exist without permission. Lance closed his eyes, phone still resting against his chest, and let himself drift, wondering despite every effort not to—what Elison Floris might actually look like up close.

Motion. Lora. Running. Past them. Fast. Tears. Streaming. Face. Destroyed. Not. Stopping. Not. Seeing. Just. Running. Sienna sat. Up. Fast. Alarmed. “Lora?” But. She. Didn’t. Stop. Didn’t. Turn. Disappeared. Up. Stairs. Landon stood. Too. Confused. Concerned. “What. Happened?” Then. Noah. Appeared. From. Garden. Also. Destroyed. Also. Broken. Walking. Slow. Like. Ghost. Like. Dead. Man.

Not exactly an orange pumpkin, but the one which is transformed into a Cinderella carriage led by horses. Just this time, those horses were replaced by a bird. Its wings were moving in odd angles. Its mouth was open in a silent scream, and it looked like it was crying. "It's Theia!" Bishop Eloise called her name and tapped the side of his Pecan-Zorro-yew, motioning him to fly fast. She was about to chase after him, but before she could, the air got a little thick, and suddenly she couldn't see or hear anything. She just saw this bright light with no color at all.