Lane Limited 1 Q Novels & Stories

VANESSA’S POV "Luna, is something wrong?" Jenna asked me curiously, concern etched all over her face. I dragged Jenna into my room hurriedly, trying not to stumble. "They think I am barren. The Elders think I cannot produce an heir for Declan ," I wailed once we got inside. "Because I have been married to Declan for three years without an heir, the Elders and everyone think I am barren." Jenna looked at me with pity. "But you know you are not," she said, trying to console me.

exclaimed Maxine as she watched Maxim try to order a table and entered their personal data and the food they were going to eat. Maxim smiled, then shook his head while showing his phone screen to the front of Maxine's face. A large green circle with a checklist icon appeared there, with a series of greeting words at the bottom. With a smile, Maxine read out the contents of the sentences that appeared before her eyes. "Welcome, special customer Limité. Please arrive at the location 30 minutes from now, we are preparing tables and orders."

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Navia froze for a moment before hurrying over. The moment she saw the familiar figure seated in the back, she climbed in beside him. Leonel didn’t even look up. Several documents rested in his hands as he reviewed them calmly. Navia didn’t want to disturb him, but curiosity got the better of her. “Leonel… why does this car look so familiar to me?” “Familiar?” he replied lazily. “Does it?” Jason spoke up from the front. “Ma’am, this Bentley is a global limited edition. There’s only one in the entire country. It’s usually kept in storage, so maybe you happened to notice it before.”

“This is for your private communications. A secure line. It’s a limited edition, one of only three in the world. Custom-made, with technology most people can’t even begin to understand.” Julian hesitated for a moment before picking it up, his fingers tracing the smooth, gold surface. He could hardly believe what he was holding. Not even the president of the country could afford this, because it was a very limited one, only three of them made, and he was holding one right now. It was a reminder of what a big shot he was going to be from now on. People would look at him differently, and all those who had looked down on him, will come to wish they never did.

She could not win him in a fistfight, nor was she blessed with a silver tongue… Argh. Whatever. She decided to follow him first before he had gotten too far. Cecelia hailed a taxi, hastily asking the driver the moment she got in, “Mister, could you please follow the black…” Only then did it hit Cecelia, that was a luxury car! Hawick had found joy in reading up on cars while they were still an item, and so Cecelia gained slight knowledge on the subject from listening to him. The car William Sandler had gotten on was a limited-edition Lincoln released earlier this year. With just three of them worldwide, simply being rich did not necessarily mean one could get their hands on it. She did not ex

“I like it, but I like Mason more.” “I like Mason too.” I said, smiling at him. “Mason Carter, Beta of the Crescent Moon Pack.” “He will be the best cousin to your kids.” Andrew said, smiling warmly at me. I poured another glass of whiskey. I fucking needed it. I didn’t want kids if I didn’t have Emma. The only children I would ever want would be hers. “What time is it?” I asked as I poured whiskey down my throat. “15 minutes left.” Andrew said.

His response was almost instantaneous, what he had to say she had no words for. Leo was professing his love after all this time and what he wanted to do within the next five year of his life. But did he even realize that five hears has passed that he did not talk to her? She could not help but question it all, Capri would not stop her life to let him in after this realization.

Now, we waited. Zaphyr sat tall on his throne. He wore a simple black coat lined with white fur, his expression unreadable as his eyes flicked between us. Lucy stood beside him, unmoving. There was a long silence, stretching the tension in the room. Finally, Zaphyr spoke. “My answer is no.” My brows pinched. “Excuse me?” “You asked for more warriors beyond the two hundred already dispatched. I said no,” he repeated, voice smooth and final. “You’ll use what you already have.”