Laney Loud Novels & Stories

Amanda said in a low voice. Malory heard, laughed, and said too loudly, “We keep smelling salts on hand for just this purpose.” “I need some of those,” Lyle said with the same loud voice. I couldn’t believe it when everyone laughed or at least grinned. Lyle always had that way about him—totally secure in his sexuality, even in a group of macho professional sports icons.

Luna dragged her friend to a boutique and spent two thousand dollars shopping for expensive clothes and fixing her hair. When she was done, she got ready to leave and said, "Wish me luck." "Of course, you'll do well," Allison said. Adrian went back to Alex's house, and after ensuring that the coast was clear, he informed Luna that this was the best time to arrive because if the PA came back, she would be discovered. She asked him the name of the PA, and he said his name was Matthew Poss. After getting the name of his PA, she thanked him.

Theo protested weakly, but his hand was already reaching for his stiff dick as she made her way to him. Laney got onto the bed, then laid down on her tummy, ass arched high in the air. "I don't care about that anymore. You aren't drunk now, are you daddy? Make me your whore. Walden's as busy as mom. We can fuck in secret, make each other less lonely. They never have to know,” Laney said, shaking her raw ass at her daddy. Theo stared at his ringing phone. It was the dead of the night. Only Ella called this late. His eyes went back to his blind stepdaughter's naked ass. She didn't have a stitch on her.

LANA A sharp pain shot through my head as I forced my heavy eyelids open. The bright light streaming from the window made me wince, and I quickly shut my eyes again, overwhelmed by the ache. After a moment, I squinted against the sunlight, gradually acclimating to it. When I finally felt ready, I hesitantly opened my eyes fully. Just in time, I saw my dad and Maximum facing each other, their expressions tense and conflicted. "Lana," Maximum called softly.

Sloppy drunk people badly dancing and terribly singing to music that is up so loud you can’t think straight, hard pass. I’m watching Lana put together a file for a planning meeting tomorrow. There is an upgrade to one of the smaller companies under the Westfield umbrella and the board needs to approve the budget and plans for the project to start. She compiles the architect’s framework with the interior designer’s mock-ups, financials and notes from all the previous meetings. I decided I am a complete nerd, because I am geeking out over her digital organization of this project. I jump as the comfortable silence is broken. “Are you ready to go?” His deep gravelly voice sends a ripple down my

I countered with rapid urgency. Laney was experiencing an absolute suffocation of her warrior instincts within these stone walls. Her claws had bypassed active skin-tearing for an excessive duration, leaving her with the distinct sensation that her combat reflexes were turning rusty and inefficient. Her bare fist smashed into the grain of the oak as a low mumble cleared her teeth. “Fine. Two additional sun cycles.” Predictably, when those two suns had fully cleared the horizon, Laney’s patience shattered completely. She systematically gathered her traveling leathers and prepared to force an extraction from the compound.

Lance walked into the suite of offices he bought the moment he decided to move “HL Sportswear” headquarters from New York to Los Angeles. He nodded a good morning to Kelly, his receptionist. “Mr. Hamilton!” Her high-pitched voice made him halt. Lance turned and saw her coming out of her desk. Kelly had a concerned expression on her face. The young woman was usually very calm and professional, so seeing her so agitated left Lance a bit bemused. “Kelly… tone it down a little… I’m right here…” he replied.

"We are also in position. Be advised. You have six Guardians and one Hunter in your immediate vicinity. Please advise your sister and anyone else working with you. You'll need to request visuals." "It's just my sister and me," Laney replied. "I'll advise her." Laney carefully made her way through the snow, trying to stay in the trees whenever possible. Though she didn't know if her sister would be so smart, she immediately requested visuals from Eliza, and once she had those rights, she was able to pick up the rest of the LIGHTS team and started turning them on as well. She didn't request permission from Aaron or Cadence, however. She could see that Elliott had them in his view, but no one h

Lana Reyes I brush a strand of hair out of my face and stare down the mirror like it owes me something. The girl looking back is tired, sure. But she’s also sharp. Hard where it matters. Unmoved. “I’m Lana Reyes. Twenty-three. NYU law student.” I say it under my breath like a spell. A shield. Because once I step out of this locker room, it’s game time. And this place doesn’t make room for people who forget what they’re worth.