Lani Lynn Vale Novels & Stories

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

Anna nods, he sounded experienced, he knew the world but not in the way she did. "Thank you, I'm Anna Lu" Anna stretched out a hand to him He stared at that hand for a moment before taking it "I’m Dylan, Dylan Yang” Dylan raised the girl up, carrying her in his arms he walked towards the dock where her wheel chair was. Despite it being a great weather in the morning, the night wind was cold and with their clothes being wet, the cold became almost unbearable.

she says calmly. Her gaze shifts toward me. Sharp. Observant. “And you must be Ms. Vale.” I stand politely. “Yes. Lana Vale.” She offers her hand. “Selene Park.” Her grip is gentle. But something in her eyes feels… assessing. Like she’s already forming an opinion about me. “I’ve heard a lot about you today,” she says. “Oh?” “Yes,” Selene replies. “My fiancé seems very interested in your work.” My stomach tightens slightly. Fiancé.

Betrayed by her mate and framed for treason, Athena, a, wolfless Omega, and daughter of traitors—has no choice but to run for her life. Hunted by pack warriors, she flees into the dark woods, her heart broken and her future uncertain. But fate always has a cruel twist in store. One minutes, she's in the woods running for her life, the very next minute, she's in the room of the most feared Alpha, who.is none other than the father of her cruel mate. The domineering Alpha king backs her up against the wall, her bones quivering from the hunger-filled glint in his gaze as he hand glides over her most sensitive skin in a soft caress. "I'll never let you escape from me again, mat

Alex named him Kevin, her young vibrant beautiful boy. Valerie's beauty had grown and developed over the years. Her hair was a deep, rich brunette, falling in waves below her waist. Her eyes were a deep brown, flecked with gold, and her lips were full and rosy. She had high cheekbones and a delicate nose, giving her a timeless, classic beauty. But it was more than her physical features that made Valerie so stunning - it was the way she carried herself, with grace and poise, that indeed made her a sight to behold. Valerie had a heart of gold and she spread kindness everywhere she went.

“I’m already on my way.” I hit the driveway, kill the engine, jog inside. Lana’s in the living room, laptop open, face pale. She looks up. “It’s worse.” I cross to her, see the screen. Front-page gossip blog: “Leaked: Billionaire Roman Vale’s Office Tryst—Topless Stepdaughter Caught After Hours”

Lydia watched the news from a private suite across the city. **BILLIONAIRE HEIRESS STABBED AT GALA — VALE AT HER SIDE** She muted the television. “Dramatic,” she said calmly. A man stepped out of the shadows. “You promised she wouldn’t die.” Lydia turned, eyes cold. “She won’t. Not today.” “And Vale?” “He’ll suffer,” Lydia replied. “Which is the point.” The man frowned. “Why?” Lydia’s smile sharpened. “Because Aria Lane represents something unforgivable,” she said. “A woman who didn’t stay bought.”

The guests around us stared at us in amazement, and when she reached the last step, she put her hand in mine. I'm so proud of this moment. Now, everyone here knows that this beautiful lady is Black Valley Pack Luna -- Selena Taylor.

“A label that erased me. Now, I get to say my own.” I lifted my chin. “I am Lilah Hart Vale,” I said. “Hybrid. Once human, once cursed, once terrified. Now Luna. Mother. Mate. Teacher. Mediator. Friend. And nothing anyone can own but me.” A hush fell. Then someone—Freya, probably—started clapping. It spread. Pups howled. Adults whooped. Naomi yelled, “Name recognition!” and Cassian groaned and kissed her to shut her up.

"Yeah. Clara Monroe. She’s in the back cabin this trip. They pulled her in last-minute to train a new crew." "I thought she only flew domestic." "Scheduling changes. You don’t know how this works." No. He never thought I knew how anything worked. He knew me as Lina Vale, the quiet flight attendant who came from nowhere. He didn’t know my real name could clear a restaurant with one whisper. He didn’t know my father, Lorenzo Valenti, had men in every port, judge’s office, and private terminal from New York to Sicily. He didn’t know because I had chosen him over all of it.