Lara Violetta Novels & Stories

I assured her and went back to our side of the pavilion. *** Marcus pov The music dulled behind me as I stepped away from the crowd, my eyes following her. My daughter, Lyra, the Luna of Axelland. I wonder if she is on to my plans. But that is not possible. As I only let Garret know what I’m doing. Even at that I don’t tell him everything. But there are some questions I need answers about. I have to meet with her and ask her some things that are confusing me.

LUTHER POV Leo drives us to Zara's residence. We get down from the car, Violet and I walk forward, and I ring her doorbell. "Who is it?". A threatening voice asks from a microphone, I see a small camera and put my face in front of the camera I gulp "We are from Chad's, I'm Luther Benjamin-Kim and Violet Anthony Chad". Violet decided to keep her last name when we got married "Give me a second then". I look at Violet who stood awkwardly, she's nervous, I've heard a lot about chairwoman Zara and she's a tough nut, first day of work and I'm already, working.

She, of course, is burning red. "First of all, the name is Regina. Regina fucking Knight. I'm a supermodel. Everyone knows me, except you live in Jupiter or something. And second, who the fuck are you?" "I'm Lara." Regina looks her up and down. "And? Was that supposed to ring a bell? Because, spoiler alert! It didn't." Her brain is too cluttered with Botox to remember anything. "I'm Leonardo's plus-one and girlfriend," Lara replies naturally, linking her arm through mine.

“Are you going to let her just waltz in here and ruin it all?” “Never.” I hissed. “I'm going to go back in there and ask Xander to make me his Luna. And fucking expose the bitch for who she truly is.” A rogue witch.

She stumbled over her words, her face flushing with a mix of fear and lust as she stared at his bare chest. "Mr. Vane... I... I’m Tiffany Crestview. Lara’s sister," she stammered, trying to pull her shoulders back to show off her cleavage. "I came to apologize for her behavior. She’s troubled, you see. My father is very concerned that she’s taken advantage of your kindness."

She is in the grave, unable to watch her child grow. Ramon Fridling was the only thing in her mind, Violet was hell bent on killing him, it was another mission of hers, to kill Ramon Fridling because he was the reason why Scarlet died. If Scarlet didn’t marry him, she was going to be alive today, but she isn’t.

Lyla said almost crying when she couldn't contain her guilt any more. Lily was taken aback by Lyla's words. "Lyla, why? Did I do anything wrong?" Lily asked in confusion. Lyla snapped and with the little strength she had, yelled at Lily. "That is the problem, Lily. You are too kind, too caring, too perfect. Can't you do something evil even for once in your life? Leave me alone. I am bad, I am evil...." Lyla continued to yell at Lily but her voice trailed off as she began to pant for air.

And the color of my skin never hides when I blush so it's always hard. "What's your name?" Now he stood right beside me leaning on the basin and looking down at me. Okay, how the hell was he this tall? I looked like a minor in front of him. This was so unfair. And not to forget his deep baritone voice. It was so smooth just like butter. Ew Arabella really? "Arabella" I replied. He hummed before folding his hands and damn I almost swooned. I accidentally glanced at the tattoo on the back of his left shoulder. It had wings and it between were two initials.

“I’m Adelina and I’m calling from KlasyRhodes fashion home, Luanda. We need you to create some designs ma. We want to put up a fashion show and we need new unusual foreign designs.” Could she just stop with the madam thing, Chava had cringed one of her fists already; she didn’t like to be addressed with ‘ma’. Luanda? That was an African country and the caller didn’t sound like a regular client. Where did she get her contact from? “OK, my name is Chava or you can call me Miss Ava.” She smiled. “OK mad--sorry, Miss Ava. How much is your rate?” “When is the deadline? And how many designs?”

Chander's sudden interruption brought her back. "Miss Hila, let me help you take care of the other eleven." She didn't feel light headed or drunk anymore. "Why would you help me? You are in no position to gain anything from their deaths and if you are, just shut it and consider yourself lucky that your competition just got lower." She took off the robe and was left covered by a tiny sleeveless navy blue dress that barely covered even half her thighs. The pair of linen dolphin shorts of the same color loosely swayed as she moved towards him.