Lara Violetta Novels & Stories

she hissed through her teeth. Right after she said it, Brad walked into the room too. "Listen up, you ignorant people! Lara is a top graduate from the Music Department of the Royal Werewolf Academy with a major in violin. Why would she ever purposely ruin your dress over some amateur performance? Camille, do you have a persecution complex or something?" Elise didn't even bother looking up, letting out a cold snort from her nose.

I glanced at the clock barely past nine in the evening and let out a long breath that carried equal parts satisfaction and exhaustion. My stage name, “Lara Velvet,” stared back at me from the open laptop on the vanity. The thumbnail for the video we’d just finished uploading was tasteful enough for the preview: me in black lace, lips parted, eyes half-lidded with practiced desire. No one looking at that image would guess that the woman behind it was Elara Voss, the quiet, responsible daughter who still sent her parents monthly updates about her “freelance graphic design work.”

Deep attraction has been drawn to him. My name is Annabel Ferrars. And I'm the Luna of Blood Moon Pack, as well as the Queen Of The Rogues. This is who I am.

Lilith who was full of envy and resentment, obeyed no matter how much she dislikes it. The throne was promised to her long ago, even on the time Elspeth was already born, the crown was promised to her. Until Veronica was born, everything Hikaris have promised her was then dedicated to the woman with amethyst eyes: Veronica. “Is everybody ready?” Taylor asked as she points her rifle on the exact angle to distract the guards. “We are ready to engage, General.” Taylor’s team said in union.

No lupus garou but her would be Caleb’s mate. The smell of Ragnar pelted Diana before she caught sight of him. Turning, she found he’d sneaked up behind her, sniffing. She was sure he tried to see if Caleb was still keeping her well satisfied. She snarled at Ragnar. He shoved his way between her and Vernetta, his black fur standing on end, his neck just as thick as she’d remembered it, his body hefty and deadly.

He lifted the baby in front of his face and examined the doll-eyed baby who exchanged stares at him. "Pick herbs for her Ellaine. That's what she likes especially the violet, heart-shaped ones." "I don' t know how they really look like. I'm afraid I won't be able to find them. Can you help me?" "I'm sorry Ellaine. I have so much to do tonight." Ellaine held her cheek lovingly, "But I think our friend Finrod here can show you." "Me?" "Him?" She raised her eye brows. "Well, that's not such a bad idea?"

After putting his bag inside an old-wooden-closet, Noah turned toward the teens and frowned, “Who’s Lydia?” Larry gawked and then placed the duster on the rickety-study-table, “Are you kidding me? You don't know who Lydia Violet is?” he quickly grabbed his phone and showed Noah Lydia’s Woof account, “She’s the most popular influencer to date!” he pointed Lydia’s picture in a bikini passionately, “she’s also the sole heiress of the Violet Pack!” Olga snorted to see the picture, “Meh… she’s all fake!”

"This is Emiko Arachne Botan, Queen of Fae, Arachnids, and Wendigos." "You fucking bitch." I cursed. "Oh Channing, hey." She said, before I heard glass breaking. "No I want the other syringe and tubing, bird brain." She shouted. "Sorry Channing, I'm currently in the middle of about to force feed the Vampire King. So if you could do me a huge favor and bring his mate over that would be great." There was an angry growl and some hissing. "So help me I will shift and kill your mate if you do not sit the fuck down and stop acting like a fucking baby, Vlad." Then the line went dead.

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“Deira, this is Luna Octavia.” My chest tightened. I had heard her story. The woman who had been ripped from her life by a hunter’s guild, who clawed her way back from their cruelty. Violet had told me she now used her rare gift to heal the broken, to strip trauma of its venom. A healer, yes, but beneath it all, the soul of a fighter. I had been eager to meet her, to look into the eyes of someone who had not only survived but had chosen to wield her pain as power. But before I could speak, a growl cut through the air.