Novelas y relatos de Laura Mina

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.

She turned the side of her neck to show me a mark and my eyes opened when I saw it was a bit similar to mine, but mine was shinier and more precise. Wait, did she say werewolves? Wolf? I touched the mark, causing me to shiver and she nodded at me with a serious but kind look. “You are the Luna. You are Alpha Enzo’s mate.” What? Norman bent his neck towards me and Corey did the same, with Davina and Andrè. I stared confused and lost, it is when a loud giggle was released from across the fields and everyone’s head raised that I realized it was from me.

she wasn't! "Oh would you look at that....My entire fancily is finally here!" Lu Zhang said coldly glaring at the people who just walked in. Anna stared at the man indifferently, looking around she only saw Shola. Her expression changed "Where is Ella?" Shola was shocked, she didn't know that Ella was here with them....she had an unsettling feeling, where was her daughter? Lu Zhang chuckled "I have seven grown up children but only one has given me a grand child.....don't you think I will get a bit attached?"

the whole time, my heart trumps erratically, trying to beat its way out of my ribcage. “Michael”, Laura’s voice travels up the stairs, stopping us seconds before his lips were about to find their marks, the gentlest, feather-light touch was all that graced mine, and my stomach plummeted; Laura is the Luna, Michaels’s wife. He isn’t mine, and I know I can’t have him.

I clenched my fists, her insult still ringing in my ears. “By the way, who’s she?” I asked, breaking the silence. “Maya?” Laura’s tone was neutral, but I noticed her fingers tighten slightly on the steering wheel. “Yes,” I prompted. I needed to know. For some reason, I needed to understand. Laura sighed, her lips pressing into a thin line as her hands tightened on the steering wheel. “She’s… one of the Alpha’s flings,” she said carefully, her tone edged with something I couldn’t quite place.

As she sat at an empty table, her mind drifted back to the cave, to Dante above her, his golden eyes burning with desire as he— "Is this seat taken?" Laura jerked back to reality to find the red haired-woman from the moment she joined the pack standing across from her. She stood with her fiery red hair and thin scar running from her left temple to her jawline. Despite the mark, she was strikingly beautiful up close, with sharp green eyes that assessed Laura coolly. "No, go ahead," Laura said. She sat down, her movements graceful and controlled. "I'm Kera." She speared a piece of meat with unnecessary force. "So you really survived the hunt huh?"

Nothing changed with her position after becoming a mistress except the fact that she would be fucked by Rafe whenever he wished. Seraya whipped her head back, spotting a young girl around her age in the doorway. Her royal blue dress was giving off a different vibe, something classy yet elegant. Her dark hairs were combed behind perfectly. She held a wine glass between her fingers, inspecting Seraya with a smirk. Noticing her surprised expression, the girl introduced herself, leaning against the kitchen counter comfortably, " I am Laura...Laura Sullivan, Rafe's only cousin. I am assigned to work in different parts of the kingdom. We just met today. I must say that you are really beautiful."

She’s one of the celebrated new models featured in the latest summer collection. I felt small all of a sudden, but Liam is mine and she should know to take her hands off him. I tightened my grip on Liam’s arms that made him lose his stepping. She extended her tapered milky fingers toward me, reaching for a handshake. “My name is Laura. One of Liam’s special acquaintance. We just happened to cross paths again, meet each other’s eye, when I saw him walking on Aurelius Street.” Special friend? What does she mean by that? I can sense her reeking duplicitousness in her angelic façade. Her eyes resembled of a sneaky snake, craving, patiently waiting in the underbrush to poison its prey and maw its

Biting my lip in concentration. "I think I'm done," I say, his face is outstanding better already. Patching itself together as though nothing happened. He doesn't move, "you're beautiful." I flush. Looking down and picking at my cracked nails. "Stop." Chris merely smiles, "You are Andrea. And I'm going to remind you every chance I get." I fumble to words, to any response. I've never considered myself beautiful. My almost platinum blonde hair was weirdly natural and my blue eyes where so light they sometimes seemed to reflect clouds. But beautiful? No.

Beatrice runs to her and hugs her fondly. We used to smile and hug each other like Beatrice is doing to Laura now. But Laura is much prettier. She's busty and curvy. Her skin is so pale that one would think she's never seen the sun. Her cleavage is visible through her half-cut bra, and she's wearing blue jeans and a jacket. "Is that Sasha?" Laura asks, and everyone falls silent. She walks toward me, halting in front of Andre and me. She avoids eye contact with Andre and bows before me.