Novel & Cerita Lavinia Pjo

Chapter 41: Protect the Poor Girl Lunch couldn’t have been more chaotic. Only Zen and Zara seemed to enjoy the situation until Cintia made an announcement. “Lavinia... why don’t you try the dessert? The pudding here is divine; it has a special ingredient,” Cintia teased, serving Lavinia a slice. “No!” Zara immediately shouted, alarmed as she grabbed the pudding. “This stuff shouldn’t even be on this table! What do you think you’re doing? Trying to get accused of attempted murder?”

Javier is the kind of older brother who can be annoying as well as warm and mature, sometimes. Juno lands his ass next to Javier, and he's close to Javier. "Lovina. From the name alone is beautiful is not it?" replied Juno made Javier silent then thought. Her name sounds familiar. Soon Javier's eyes slowly widened, he remembered lovina's name. The girl who was the subject of a chat with his friends. They say Lovina is a beautiful and graceful girl. It turns out that true what his friends say, Juno just got fascinated to Lovina.

However, maybe it was, in reality, the scheme of the Fates, a lesser being than the Creator but a separate element with the gods, for the ruin to arise. The odds were made possible by an elf named Jilroid. He was a powerful member of the aristocracy and a dreadful leader. He was deceitful, vain, self-centered, and greedy. He was fortunate enough to have a wife, named Estelel, even though it was through a fixed marriage. But he ignored and mistreated her. Neglected, his wife stumbled upon the human world and met a mortal. Unlike her husband, the mortal was kind and giving. They secretly met up many times before they fell love. They planned to get away and build a family of their own, in a pla

Another day of the same routine since I'm 12 years old. But wait, I didn't even introduce myself, I'm sorry. Well, my name is Pandora Vaughn, I'm 17 years old, I'm 5 feet 3 inches tall, and I'm in my senior year of high school. My parents are Charlie Vaughn and Melissa Vaughn, my younger sisters are called Shopie Vaughn and Charlotte Vaughn. Now that I've introduced myself, I need to run and take these groceries to my mom. - At Vaughn’s house -

“Your job is simple, you are to give the Alpha an heir...” she said, looking the slave in the eye. “And if I can't?” She asked, looking down at her feet. “What happens then?” “You die...” ******************** In a world where a woman's value is only played by her ability to give a child, Serena is tested in a way like no other. Either you can give the Alpha an heir, or you die. But when he turns out to be her mate... the whole game changes.

This was a whole new chapter for me. Davina did say I was the Luna. Is that what they meant? Is that what the Alpha always went through? Are people telling him that he would be worshipped? And the thing about taking back my throne was the worst out of all of them. Why the hell would I take back what was not mine?

Author’s POV The next evening, Vincenzo walked into the hospital room carrying a basket filled with fruit, premium juice, and expensive chocolates that Luca would probably finish in one sitting. Lavinia was seated near the window. The moment he entered, she rose to her feet, and I watched her expression change in real time. First came polite surprise, then a longer, more careful look before something thoughtful and calculating settled behind her eyes. “This is my...” I started. “I’m her direct supervisor,” Vincenzo said smoothly as he extended a hand toward Lavinia. “Vincenzo. Please, no need for formalities. Just use my name.”

Arabella asked. "Nothing. It just feels real." "It is real, Vini." "You know I can't just accept that," Lavinia said. She turned to face Arabella but froze, catching sight of herself in the mirror. Her gown was a deep russet color, grazing the floor even with her borrowed heels. At her waist, the silky fabric narrowed almost uncannily before widening out over her exposed cleavage. At her throat a high collar buttoned, attaching to long and lacey butterfly sleeves. Her dark hair was swept up, intricately twisted at the back of her head. Arabella had left a few wispy curls to frame Lavinia's face. As she eyed herself, she realized how beautiful she looked. Lavinia was not immodest, b

"She's an American-Italian investor. She owns Marino Vintners and tech. " Leonardo stood perfectly still, he stared at me for a long moment, processing the information. He slowly tested the name on his tongue, "Viviana Marino..."

an unfamiliar voice greeted. "Giovanni, Pablo, Rafael! It's good to see you again," Andrea replied before three strangers appeared in the kitchen. "And who's this?" one asked instantly seeing me behind the counter. He was clearly Hispanic but obviously wanted me to understand what he was saying and could tell I was more likely to understand English. "Ah!" Andrea said his eyes lighting up. "This is my new bitch. Ella Jones, Luna of Alpha Leonardo Loren." "Loren's mate..." one said eyeing me. "Good catch, Andrea. But I've heard about her. Doesn't she give the Alpha a run for his money? Always running away, disobeying, talking back...ect..."