Romans & histoires Legends And Lattes

"Just think that I'll fight for you no matter what happens, I'll fight for our love." Luna averted her eyes and looked at her book shelves with old and thick books. "I've read something in one of my books. There are so many civilians who died, because of the love between two people. It was taken from real life, but they changed the name of the place and the people." "Are you referring to the Legend of the Moon?" Arayan asked. "Legend? You mean it's not true?" "How can you say it's not true? You are the proof," Arayan replied with a smile.

” Daniel drove his car, tried not to be suspicious, and it is good that he is using his brand new car, Lucas would not know that he is stalking him. Lucas' car stopped in front of a familiar bar. He knows what it is, a high-class end of a bar that sells one-night-stand, virgin woman is the most expensive here, it will cost a fortune. He tried several, and he is not that satisfied. He is still into Rebecca, he can’t be pleased, the way he is pleased by her.

"Latents are really rare. I'd even say as rare as Links." Links. Creatures from different species who're believed to have direct connection to their makers. A werewolf Link hasn't been heard of since, say, millenniums ago. "Yeah, so I guess I'm something of a celebrity around here." Nayla chuckled. "An understatement. The whole pack's eager to meet you. The Alpha's court, not so much." My brows went up at that. "Why?"

Rajata asked as he started the car engine. “On the Millennium Tower.” “Okay,” said Rajata, as he drove the car leaving the café. On the way home, the radio station that was monitored in the car played The Groove’s song … How can you come to my dream Even though I didn’t miss you for a second … “What a strange song,” commented Kalyana. “Suitable for accompanying strange nights,” said Rajata, “learning about Larasati, a person you have never met, then miss Narendra, who you also have never met.”

Myra snapped back. "Ask every single person in Italy and you will get the answer." Luca smiled at her. "If you are Luca Lombardi then how could you be Luca Moretti?" Myra wanted her doubts to be cleared. "Lombardi is our maiden name. My mother was a simple young lady when my dad fell in love with her. He was the most feared Italian don. When he married my mom he decided to create an empire with her name. Lombardi enterprise is our legal business area which was named after my mom's maiden name. You can meet both of them. They are old and live in Milan now."

Lena's POV. I hummed a sweet, melodious tune as I walked down from the market with a bag of groceries in my hand. I couldn't get his voice out of my mind. I was excited. Too excited. He promised to marry me, he promised to make me his Luna. And even as I silently flung open the door, I could hear his voice in my head. Literally. “Yes! oh god! Yes! Come on, fuck the shit out of me” a loud moan snapped me out of my head. I froze looking straight ahead at the couch.

Loren forced a smile that carried secrets. “I want her dead — the supposed moon goddess, Snow,” Loren said. Mari’s eyes lit up. It had been years and she’d been waiting for this. It was the third alliance she’d formed; she would ruin Snow slowly and thoroughly. Still, she wondered why Loren agreed, was it rivalry, past fuel, hatred, or something more sinister? She thought, watching Loren smile widely.

That’s when I saw it. A book,half-hidden beneath the bed. My heart skipped. I reached for it slowly, my fingers brushing the worn leather cover. As I pulled it into the light, my breath caught. The Legendary Luna. The title was carved into the front in elegant, ancient script. “This can’t be…” I whispered. “Isn’t this the same book from the library?” How did it end up here? Just then, Scarlet’s voice echoed in my mind. “There is a lot you need to know,” she said softly.

“And I won’t let anyone take it from us.” As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the estate in a golden glow, Elena’s team began implementing the first steps of their plan. They had compiled a comprehensive list of names—business associates, silent partners, and hidden benefactors who had profited from the Callahan empire's darker dealings. Each name represented a potential threat, but also an opportunity to cleanse her father’s legacy.

"Chase me, Father!" Shouted the eight-years-old Princess Amayah of Lancayan. They are in the palace garden and are having fun playing. Her father, King Kendra chases after her while laughing. They were also accompanied by her older sister, Princess Aloha and their mother, Queen Aruha. They picture a happy family that anyone would envy.