Leigh Occhi Novels & Stories

"No buts. He's my mate and that's fate. End of story." "So- you're the Luna of Blood Moon Pack?!" At the moment, the world stood still. I'm.. the Luna? I had forgotten. I had forgotten I was supposed to be the Luna. A Luna. I threw a shattered glass at him and it scratched his face. "Hey! Anna! What the hell. This face costs a fortune you know!" "Like anyone is gonna see it." "Tsk tsk." He got up and looked through the windows. "Beautiful view you have. "

He can't do this alone now; he feels so lonely and scared. “There it is...” The beta said it quietly. Adom took a few deep breaths before he slowly opened his eyes. He turned his head and watched the screen. What was there to see? He didn’t see much, as it was all black and white. “The little white bean there? That’s your baby,” she said, and Adom squinted his eyes to look for it. Once he saw it, his heartbeat quickened. It wasn’t much, but he felt weirdly drawn to it. It moved around, and he forgot the world around him. His baby... a smile pulled on his face as he kept his eyes on the screen.

My hair falls across my eyes which means I need a haircut. I nearly shout like a small pup when a rat pokes its head out from a crack between the wall and the floor. This is where Silvia has had to live? Fulvio and a woman stand in Silvia's room. Fulvio is not in god shape. His nose is bleeding and looks broken. His eyes are swollen, the skin around them looking yellow and purple. He has long, deep scratches down his arms and his shirt is bloody. He has his arm around the woman whose face is scrunched up with barely held back tears. Fulvio is speaking quietly to her. Lovingly.

He held a vicious glint and blood lust while hers, terror. Green against the grey. And just like that his eyes held hers and stared into her green eyes. He goes blank as he looked at the teen in his arm. Her teary eyes looked into his as if she had accepted her fate. His grey eyes widened slightly, clearly mesmerized by the beauty of her green orbs. His eyes make a quick assessment of her face. Tiny freckles scattered all over her nose and by its sides. Those small brown dots on her face looked clear as fresh tears kept constantly rolling down her face. Her cheeks flushed and red. She had a small pointy nose.

So he swallowed it alone. His affection was nothing like Lucas’s dramatic vows. It was quiet. Mature. Thoughtful. And entirely for her. Their eyes met. She searched his gaze for confirmation. Lorenzo’s eyes were dark, like the sea before a storm. Calm on the surface. Dangerous beneath. His thumb pressed lightly against her lips. A faint, knowing smile curved at the corner of his mouth. “Did your eyesight finally improve?” he asked lazily. She had only been testing him.

𝑰 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝑰 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒏’𝒕 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒄𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒚. 𝑱𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔. 𝑻𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒆 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒎 𝒕� � 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒏 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒈𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒊𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝑰 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒉𝒖𝒓𝒕𝒔.

Axel said in a rather aggressive tone. I was instantly annoyed but something in me told me to listen. Not sure what made me do it but I looked back. Just in time to see a pair of eyes, yellow eyes looking directly at me before disappearing. They were only there for a few seconds but I know they were there. The only thing that kept me going was Jessica’s hand, pulling me with her.

Finding a spot to sit and staring out onto the waters. Deep breaths. The humid wind blowing through her hair. Breathing in the smell of fresh water. Only a dim light shone behind her. Her eyes closed. Tears started to fill Mia’s eyes. Missing her parents and she had no idea where they were or if she will ever see them again.

"Pheromones don't lie, want to sleep with me again, Azalea?" My heart raced as the man closed the distance between our faces, leaving me only able to see his hazelnut eyes, sharp yet beautiful, while his lips were less than a centimeter away from mine. Closer and closer. I closed my eyes nervously, as if his gaze was dangerous. Then... Nothing happened... "You can open your eyes now," said Ikaros, followed by a mocking laugh.

He is holding a single, white orchid - a delicate, fragile thing that seems impossibly pure in his large, powerful hands. His black hair is swept back and shining under the weak light. But it is his steel-grey eyes that hold me captive, the gaze that usually holds the cool calculation of a Lycan prince is soft tonight, filled with a warmth that makes my breath catch. He doesn’t look at my dress or my perfectly made-up face. His gaze goes straight to my eyes, and a slow, almost reverent smile spreads across his lips. "Lyric," he says, his voice deep and low, the forbidden name a secret only we share, a caress in the silence. "You look… magnificent."