Novel & Cerita Lena Zhang

"What's so special about you that has everyone talking and putting such a high price on you?" "I thought I told you to mind your own business," a woman comes from behind him. My eyes are still fuzzy making it hard for me to see too far. Kane moves out of the way to reveal a lady in her late twenties. She has long mousy brown hair and is tall and thin.

Black. The big LED TV showed the details of the girls. The first picture is of her face and her body after her name and details. The look wise. She was beautiful and had brown hair and brown eyes. The features of her showing she must be in her teenage. Name: Liana Cruz Country: Singapore Age: 19 years Status: Virgin.

"The contents of this invite proves my very right to enter the Lycan's kingdom where the contract renewal is bound to be held." "The contract renewal will go as planned even without the Queen Luna's presence." Quinn narrowed his eyes as though warning me to back off. "That's just another way of discriminating me from all this, my lord." I know he'll bite back from this. "Leaxandra, darling, you are Lumina's Luna. No form of discrimination shall be thrown your way." He came closer to cup my chin up and force me to look him straight in the eye. "But your inclusion from this trip is a risk I cannot take."

Zinnia strode in, flanked by two men in sharp black suits. “Someone mention my name?” she asked sweetly, her dark eyes scanning the room. “Fuck me,” Rex muttered under his breath, eyes fixed on the poised figure in front of us. She smiled like a viper in silk. “My name is Zinnia Chun. Soon-to-be Director Chun. I do hope we’ll get along.”

I notice Will visibly tense as I hold Brian's brown shirt between my fingers. I don't understand his behaviour, but instead of calling it out, I might as well have some fun. I give Brian a smile, making sure to put on a show as I reach down to pull my sweater off slowly. I don't break eye contact as I then pull my white shirt off, exposing my black bra. Brian's grinning at me, watching my every move.

Lena Hart hadn’t been in the spotlight for more than two hours, and already she could feel the walls closing in. The moment Zane Caldwell had slipped that gleaming ring onto her finger, she’d felt the weight of a thousand eyes crash down like a tidal wave. Camera flashes. Whispers. The glint of disbelief in people’s eyes as they watched her—not some socialite or heiress—but an ordinary art school graduate from Queens, suddenly standing beside New York’s most untouchable billionaire.

But she couldn’t bear to keep looking either. Ziva was a strong woman—sharp, powerful, and fiercely loyal to Valerian. She had served by his side through countless battles. She’d lost her mate years ago to illness, and since then, she’d been single. Nivera had heard from Martha… rumors whispered through clenched jaws in the kitchens. Ziva was planning something—something bold. She wanted to seduce Valerian. Wanted a place beside him not as a soldier, but as a woman. Nivera had scoffed at the idea before.

My name is layla. I was born in 920 b.c. I was left by an apple tree in the middle of a grass field, with wild flowers. My adoptive father, Damien found me, and took me home to his wife, Isabell. They had two kids together; Phebe (age 10) and Isaiah (age 5). Isabell had Phebe at the age of 13, and Damien was only 17 years-old at the time. It was normal in 920 b.c to marry, and have kids young. My parents were only married a few months before having Phebe.

"Maya Brown, what is wrong with you?" Lily shouted at the frail girl who was lifting heavy metals on the floor. "I'm almost done, you don't need to worry!" Maya said in an indifferent tone. "What are you almost done? Don't you know that today we are hosting a total of five packs in our territory?" Lily asked angrily. "So why don't you leave so that I can finish my work." Maya was not fazed by the woman's shouting. Instead, she found her more and more annoying.

She walked out over to the gate and waited. A car stopped in front of the complex and turned off. Out stepped a beautiful woman who held her nose up high. She saw Zhi Rou standing at the gate and narrowed her eyes on her. Forcing a smile, the woman walked over. "Hello, you must be Ms. Liu. I'm Fang Liya from Fang’s Designs. I have an appointment with Mr. Zhao Yuan Rui."