Lenu Novels & Stories

I mind linked Kenny, “Never mind. Lena levitated them to the front gate.” Kenny laughed, “That’s awesome. I need to start watching the monitors. Maybe she will get to do it again.” I laughed, “You should watch. Let us know if you see more movement.” Lena tapped my arm and pointed to a camera view from the forest behind the pack house. I smiled, “Do your thing, sweetheart.” I linked Kenny, “Are you watching?” Kenny laughed, “Whoa! Tell her she has really gotten that down to a science.”

They were absolutely beautiful, Capri could not help but call him with tears rolling down her cheeks to say thank you. Belle told her grandmother that Leo and Capri talked everyday and that they were so in love. Poor thing did not know the half of it. She just couldn’t help that Capri was back and her family in her eyes would finally be completed. They had their own plan of Capri having a baby and how Belle would be the perfect big sister. They even had a baby girls name picked out “Penelope Reign,” and her being spoiled just the way Belle was. If it was boy, Leo and capri were on their own.

Her green eyes roamed over Lydia as she exclaimed, “Oh my God!” Lydia stifled a laugh; she knew her mom would soon comment on her beauty and how she would sweep every male off their feet that evening. It was clear that Lydia resembled her mother, both standing tall and slender, with curves that could captivate anyone. Lydia had inherited Luna Alice's striking green eyes, long tan limbs, pointed nose, and beautifully shaped lips.

As they turned a corner, Lena spotted a gleaming display of heels and strode over for a closer look. She picked up a pair of white satin heels adorned with delicate crystals. Kristen raised an eyebrow as she glanced at them too. “These might be the ones,” Lena said, holding them up to the light before pausing and eyeing Kristen from head to toe. "Actually, it looks like we have the same shoe size," she added thoughtfully, thrusting the heels into Kristen’s hands. "Why don’t you try them on? I don’t feel like slipping them onto my feet right now."

My hands curled in the robe. “Is she… always like this?” “Like what, Miss Thea?” Waters asked softly. “Kind.” The word felt fragile, as if speaking it too loudly might break it. Both women exchanged a glance - not surprised, but thoughtful. Clearway spoke first. “The Luna is… precise. Controlled. She doesn’t show affection often.” Waters nodded. “But when she chooses to be gentle, it is real. And rare.” Clearway added, even quieter, “And it is never wasted on the wrong person.”

Victor said, not bothering to disguise the need to do with the discipline to not interfere. Lena slid her arms into the coat like she was stepping back into the body she’d practiced. Elise tugged the collar gentle, checked the mic once more, and placed a wrapped candy in Lena’s palm. “Peppermint,” she said. “For your mouth when fear dries it out.” “Thank you,” Lena whispered. It sounded like a small hymn.

Lena's POV. “Hello, ma'am,” the doctor waved his left hand, and felt my pulse with his right hand. “How many fingers am I holding up?” “Can I get a name? Can you speak?” He continued, not even giving me a chance to think or respond. He suddenly stopped and pointed a little fluorescent light in my eyes. I squinted and groaned inaudibly from lying stiff for far too long. “Four, My name is Lena, and I think I can… talk,” I replied in a second, gulping as the man behind him moved closer and fixed his gaze on me.

The night was cold and damp. The old port of Frankfurt was left, only the far noise of cars on the near bridge broke through silence. Warehouse 17 projected like a dark giant of brick and rusty metal into the sky. Lena rose from the black SUV Alexander had provided to her. You wore a dark coat over a tight black dress – professional, but female enough to make Raven not suspicious. Under the dress she was wired: a tiny transmitter between her breasts, a camera in the brooch

0f course, he did. I give Julien a weakened smile and we exchange a few sentences of small talk before I thank him for driving ways here. Waving goodbye from the window as he slips into his car again, I pretend not to rush to the unknown contents that hide inside the white-encased box. There are cursive letters in black, engraved into the cardboard material, reading Matériau Féminin. Gnawing on the skin of my lip, all I do is shake mny head at a parallel memory that comes into mind when we spent time together in this very store, replacing the various lingerie of mine that he has ripped.

Maybe she was right. That evening, Lena came home carrying a small paper bag. “What is that?” She held it up. “Dinner.” “You bought food?” “Yes.” “Why?” “Because I wanted to.” I smiled. She walked toward me. “I have something for you.” She pulled a small box from the bag. I opened it. Inside was a simple black keychain. Nothing expensive. Nothing elaborate. Just two small metal pieces connected together. One had an L. The other had a K.