Lenu Novels & Stories

Lena said a few minutes later, "Someday he'll even give me a hug." "Honey, he didn't go to our engagement party, what makes you think he'll touch you?" "I insisted with you and here we are, right? At least he didn't kick me out... This time.” “You don’t get along?” I asked intrigued feeling even more dizzy. "He says that thanks to Lena I'm gay,” Alessia explained hugging Lena by the shoulders, "He doesn't understand that I’ve always been and that I was just looking for a sperm donor to give me Maggie."

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

Third person’s POV “Today, we will be having a pop quiz before the actual class begins,” said the strange teacher the minute he stepped into the classroom. “Good morning, sir,” the class rep said “please don’t be offended, but may we know who you are?” “Does that matter?” the man asked. “Yes sir, it does,” replied Chelsea, the class rep. “Well, my name is Leonard Lamberts and I’m your new Physics teacher,” he said with the creepiest of smiles on his face.

“I think she didn’t die, she is back. I said and he took a swift turn to look at me before signalling with his hand asking who was back. “The rightful Luna of the Pack and betrothed to the Alpha Karl is back but the only thing is she has lost her memory and can’t remember anything, I even heard Alpha Karl call her Avery I guess it’s a name he gave to her to have an identity,” I said waiting for a reaction because we had somehow plotted and I had made sure to do the job of taking Naya Rose the supposed Luna out and so she wouldn’t ever come back but I was wrong I didn’t kill her.

It's a clear sign of being blessed by the Moon Goddess. "Right," Louise nods. "You're here to cheer on my cousin," she smiles as she looks around the city. The chilly breeze of dawn was harsh against her skin, but she did not mind. Not after she crossed gazes with those ash eyes she had been trying to forget. *** Charlene woke up earlier than usual today. It had been a month since it was decided that she and Adhler would represent the academy in the battle of wits against their competitors. It should not be something that makes Charlene nervous.

"Barely." ​"It’s 4:59, sir," I replied, stepping forward and placing the silver flash drive on the polished mahogany surface. "The edit is complete." ​Luke finally looked up. His eyes were sharp, scanning me with a clinical detachment that made me want to shrink. He reached for the drive, his fingers brushing against mine for a fleeting second. I felt a jolt—a phantom spark of the connection we once had—but his expression didn't change. He plugged the drive into his computer, the silence in the room stretching until it felt suffocating.

She walked away, stomping her feet. August had minimal people that she trusted and interacted with. Nevin walked to Athena, looking dapper in his black tux, “my fiancé,” he kissed Athena’s hands, and she smiled. “Hi, August,” he greeted the little girl, but the girl didn’t respond.

“Mom.” “Yes, dear?” “Can you tell me a little bit more about the Lothians? Why am I so important to have? Why they took Alexandria.” I asked. I could see the shock on her face when I asked. “Well. It is a bit difficult to explain. Ledges have it that the Luna, also known as you. Are the only ones that can wipe out their existence. This is why they are they killed your sister. Before she could transform.” She said placing her hands on her lap.

Putting aside her thoughts, Lena replied, "Because I was already awake." The instructor looked her over. "Introduce yourself." Lena stood at attention and saluted. "Sir, my name is Lena. I'm 21 years old this year." Seeing that she stopped there, the instructor walked to her and furrowed his brows. "What do your parents do? Which company's lady are you?"

--- LENA'S APARTMENT The small apartment felt suffocating in the late afternoon heat. Lena sat curled up on her worn leather couch in the cramped sitting room, her legs tucked beneath her as she mindlessly scrolled through her phone. The device's blue light illuminated her face in the dim room, highlighting the dark circles under her eyes and the tension lines that had become permanent fixtures around her mouth. She wore an oversized sweater that hung loosely on her thin frame, trying to hide the bandage wrapped around her left hand - a constant reminder of the "accident" that had brought unwanted attention to her life.