Lex Hortensia Novels & Stories

Dimitri wanted to control them and now Alpha Benson wanted to create more. I was growing frustrated by the second and almost didn’t see the metal bar that was hanging from the cot. Rushing over, I knelt to see if it were something I could use to get out of here. On closer examination, I saw that it wasn’t much, but maybe I could break away some of the foundation around the window.

Hope The following morning, I peer out the chamber window. The pack warriors are training outside. It’s good to see they are all healed. Alpha Maximus isn’t here. He must have up gotten up early. I bathe and dress before leaving the chambers. There are so many beautiful dresses in the wardrobe. I choose a white flowy dress with daisy flowers sewn under the bust and around the edges of the long sleeves. I walk through the castle, trying to find Alpha Maximus. I walk down the second set of stairs and end up near the dungeon. There’s a room nearby emitting white smoke. Curious as to what’s causing it and enter the room. There are many glass bottles, beakers and test tubes with colourful boiling

“He hung me up, I think. My throat’s been weird this whole morning. I thought I was coming down with something, but it felt kind of suffocating? So I think the doll probably got hung from something.” “Like those sunny dolls? What kind of kink is that?” I frowned and softly touched the doll’s neck. There was a sewing crease there, so it made sense for wrinkles to appear around that area. I could imagine the doll being tied up and hanging like a sunny doll. The more I looked, the more the sight of the crease began to irritate me. It almost looked like someone had wrapped a rope around its neck. I wanted nothing more than to smooth it out.

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?

“What job am I going to do today?” “Hm,” he looked at the tablet he was holding, scrolling through a few pages before looking at her. “Your schedule is packed Ms. Calixto.” “Am I really starting now? I don’t even know what she does! Like… her mannerisms or something. Don’t people know that about her?” Rojean panicked, looking around the room if there was something she could base Gizelle off from. “Sei liked her black clothes. Do you fancy wearing black clothes? Are you okay wearing black clothes?” Krister asked, looking at his tablet still before walking to the back room.

"Nothing from the Founder is 'just' anything." The chamber hissed open. Inside the cylinder... Lay three objects. A folded sheet of cream-colored paper. An antique bronze key. And... A fresh white lily. Helena froze the moment she saw the flower. "No..." Elara looked at her. "What is it?" Helena's face had lost all color. "Isabella." "What about my mother?" "The white lily..." Helena whispered. "...was her favorite flower." Elara carefully unfolded the letter. Unlike previous messages...

"I'm looking forward to seeing you tomorrow, Scarlett." His shadow left the room as silently as the still night, his existence remaining unnoticed. It would have been so if it weren't for the fact that Leaxandra remains conscious all this time. With the unknown shadow already out of the place, the Luna's eyes snapped open while her heart couldn't have pounded more vigorously as though surviving from death itself. ******

When he got to Vespera, she was asked which cartoon character she really loved and she replied: "The Goddess from the Sinbad cartoon." Ezekiel’s eyes twitched. His fists tightened and his hand holding the phone shook. The voices from the device only sank into the background of his mind as he stared at the smiley Vespera with less subconscious. Lorna's favourite character was also the Goddess Eris from Sinbad, Legend of the Seven Seas.

And blooming there, in absolutely flawless, brilliant clusters of white, lavender, and deep magenta, were hundreds of rare orchids. "Adrian..." Lydia whispered, her fingers instantly flying to her lips, her dark eyes pooling with a sudden, beautiful shine of tears. She recognized the specific variations instantly. These were the exact, highly delicate breeds from her late mother, Nurhayati Yasin’s, historical collection—flowers she thought had been lost to the administrative neglect of old family estates years ago.

It’s all just noise to me. “I know I did,” the younger woman grins, throwing her hair over her shoulder. Her golden locks glintin the soft light of the sparkling chandelier over our heads. “I’ll need a new wardrobe. And when I become the Luna I’ll need to bring Henriette with me to redecorate this Goddess forsaken fortress. I’ve heard the rose garden is lovel in the summer, but I much prefer dahlias. The whole thing will need to be ripped out by the roots and replaced.”