Lex Hortensia Novels & Stories

Lena's POV. I hummed a sweet, melodious tune as I walked down from the market with a bag of groceries in my hand. I couldn't get his voice out of my mind. I was excited. Too excited. He promised to marry me, he promised to make me his Luna. And even as I silently flung open the door, I could hear his voice in my head. Literally. “Yes! oh god! Yes! Come on, fuck the shit out of me” a loud moan snapped me out of my head. I froze looking straight ahead at the couch.

She didn't know how to behave or what to do when they get there, She only saw these kind of things in the movies. Soon, they stopped in Front of a large compound which had tall walls painted yellow with brown traditional wooden markings and engraved artworks and statuses as designs to it's plain solidarity. She heaved as she read the engraftment on the railed gate " HRH- His Royal Highness" She honked the horn and immediately some huge man in a traditional jumper and red corals around his neck opened the solid black railed gate that had a sculpture of a human head on it. She drove in slowly into the large compound as brown dust followed closely behind.

We said goodbye and I headed to the address Nick had texted me. As I walked into the shop a friendly gentleman greeted me. “Miss Clarke, Mr. Thorn said to expect you.” “He did,” I sounded surprised. “I have the bottles ready for you.” We walked over to the counter, and he showed me the bottles. First was Chateau Montelena chardonnay and the second was a bottle of Macallan 18-year-old double cask whiskey. I nodded, not having a clue. I watched as he boxed the bottles up and placed a gift ribbon around each of them.

Hansen nodded and walked inside. Inside the luxurious living room of the Richards Manor, all natural mica stone tiles glowed softly under the gentle light of the ceiling lamp. Hansen's mother Marissa Sotomayor was sitting elegantly on the expensive leather sofa. She was wearing a light blue cheongsam and her hair was tied up in a high bun. Her delicate and refined facial features were still alluring, and her slender neck looked as beautiful as ever under the light of the ceiling lamp.

"Nonsense! A pup changes everything. You will take my guidance, Sierra." I didn't argue. I couldn't look at Cameron. I knew he never wanted this. I knew he viewed children as a weakness in his corporate empire. Suddenly, the door burst open. Veronica Hale and Lexi Hart hurried in. "Naomi! Lexi has brought rare herbs from the Nord City mountains—specialties that only the high-caste use for longevity!" Lexi trailed behind Veronica, her eyes narrowing when she saw me comfortably seated while she was forced to stand. Veronica’s voice turned sharp. "Stand up, Sierra! We can't have a guest of Lexi’s status standing while a... ward... takes the best chair."

That alone told me how powerful they were. Lena stepped up beside me, her breath fogging the glass. “That’s House Thorne’s crest,” she said, pointing to the first carriage’s door. “They hold dominion over two southern cities and half the coastal gates. Their heir was in Ashwood years ago.” “Do you see what she’s wearing?” Ingrid whispered, pressing her hand lightly to the window. “That’s obsidian silk. I’ve only seen it once—Professor Callister wore it during the Ascension Gala, and even then, it didn’t move like that. Look at how it catches the light.”

"Scarlett." ******

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.