Lie-la นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"No Ginger, I just didn't think it meant anything at the time. We were all just worried about Jess remember? And the guys were being so hush-hush about everything" "When aren't they being that way? So we're all agreed that something's up and all our guys are involved. What was the name Illyana?" Melissa had trouble written all over her face, the kind of fun type that would keep you in the best kind of mischief. "Stanton, Stockton, one of those I think." The girls from Georgia went on high alert and you could feel the tension in the room go up a few degrees. "What? Who is he?" The rest of us looked towards them as they became restless.

As she reached the porch, Lune stood up, unsure of how to respond. “Lune,” Valeria greeted her, her voice smooth yet laced with an underlying tension. “I hope you don’t mind me stopping by unannounced.” Lune crossed her arms, taking a defensive stance. “What do you want, Valeria?” Valeria raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corners of her mouth. “I just wanted to talk. You know, girl to girl.” Lune's guard went up even higher. “I’m not interested in any conversation with you. You’ve caused enough trouble between me and Arlo.”

A low growl was heard from Isabel’s direction, and her mom immediately hugged her too, to pacify the alpha. “Good morning, mom.” Isabel greeted her mom when the hug ended. Her mom waved dismissively, returning her attention towards him. “It’s a great honor to meet you in person, Luna. I’m Dylan at your service.” He politely introduced himself without being told, bowing his head to show his respect. “Well. As you already know, I’m no longer the Luna, so quit with the formalities, okay?” She replied with a smile. “Not bad, Isabel. Not bad.” Paulina teased her daughter through mind-link, earning an eye roll from the latter.

Kisha's mother was a maid brought by Nyla--Fely's mother, when she and Dalton--Lea's father got married. The woman named Lien is very loyal to Nyla and thus Kisha also likes Fely very much and always follows her everywhere. On the other hand, Kisha disliked Lea and was always jealous of her. She has a bad character, talking about people's mistakes and ugliness, which makes Lea often rebuke and scold her.

“ I’ve never seen her before!” “ bro she’s hot af!” “Ima try to slide in her DM!” “ wait a min, that’s that baby from the gas station, she bad in real life!” Capri could not help but blush at the compliments even though she would never acknowledge the way they spoke in slang. Never the least it was nice to hear that she still had it. Buster….. “Uh where you from, can I have your number?” Capri… “My names Jade and I’m not from here. My moms always told me don’t talk to strangers and besides your the wrong gender!”

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.

(I can literally imagine her in my bed, moaning my name 'Liams'. "What did you say?" Shayla squinted, belching softly. And there it was, her limit. "I said you're gorgeous, and your voice is cute," Williams lied smoothly, pouring again. "Ohh, thank you," she smiled cluelessly. "Elle ressemble à ton ex, c'est pour ça ?" I asked casually. (She looks like your ex, is that why?) "Sortez de mon bar," Williams snapped. (Get the hell out of my bar.)

Mia groaned into the pillow. Lavielle smirked, a low chuff slipping past her teeth, affectionate and mocking all at once. “But look at you now. Mascara smudged, legs still twitching. You sound like you're learning how to breathe again.” “Shut… up,” Mia muttered, voice hoarse. Lavielle exhaled, the cigarette glow flaring as she took another drag, gaze burning into her again. “We’re not done.” That made Mia shift, half a protest in her body, but nothing audible came out because every inhale dragged Lavielle’s spice-heavy pheromones deeper into her lungs, and her ribs forgot what full air felt like.