Lightlark Romance Edition Novels & Stories

The image of a grinning young executive with a white, toothy grin is standing still as first a blonde appears on his right, and a tan brunette on his left. Out of curiosity, I click his face and it takes me to the Rental Luna Corporation--” a service where alpha males can rent Luna-level companionship on a daily or hourly basis,” I read, grimacing. On the very top of the page is the tagline, “Rental Luna--like a real Luna, only cheaper!” It seems that even male wolves can be pigs. “That’s sick,” I murmur under my breath. “Women aren’t disposable. I can’t believe this is real.”

Alaric showed me the harsh truth: my low-born status is not worthy of him, no matter how many times his lips caught mine in the dark, in secret. “You’re Alaric’s Beta, aren’t you?” A light female voice shakes me from my thoughts. “Thank you for preparing the perfect proposal!” I look up to see Lilia, the red headed she-wolf newly engaged to Alaric. Her eyes are filled with an uncomfortable intensity. “You’re…”

Her cold gaze flickered over him for a brief second, before returning to the documents which she held She placed it on the table and slid it towards him, "I'm here to make you a proposal, Mr Romero." Her voice was curt and had a proffessional edge, and Damien realized it would be a long time before they get into the pleasantries stage. He picked up the document, and went through it in a few minutes. He arched an eyebrow at her, as he took in the contents of the documents. Lana leaned forward on her elbows, a slight smile on her face as she said, "Fifty percent of MAGIC'S shares in return for my help."

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Blaze has ghosted me since. I decide to put my pity party on hold to shower. I can still feel and smell Basil on me. I really need to apologize to the Omega again for doing him dirty. I really need to tell Lark about what went down and ask her for some advice, but I don’t dare text until later in the morning. She maybe River’s little sister, but she might as well be from a different branch of the family tree altogether. She’s blonde, small, not a morning person, and doesn’t take shit from no one. She’s rejecting typical pack hierarchy, she claims, and refuses to settle for a mate at twenty despite pressures to do just that after she has not found her true mate yet. She’s a hopeless romantic,

She sputtered a little, but did not gasp. “I want you alert for this next part.” He handed the bucket back to the sub. “Mistress Lameka, if you don't mind.” Yvonne began to tremble as she heard the woman laugh lightly and step forward. She'd seen Mistress Lameka in action a few times. The subs called her Mozart, because her fingers had the ability to transport people to other realms of pleasure. She was one of the many doms and subs that had attended this Bacchanalian country getaway organized by a friend of Patrick. “Easy love,” Patrick said, stroking her damp hair. “You know your safe word. Say it and all this is over.”

“This isn’t about headlines for me. It never was.” She nodded once. Unsure. But she didn’t let go. --- Camille’s Apartment – That Evening Camille slammed her laptop shut as the conference ended. “They’re playing the love story card?” she snapped. Declan, lounging on her couch with a whiskey glass, didn’t flinch. “Let them. The public eats that up—until it bites back.” “You better have something better than edited video, Declan.” He smirked and slid an envelope across the table. Camille opened it—pages of internal documents, board meeting notes, and confidential memos.

He sat quietly in a chair while the little pup went out again. "You're here son... On the 16th Lavander's daughter will be getting married here..." said the old wolf. Light looked at me again, "That's what I came here for. Doctor Hamilton and I talked last night to tell you," Light said calmly. The old wolf looked at Light and me. Before she pointed at Light. "He's your mate?" the old woman exclaimed in disbelief. "Y-Yes Madame," I answered sparingly. She looked at Light for seconds as if their eyes were talking the she sat up suddenly.

Jen sarcastically said. "The lid is the problem but not my fault, okay?" Loki muttered. Jen just steal her cup and close it with a lid quickly. "you are a weakling girl" Jen teased while giving back her shake drink. A woman started to smile and said "It’s looked like you both loved each other" . "Of course I loved him, though he keeps roasting me a lot. I accepted the way he is and I loved him" Loki confidently said. Jen began to pinched twice on her waist, while he was showing his embarrassing face. Jen hid his smiled with left hand.

Dennis said to the surprise of Jasmine who let out an eyebrow. "Did she say a word to you? And what do you mean by something is wrong? Is it within the company or just her private life?" She asked, looking very confused. Dennis got closer to her desk and shook his head, "She didn't say a word to me but I just feel it due to an email the company received from a certain company named the LAX. Their message seems to be discomforting her in a way and I can feel it although she still had that tough look on her face" he poured out to Jasmine who smiled.