Lightlark Series In Order Novels & Stories

I quickly put myself in order and walked to him. He turned around at the sound of my footsteps. He looked at me with disgust which was uncalled for. "You're late, aren't you?" He asked as he took in my disordered look. "I went out on a little errand, sir," I said as I looked at his feet. "Look at me when I speak to you!" He shouted. "Yes, Mr. Wade." I looked at him as tears welled up in my eyes. "Now listen to me. You're fired! Got that. Fired!"

Amelia, holding my mother's hand, smiled and said, "Mrs. Carden, let's go check out the carp by the lake. There's one that's really huge." Mom was spacing out when she said, "Yocelyn always loved taking care of fish. Most people can't keep their fish alive for long, but Yocelyn's fish? They thrived for ages. One even made it five whole years." Amelia's gaze was fixed straight ahead when suddenly, the corners of her mouth twitched into a creepy smile that flickered across her face. A shiver ran through me, a chilling dread shooting straight to the top of my head. Then it hit me.

There's been a lot of scandals surrounding me lately but all of them are not true so to slowly due them down, I have to go to London to continue my school here. In London, I'll be Logan Christian. I don't want to stand out in the crowd so I decided to just befriend a nerdy, lonely and weird girl named Amanda Estelle. I heard that she's actually the granddaughter of Elliot Estelle, one of the richest men in England but I don't really care. She's not as weird as I thought she would be, she's just building a wall with other people.

She was brimmed with happiness. Elysia forced a smile and that night, they ordered pizza and had a little PJ party. "Shall we have some beer to commemorate today?" Lauren suggested. "I am sorry, Lau. But can we do it some other day? I don't want to drink right now as I am exhausted." She politely refused with a lie. Even though she was exhausted but not tired enough to deny having a drink. It was all because she did not want to lose consciousness. Those nightmares still haunt her.

Quickly, the floor was filled with loud chatter and each and everyone of them must've been inquiring who the bitch in the pantsuit was. “Smile a little bit, sis,” Arlow whispered when he welcomed me with a hug. “You're intimidating our employees.” I raised an eyebrow at him. Our employees? I plastered a forced smile for everyone to see. “Everyone,” Arlow announced, heads turning at our direction, “meet MB Motors' newest creative director, my sister, Anne Melbourne.” Applause from everyone echoed throughout the floor that was a bit uneccessary. I flashed them an awkward smile while scanning their faces.

This check was going to be good, not that I needed it since my alpha was loaded. “Fuck, this is the busiest I have ever seen it here.” Tarryn groaned. “Seriously? The year I moved here was the busiest year. Great, that is exactly what I wanted to hear. I should have waited till next year to move here. ” I replied. “Sorry to interrupt, but I need the orders for tables 4 and 8.” Laveena huffed. “Sorry baby, here they are.” Tarryn told her.

More coffee," Lark called to the servant outside his study door. "Yes, sir," came the reply. Lark rubbed his tired eyes. Old open books covered his desk. He was preparing for The North Pack's delegation. “These records better cough something up,” he grumbled, talking to the air. The servant came back in, and handed him a mug. Lark gulped so deep that he burned his tongue, “Ouch,” he cried in pain. He placed his finger on the tongue but it didn't heal as fast as it's supposed to.

But her bright smile and sweet personality got rid of any negative thoughts that I had. Christine Gyamfi Stanzolio is the Light to my Shadow.

I rambled on. “You have the same auras but yours is brighter. Every ruler of the Underworld has to be an heir of the Light.” I understood nothing from what Mismaia told me. I know it’s probably a serious matter but I just can’t wrap my head around it. I was just cooking mini donuts and waffles like a second ago. I get minimum wage and she’s telling me I’m practically like royalty. “I wanna believe you. This is just not normal for me.” She held my hand. I swiped it away. “I’m sorry.”

I knocked. The room went completely quiet. Leo was waiting by the elevator, just like we’d agreed. If anyone tried to attack me, he’d call property security and the police right away. When the door opened, Mia paled when she saw me. “What are you doing here?” I pulled off my mask and spoke calmly. “Delivering drinks. And to set the record straight.” The businessman sitting inside looked at me, frowning. “You’re Jake Miller?” “Yes.” I laid my organized evidence on the coffee table. “This is the app order, my incident report, photos I took that day, the threatening texts, the hotel meeting log—and a recording of what you just said in there.”