Lily Luna Potter House Novels & Stories

She took a deep breath, put on an apron, and started preparing mushroom soup. “Ms. Luna.” It was rare that the both of them could talk in private like this, so Lily heaved a deep sigh and began, “Actually, Mr. Quinn…” “Shh.” Luna frowned and stopped her from continuing. “You’re the new maid here at Blue Bay Villa, and if someone discovers the relationship between you and Malcolm, they’ll think that you’re spying for him,” muttered Luna under her breath as she prepared the ingredients skilfully. Lily froze at her response. Her face turned pale.

“No need to be be so sad, Ira! She will soon change and without changing too, she is perfect. She is the daughter of the most powerful family. She is destined to be our Luna” said Lily in a hard voice. “She will become our Luna sooner or later. We can wait our whole life for her to lead us” said Liam showing the massive support for their future Luna.

In Blumedale, at the Phelan estate. "Grandpa, I finally found information about the whereabouts of the Lloyd heir!" Luna had changed into casual home clothes, her long hair braided and hanging down her back. She looked like a stunning girl next door, with even the sharpness and aggression in her expression completely gone. She would dress this way only in front of the most senior elder of the Phelan family. Montgomery's eyes lit up in surprise. "Oh? You've heard news of the Lloyds' heir? Luna, quickly, tell me… Where is he now? How is he doing? Has he grown stronger?"

NYLA The Leclair house had never tried to intimidate anyone. It wasn’t a palace perched on a hill, nor was it one of those grotesque displays of wealth that screamed for validation. It sat quietly behind wrought-iron gates and trimmed hedges. Two floors of cream stone, tall windows framed by dark shutters, a wraparound balcony on the second level where my mother used to grow white roses. The fountain in the front garden still worked, though the water pressure was weaker than it used to be. I noticed that immediately.

m. Mrs. Harrison—Claire—was away for the long weekend at a luxury spa retreat with her girlfriends. “Girls’ trip,” she’d said with a wink, kissing Lily goodnight. Mr. Harrison—Nate—was supposed to be at a client dinner downtown, not home until midnight or later. So when Lily finally drifted off at 8:30, the house was all mine. Six bedrooms. Heated pool. Wine cellar. A master suite that looked like a five-star hotel.

Upstairs in the private second-floor lounge of the Vane estate, Luna sits elegantly on the velvet sofa. She is smiling, her eyes curved into warm crescents as she trails a manicured finger over the plump cheek of Mia's four-month-old daughter, Lily Weston. On the marble coffee table rests Luna's christening gift—a bespoke, solid-gold figurine that she had personally designed, its delicate contours perfectly capturing the infant's likeness. Luna had been fiercely determined to give her goddaughter something utterly irreplaceable, even if Elias Weston hadn't technically approved of the arrangement. Luna had pointed out that if Mia's disastrous ex-boyfriend was allowed to be a godfather, she ab

“So, when are we having a Luna wedding?“ asked Sara excitedly. “Wait, a what wedding?“ I gulped in horror as several things dawned on me. By marrying alpha Klaus, I will become Luna of the pack, and a wolf-less Luna at that. Am I fit to be a Luna for a massive pack like the Crescent Moon? What is even required of a Luna in the first place? I had no idea. My old pack never had one. And a Luna wedding? What the hell did that involve? I thought we were just going to stand in front of a priest and get married like two normal people. At least that’s what I wanted. Sara tilted her head and looked at me determinedly, already sensing and anticipating my unease at the idea of a massive wedding. “A Lu

There was a smattering of numerous buildings and houses of various sizes, but the centrepiece was the giant castle or a mansion, whatever you might call it. It was not old, but it was based on the Louis XIII-style château, though it was not medieval looking. It was modernized. Surrounded by acres of forest, meadows, and pastures. A long driveway led through verdant parkland to the grand main residence. There was a French formal garden, graced with a water mirror! "That's where you live?" I asked aghast. Lucian was now smiling widely. "Yes," he replied. "That building is an architectural marvel, how old is that?"

"Now, where is this dashing mate of yours, Cory?" "Upstairs" I follow Cory up to a small bedroom which only holds a double bed and a small wardrobe. There is a small armchair in the corner and a TV is showing a movie as we walk in. "Hey, Kitten. Someone wants to meet you" Cory says nervously before stepping aside. On the bed is a girl no older than me with hair that is almost a pure gold colour. It reaches halfway down her back and is naturally curled. Her green eyes flash with unease as they look at me and she's very pretty. Her skin is a natural tan colour- beautiful and unblemished. Looking at her though, I could swear I've seen her before. "Luna" she squeaks in fear and looks to Cory in

Just before deciding to head back to his home in Hillport, Bran walked a few more minutes and saw a handwritten note on the wall of a building that passed as a spa, it read: the girl with the moon tattoo. Really? This is what she meant? HAHA! He didn’t know when he burst out with laughter. Bran pulled himself together and walked in. “Hello, how can we help you today?” The receptionist asked. “Uh I’m looking for someone; golden brown hair, blue eyes. I think her name is Sierra. Do you know her?”