Lina Khan Amazon Novels & Stories

"I had some morning business to attend to, so I didn't promise to come along. Are you going to see Nala?" Lina was about to agree but got a call from the nanny, reporting that Persephone was crying and wanted her mother. Lina sighed and shrugged. "Looks like I can't go. But I came to check on Nala. It's okay as long as she's in a better mood." "Sure. Take care of Persephone!" Lina said goodbye without suspicion. Sasha watched her leave with a smirk, then turned to the mirror. Her reflection was identical to Lena in every way—figure, height, even her voice.

The moment she answered the video call, Lina’s face filled the screen. Her younger sister looked happier than Ava had seen her in a very long time. “Lina.” “Ava!” Lina practically shouted her name. Ava laughed. “Why are you so excited?” “Wait. Let me show you something.” Before Ava could reply, Lina turned the camera around. Ava blinked. The bed behind Lina was covered with shopping bags. “Lina…” “I know!” Lina screamed excitedly. “Look at this dress.” She picked up a beautiful dress and showed it to the camera. Then she grabbed another one.

And perhaps that is what makes each & every human being a spectacular vision. And I have to tell you, Shayla, I have fallen in love with one such spectacular person. Her name is Alana - Alana Khan. You already know about her, she is the girl I was talking about on the phone. But I always feel more comfortable while writing to you - and you know that.

He’d booked the late-night mobile massage on a whim, the agency promising discretion and “full-body relief.” The doorbell chimed at 11:03 p.m. He opened it himself. Lina stood in the hallway , early twenties, tiny, barely five-foot-two, with a petite frame that made her look even smaller next to his six-foot-three bulk. She was Korean-American, porcelain-pale skin glowing under the hallway lights, long black hair pulled into a sleek ponytail. Her agency uniform , white polo and black yoga pants , hugged her delicate curves. She carried a small rolling bag and looked up at him with calm, professional dark eyes.

“We are not dating. Why are you acting this way? You already have a man" She stood up, looking annoyed. “Why are you raising your voice at me? Are you barking at me because of that bitch and her bastard daughter?” “I need to leave, please. I won’t stay here and watch her insult me,” I cut in, trying to twist my wrist from his grasp. But he held me tighter and ignored my plea to be freed. “You need to leave. Right now,” he said to Lina. “I’m not going anywhere without my money!” she shot back. “What, do you think you can keep getting free medical services from me? Give me all the money—every single one of them, you fat cow!!”

But showing we can we can be trusted by bowing our heads slightly. “Lina comes from a bloodline of blessed white wolves. And she is the last one in her bloodline. Lina also has in more than one time communicated with the moon-goddess, who has let her know that she will be the last ever pure white wolf. With that, her powers will be stronger. But Lina doesn’t want to know her powers. She doesn’t want people to see her as a tool or a treat. So in other words, she doesn’t know how to use them. But my guess will be they most likely will try to use her blood to give the son a wolf.”

She tried to call her relatives ,but failed because ten lakh is huge amount and nobody is rich to organise that much money in short time . She is praying for her mother when she hear foot steps and look at the person ,he is Arham Khan .He is standing here with full attitude with smirk on his face.He smile evily and said :" Hi ,Sarah .You are looking so sad ,what happened .O you want money .Do not worry ,you know I am rich man and ten lakh is nothing in front of me .I can give you ten lakh easily but I have two conditions ". Sarah look at him ,she do not have any option so ,she agreed with him and said :" please save my ammi .I will do anything you want " .

I closed my eyes for a brief second. Please don't. Before I could stop her, Lina hurried over and thrust out her hand. "Hi! I'm Lina—Elara's friend, personal therapist, fashion critic, unpaid life coach, and occasional bodyguard." Adrian accepted the handshake with an amused smile. "It's nice to meet you." "Oh, trust me, the pleasure is mine." Lina shamelessly looked him up and down before turning to me. "Seriously, Elara? You never told me your husband was this handsome."

She crossed the marble like she already owned it, knelt before the council with her spine straight and her chin dipped just enough to look humble, and pressed one hand flat over her stomach. “My Alpha,” she said, “I carry your heir.” The hall erupted. Elders surged to their feet, staffs cracking against stone. A noblewoman near the front pressed both hands to her mouth, delighted. Somewhere behind me a servant girl went white and looked at her feet. A warrior I recognized … one who’d guarded my chambers for two years … wouldn’t meet my eyes at all. Under the table, Lucien’s hand went rigid in mine. Then it was gone.

she stood up and walked to leave, just stopping by the door, she turned and looked at Samaira “Too much pride makes one blind Miss Khanna, I just hope you don’t fall into a trap that you can’t see with your eyes,” Samaira froze as she looked at the smug look on Lina’s face, as if she was hinting at something “Good luck with this movie b*tch, I’ll be around to make your life miserable,” she finally left, leaving a nervous Samaira wondering about her words or b*tch,” she retorted with a small smile, “besides, Miss Lina, you have so many other projects where you are the lead, you have just formed a company with Raul, why would this project matter that much?,”