Litorica Stories Novels & Stories

“Eliza, all the information we could get is here.” Inside the car, Paulo handed me a thick stack of files. The data was pitifully sparse, but then, this was probably all Mark wanted me to see. Lillian White was nineteen years old, ten years younger than Mark. Her parents were both dead, and she had grown up in an orphanage in Palermo. Her social connections were simple and limited. “The Don treats her… differently,” Paulo murmured in my ear.

The sea breeze carried with it the scent of salt and the distant calls of seabirds, evoking a poignant nostalgia. Batac Bay, where they now resided, was also in the province of Pangasinan but a bit farther from Eldoria. Victoria chose to stay there after learning the truth from her mother, Loleng, who had long since passed away. The bay, with its tranquil waters and golden sands, had become their new haven, a place where she could rebuild her life with her son, Lucas.

Luciana Edith who lost her family's heirloom gem. Luciana Edith who lost her pack which burned to the ground and left nothing but bitter and horrible memories. Luciana Edith who was rejected by her mate, whom she had wanted to meet for so long, but who ended up hurting her so badly. Luciana Edith who was burned half of her face, then stabbed by a sword, and left just like that right on the edge of the cliff in a dying condition.

she rasped. Liora’s tears hit the dirt. “I know.” Ashen tried to smile. “Too late now.” Suddenly the ground around them opened not into cracks or fire, but into narratives, Half-told stories flooded out like rivers: A soldier who never returned from war, finally finding peace, A wolf spirit who had loved a human girl but never said the words.

He decided to tell her a story about a Lycan tradition, a long and beautiful folktale. As he began to speak, Liliana listened intently. The story was about the founding of their pack, and how their ancestors had defeated a group of rogue Lycans who were terrorizing the land. The story was filled with bravery, honor, and sacrifice, and Liliana found herself getting lost in the tale. Liam spoke with passion and conviction, bringing the story to life with vivid descriptions and colorful language. Liliana was mesmerized by his storytelling skills and forgot about her fears for a while.

Luckily, we weren't alone in that room with that jerk. "So, the real scammer in this whole story is you?" Heitor asked, seeming to only now recall the story I told about how Lizandra arrived in Rio de Janeiro. "This won't come cheap for you, Luciano." "If this story gets to the media, I also have some very interesting things to tell the press about you guys," Luciano threatened. "I'm not afraid of you, Luciano," Lily replied, undeterred. "I've already spoken, and I'll say it again."

I took to ny heels immediately running towards the direction of the abandoned building which was Rihanna's and my hideout, I knew I wasn't safe anywhere not even there but I needed to rest a while, I knew I wasn't safe; I was neither safe in the hideout nor safe in the town, after catching my breath I ran into the woods immediately. Jerry's POV Lucia and I met at the mall two years ago and I must confess it was love at first sight, not wanting to lose the new treasure I found I kept stalking her till I finally had the courage to ask her out, she laughed when I confessed my love to her asking me how it felt to get it off my chest, wondering what she meant I asked her what she was trying to sa

"I know that this seems unbelievable to you, but that is what you are. You will eventually come to believe it." "I had almost died by drowning one time Lorissa. A siren would not drown." "But you didn't die." "That is because my husband saved me." Luciana argued. "I am honestly open to possibilities, but I would need a lot more convincing to believe this. My parents were very much humans. How can I be a siren?" "Perhaps it is not something that you inherited then." Lorissa said, and Luciana's frown deepened. "Have you heard of the legend of the mother of sirens?"

Her hands still trembled as she set the lunch box on her lap. She told herself not to cry. Not here. Not where everyone could see. But inside, something in her already felt broken. Gino hesitated for a moment, glancing around to make sure no one was close enough to overhear. Then he sighed, lowering his voice. “Luciana… Lorenzo and Sophia—they came back together a month ago.” My chest tightened. “Together?”

feelings pass through Santiago's face, the truth is she didn't understand how someone could be so open with a person she had practically just met. — But everything got worse when she became pregnant, while I was filled with happiness, she became hysterical, she did not want children and lose her figure, she did not want to have to give up parties, trips, she said that she was not born to have children or raise them — Santiago sighed remembering those difficult moments in his personal life — I tried to make her see that I would be with her at all times, that we would be a family. To which she replied that she should stop living in fairy tales and wake up, that now a baby only came to cry, an