Litten Novelas e Histórias

The four of us turned to face him. “Our Luna is fine. She has no wounds that I can see. There are a few spots where there are some red marks which I have a feeling will turn into bruises.” Dr. Lewiston told us. “I watched her eyes roll back as she dropped like a lead balloon.” I pointed out.

I can’t manage to make it in the evening because I have an appointment at that time. I spot Lilith sitting at a corner table, sipping on her latte, and I approach her with a friendly smile. She looks up and meets my gaze with a flirtatious grin. She is one beautiful woman I have to say, and the smell of her cologne and her outfit just tell me she is financially loaded. She gives the aura my mom normally gives, of a self-accomplished rich woman. "Hi there! You must be Millie," she purrs, her voice soft and sultry. "I'm Lilian."

her eyes widened, she was looking behind me. I was instantly abandoned, “You're so prettyyy, hot damnnn,” she touched her hair, “Is this freaking real, it's so…silky, damn” Lilith looked a bit overwhelmed, unsure of her next step “uhhh….thank you” Lilith replied shyly. “Awwwnnn,” Brianne pouted turning to me, “she's so adorableeee” she gushed. I face palmed myself, “stop freaking Lilith out” I groaned

Luciano The scent was what drove me wild. The new intoxicating, earthy scent on my betrothed. Lilith had never had that scent on her, except recently, since after her accident. It was that girl. Quinn Parker. She owned that scent so seductively it was imprinted in my senses. Now, every time I step so close to Lilith, and inhale that scent, Quinn is the one I think about. ‘Obsess’ is honestly the right word.

Adrian pushed the door open and guided Lilith inside. The room was quiet compared to the ballroom, the music from the party could barely be heard through the thick walls. Lilith looked around, her vision still hazy. "Where are we?" "Somewhere quiet." Adrian replied, closing the door behind them. "I don't feel well." Lilith whispered, turning toward him. "I know." He walked toward her. Lilith instinctively stepped backward, something about his expression made her uncomfortable even though she couldn't see him properly.

Arielle smiled. Lumen. It means light. The girl nodded. But not because I want to be special. Arielle smiled. Then why? Because I like seeing things. She looked at the road. Even things I don't understand. Arielle knelt beside her. Lumen it is. The girl smiled. Thank you. Arielle shook her head. You chose it. Lumen hugged her. Arielle held her. Cassian watched them. Then he said, We should find somewhere to sleep before it gets dark.

My own role. Jonas was fully supportive, appreciating that I had my own unique perspective to bring, especially with the woman, Lily. I knew the challneges she was facing and I was all about trying to make them less scary. I never wanted her to feel alone in this new world she had entered, like there was no-one who understood. That said, I had of course introduced her to the online chat group for female wolves, and she was fast learning it was a place of sanity (sorta) and friendship. She would never lack a family who would always be there to listen, laugh and love. I hoped her path would be one she could embrace.

He merely studied me with a quietly intense gaze. “Aren’t you having any?” I asked. Salem smiled. “Lilitu do not consume mortal food. We derive sustenance through . . . other means.” His eyes glazed over me once more, and within them I saw that same growing hunger. I had seen this hunger before, in the eyes of men as they looked at my sister, but never at me. As frightening as it was, something about it made my breath cease and my palms grow damp with sudden sweat.

*LZ* I sit on the soft mossy floor of the sanctuary, Clementine nestled against me, her tiny body rising and falling rhythmically with each breath. The gentle glow of the flowers around us flickers softly, like tiny stars caught in a moment of stillness. I don’t know how long we’ve been here in this place that feels like a dream, but there’s a strange comfort in the uncertainty. Each day is a blend of wonder and worry, punctuated by the need to keep Clementine safe.

“J-J-J-Jack.” Darby nods gently, clearly worried about Anna, but I know after a minute, she’ll shrug it off. “Yes. Jack is a wolf too. Half of Candlewood are wolves. I must apologize, I don’t believe we’ve met. Who are you?” “Oh. I’m Lingling—you can call me Lili—and this is Anna. We’re with Jack.” Darby chuckles. “Of course you are.” **