Romans & histoires Little Dove Layla Frost

Her eyes are as deep a blue as I remember. "Hi. I'm Layla Ambrigino! Your father hired me to watch Lorie while you were away. It's nice to finally meet you!" Layla says as she extends her hand out to me shaking me from my day dream. Does she not remember who I am? I think to myself as a sadness fills my chest. I quickly reach out and take her hand in mine. Her skin is soft and cool to the touch and I find myself not wanting to let go. "I am Nicolae Draven. It's a pleasure to meet you Layla. I want to apologize for my father leaving so abruptly and leaving you two alone." I reply with a forced smile.

the voice said with a warm chuckle. Erika spun around to find a slender figure with an androgynous charm leaning against a nearby shelf. The stranger’s short, tousled hair framed a mischievous smile, and their sharp, dark eyes sparkled with curiosity. “I’m Sofia,” the stranger introduced themselves. “Pack omega. And you must be our new Luna.” Erika felt a flicker of relief at the friendly tone. “Yes, I am. Erika.” Sofia approached, hands clasped behind their back. “Of course, I know that already.” A chuckle escaped their lips. “Only a blind person could have missed the central figure in yesterday’s mating ceremony. You were spectacular!”

For god knows how long Layla kept standing at the same place, frozen, staring at the wall without saying a single word, the maids knew better and did not disturbed her thus when the room was locked no one came out and asked if she was alright. They could be loyal to the princess of Everdale yet they were more true to their real master the Duke of Everdale. Shivering hands poured some water in a cup but at the end it was a mess, she took huge gulps not realizing that the water was dribbling down the corners of her mouth. In her previous life too she was a machine of the Valentine duchy, an unfeeling animal like creature without emotions that once Duke Valentine wished to sleep with and told h

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

"Finally will." Cole folded his arms. "They underestimated us, they thought Oliver would rule forever." Ria's eyes gleamed in mischief. "And Lilith." She scoffed. "That pathetic wolfless girl actually thought she could steal everything from me." Cole laughed. "She isn't stealing anything anymore, she's sitting inside a dungeon, and after today, nobody will question us again." Ria nodded slowly. "I've waited years for this." "So have I." Cole replied. "We're exactly where we were always meant to be."

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

He asked with worry, Layla stepped back and fell, and fell, she continued to fall into a dark black hole. Layla jumped up in her bed after she woke up from the dream. Her heart was racing and sweat covered her forehead. She looked around, not sure what she was looking for, but the panic in her heart wasn’t settling. Layla raced a lightly trembling hand to her lips and small little sparks still danced on them. She threw the covers off her and rushed to the window of her room, she pulled it open and climbed out onto the first floors roof. The cold night air caused goosebumps to form on her arms and legs. She took in a few deep breaths and her racing heart slowly started to beat to its origina

I probed. "You really don't know?" Elena asked. myself in, the more confused I was. "She's here," Elena muttered, tugging at my gown, succeeding in getting my attention. I stood from the stairway I sat on, dusting my gown, trying to look presentable as Layla approached. She was now my Luna, and no matter how I felt, I was to serve her. "Maya dear," Layla said in a very disgusting tone, "you must have thought Caleb was going to name you as his," she said as she began to toy with her fingers and then burst into hysterical laughter.

"Your big brother’s sled is going to be tracking late on the snow trails today, sweetie. Your father was out running his skates across dangerous mountain borders the entire sun just to rescue your Aunt Tammy from the authority cells, and his vessel just cleared our gate. It was an incredibly long, exhausting day for his alpha system, so my hands left some warm meat rations on the table for him." "Oh," Layla murmurs, her little voice softening up after my mouth delivers the logical data block. Since there is a good reason for the setup, she completely drops the mad attitude her face was throwing at Ada a minute ago. "Mommy, look at my new shiny magic wand!" Layla grabs onto my bare hand, pull

Caelora has claimed the East as Cat Luna, her dominion respected and feared. Nyvrae only returns once a year, always with her mate. Thyra, however, has never come back since she left, and I worry for her, wondering how she fares. Dolly wanders the lands, frequenting her favorite haunts—the taverns loud with raucous, careless people. She sits in silence among the chaos, and somehow always ensures someone pays for their folly before she leaves.