Novel & Cerita Loey Lane Real Name

"Scarlett." ******

She had stolen someone else's identity, and her real name was not even Chloe Rinn. Her real name was Jasmine Lane. She had cheated during her art exam, and she was kicked out of the exam hall because she had used her real name. The Internet had been all abuzz with that story at the time, but no one had posted her photo back then. She was trending again, but not in a good way. This time, Chloe did not dare to respond anymore. She put her account on private and lay low. However, I knew she would not give up on this get-rich-quick method so easily.

David scoffed. “No! I’m not trash! I’m not trash! I’m not trash!” Lorraine muttered. “You are not only trash but also useless, unwanted trash! Hahaha!” David’s sardonic laughter rang in Lorraine’s ear. ‘I’m not trash. ‘Who am I then? ‘Who am I? ‘I remember. I’m Lorraine Lovewood.’ ‘I am Lorraine Lovewood who has been loved by thousands since I was a child. I am always the star no matter where I go.

“We open our doors, our lives, our very hearts to those in need. But generosity… can be exploited.” The crowd stirred. I felt it through the screen — the shifting weight of reporters, the subtle hunger for scandal. Evelyn gave it to them, slowly and deliberately. “It has come to my attention,” she continued, “that the young woman you know as Liana Vale has deceived us all. Her real name is Lani Grey.” The words hit me like a physical blow. I pressed a hand to my mouth, as if I could shove them back down my throat.

Bill squeezed in beside her and chimed in, “Lyon… Ronaldo Lyon. Andy, your real name is so ordinary!” He chuckled. “And your nickname’s even cornier! Right, Cadence?” However, Cadence did not respond and remained frozen in place. Her pupils suddenly contracted, and all the color drained from her face. “Ronaldo Lyon? Did Ronaldo Lyon really sign this?” She shoved Bill aside and stepped forward as she fixed her gaze on me. “Y-You’re Ronaldo Lyon?” Her voice trembled. The corner of my mouth curled to form a faint smile. “That’s me.”

Oh joy. When Coach Mitchel stops talking, Aiden, Kelson, and the third string QB leave while the rest of us stay in the room with Coach Morely. Morely talks about the practice films we'll be watching tomorrow morning and what he expects of us. "Jordan, you'll be sticking with Lane. He'll explain what you'll be doing during morning session. The two of you will join special teams each afternoon." I don't show my relief but I'm glad to be with someone who knows the ropes. From the information I found online, Lane is twenty-eight, he went pro directly out of college, and he's single. He has fair skin, blue eyes, and short brown hair. He's good looking, though no Aiden Patrickson in my opinion. T

I glared at the manager who put me in a horrible situation and she was trembling in fear. "Too late for that! You can't just fix the stuff you've done to us with a simple apology, Ms. Levine" the man sternly replied. "Honey, I'm telling my brother about this. Just in case you don't know who you offended. We're gonna introduce ourselves. I'm Sarah Lane Rowell, the only sister of Lance Lane, the CEO of Lane I Tech. This is my husband, Atty. Destan Rockwell!" That rang a huge cathedral bell!

Then came grainy footage angled high, looking down on a sleek runway. A figure showed up. Slim. He hunched his shoulders as if he were trying to hide. But I knew that walk. That posture. That tilt of the head. It was Eliot. He was wearing a cap and sunglasses. But it was him. No doubt in my mind. Then a name flashed on the passenger list. “Edward Lane. Fake. He was traveling under a fake name. My stomach dropped. I hit pause and stared at the screen as though willing it to tell me more.

And then. Haden let out a low murmur before pulling her in closer to him, "You," he said, "It's definitely you." She froze in his grasp, her eyes still wide, set firmly on Leo. "What's your name?" He asked but Lia didn't respond. "Lia Loren, age 17 from Triton," Leo said deeply, emotion practically undetectable in his tone but upon examining his face, I could see it deep and repressed. "The Alpha's sister..." Haden said, getting a proper look of her. "Nice to meet you, Lia. I'm Haden."

Jaxon was feeling better now, so Mrs Anderson could handle him alone. "I Know this bitch, this is Cynthia Monroe. She's a celebrity photographer and model. Bitch is a snub. Wanted to work with her once and she just didn't look my way. " Loo said as she stared at the photos in front of her. Sentinel had taken shots of Cynthia hugging Jaxon. Roxanne is in the picture too but Loo dismisses her. "And I think she's into women." She adds as she sips her drink. "She has never stated her sexuality. And look, it's that dancer again." Sentinel draws Loo attention to Roxanne in the picture.