Novel & Cerita Lois Vore

He held Liora tightly, burying his face in her shoulder. “Only you… only you are real in this world, Liora. Never leave me, no matter what happens when we reach London.” Once Mavric began to calm down, Liora returned to her laptop. Her professional skill as a data strategist was being truly tested here. She used military‑grade forensic software to dissect the short video sent by her mother. “Sebastian, come here,” Liora called. Sebastian Vane approached, his expression more alert than usual.

Lois faked a yawn, blinking her eyes mechanically as Lorren served her her share of Lorren's-glare. "Because I like to see your eyes shoot lasers like they are doing right now." He was prepared for the object that came for his head. A note pad. "That's because you get on my nerves. A lot, Owen." "My bet is on them getting each other laid in two weeks." "Puleez...not this one. The newbee isn't another of his toys." Lois had a disapproving frown. "Oh really. With all the tension in their electric currents, there's no way their live wires are not gonna spark sooner than later" He chuckled as Lorren made a face.

THIRD PERSON POV The showroom of Maison de Soie located in Victoria Island was a sanctuary of silent, obscene wealth. It smelled of expensive French lavender, Lemon zest, and the crisp, starchy scent of imported tulle and other fabrics. Thick, cream-colored fluffy rug swallowed the sound of footsteps, and the floor-to-ceiling mirrors reflected rows of mannequin torsos draped in ivory silk, white Chantilly, hand-beaded lace, and crystals that caught the morning sun. It was a place meant for blissful, exotic and expensive brides. For Ada, it was an exciting moment. For Josh, it was a waiting room.

"I got delayed." I could tell you a lot of things about this person from a single glance. Her name was Uno. She was twenty one years old. With naturally pink lips, straight nose, and piercing blue eyes, she was the kind of person who would get a second, third, hundred stares as she passed. Her lean and tall form was impossible to miss. At the moment, her ash colored hair framed her pale face as she gazed at the spot where mom was buried.

Vittoria's POV I stood in front of my mirror, smoothing the sleek fabric of my dress.The dark red dress hugged my curves, accentuating my figure in an elegant way. The thin straps of the dress rested delicately on my shoulders with my collarbone and the curve of my neck exposed. A single gold pendant rested on my neck just above the dip of my dress. The matching earrings were subtle but elegant and I wore soft makeup. I styled my hair in loose waves that cascaded down my back and framed my face.

"Your data is a fabrication, Voss." Adrian slowly, elegantly reached down and poured two fingers of amber whiskey into a crystal glass, his hand perfectly steady. "Is it truly a fabrication, boy?" He slid a secondary, age-darkened photograph across the table. It was Victor. Younger, sharper. He was actively shaking hands with a circle of six immensely powerful global tycoons. Standing directly at his right flank... was Adrian Voss. Outside the gate... Lorrie couldn't maintain her position by the vehicles any longer. Every baseline instinct in her nervous system screamed that Lorenzo was walking straight into a meat grinder.

I almost had an argument with the owner of this famous company? You are an Idiot, Caroline! AZER company were famous because of different clothing brands they have. Aside from it's good quality they always hire good models to represent their products. I was assigned as a sourcing manager together with Mr. Kevs. I will be his assistant and since he is an active advocate of LGBT, he keeps showing me some fashion weird designs yet super fashionable that he desires to present to everyone one day. I smiled because just like me, he has higher dreams too.

was Louis’ harsh reply. “You really expect me to believe this stupid happy family facade?” Said the fucking woman with a mocking voice “Have you not seen her well? You got interested in an eccentric goth full of piercings and with two kids out of nowhere... Please, Louis, you can tell at first sight what this is all about.” "Thank God you have a vagina and no balls, otherwise I would have castrated you by now,” Louis growled. "And get the fuck away from me!"

After all, the Chavez Group symbolized the royal family. I checked this client's information. Her name was Lorelei Pope, a werewolf from the Sunset Wolf Pack in New Jersey. However, I didn't think Vanessa was kind enough to help me. Lorelei was a celebrity, but her temper was a bit bad. She was even accused of turning her nose up at the staff at the airport.

“Your mom just had a… wild exercise, and she needs to change. You wait here.” She walked over to me, placing a comforting hand on my shoulder, then turned back to Cassie with an intense gaze. “While she goes to change, you stay put. Understood?” Lorelei’s stare lingered until Cassie’s shoulders slumped. “Y–yes, ma’am,” Cassie muttered, looking like a scolded goldfish. I couldn’t help but be impressed. How does she do that? One look from Lorelei Voss and even a storm would go quiet.