Lola Bradley Novels & Stories

Lola rolled her eyes, “That old hag needs to get a life. Instead of worrying whether you stick your dick into me often enough.” Noah laughed, “I don’t think she has to worry about that department. I hear you promoted her from crazy bird lady to old hag now?” Lola gave him a cheeky smile and responded, “Well we have to keep things interesting, don’t we?” Noah’s thumb brushed over her lip as he gazed into her eyes and said hoarsely, “I have some suggestions.”

But, there are times you'll have to put yourself first. Lola is stuck between two tough decisions, living for family or herself. Find out how things go for her. I do hope you enjoy it.

Whatever they were talking about sounded important. "We should have been informed of all this earlier; then, we could have done something to stop it from happening", my mum whispered angrily. "They have put not only her life but ours on the line. I always knew this would happen." "you can't blame Luna", my dad defended. "I'm not blaming Luna; I'm blaming the gods and goddess. I'm blaming the elders, and I'm blaming her mother." I was about to walk in and ask what they were talking about when Jack spoke. "can you stop calling her Luna her name is Blair, and it has been for the past 18 years"

"Now what? Alpha Evander slammed at Larry. I have done some research about her, said Larry. She is a born Luna named Betty. She was born by a lone she-wolf. At nine years her parents went into rogue and had never been seen or heard from since. She was taken in to the pack house by Alpha Ray and his wife Ria. She was mated to their only child Arthur,who rejected her and now she left the pack because of that. This woman was my mate, and by some twist of fate,she had been abandoned by her previous mate and was now on the market, just waiting for someone to claim her.

I understand because she has had to hide them all her life and she is worried she will hurt someone. Other than that we are actually happy and we don't hide from anyone. I got a job and started working with a construction company that pays me well. Sadie has been working as a waitress at a small diner in town, right by our home. Every dime we get we save. Once were eighteen, we have both decided to finish school and go to college together.

' Charlie 'How about two-legged mammals? How about redheaded women? Are you the killer, Charlie? She tucked her hair behind her ear and then typed, A male rufus lupus.' Rosa 'I like a lupus with a sense of humor. Can we have lunch this afternoon?' Charlie 'Don’t you work?' Rosa A significant pause followed. She chewed on the inside of her cheek. Come on, come on. Let me know what you do. 'Independently wealthy. But if you’re working . . .maybe tonight?' Charlie

John telling bad jokes, Emily pretending to roll her eyes, Lola doing cartwheels in the background. “Hard to believe that little acrobat is almost grown,” John said. As if summoned by his words, there was a knock at the door. “I’ll get it,” Emily said, hopping up. A few seconds later, we heard her laugh. “Speak of the devil!” Lola walked in, wind-tousled and bright-eyed, her university tote bag slung over her shoulder. She froze the instant she saw the screen. “Oh no,” she groaned. “You’re watching those?”

She felt everywhere was clear enough before stripping herself from the clothes, she stared at the reflection before giving herself a proud smile. "Did they believe you?" "Yes, I really put on so much acting with the witch, she really played the little girl so well," Sarah mind - linked as she let her hair fall back. "Did he feel the mate pull even if you aren't a mate?" "Yes, but he seemed to really love his Luna so well, I guess her name is Sabrina." Sarah mind-linked, wiping the bruised makeup on her arms. "I knew she was the one, what a cocky woman. Wait for my orders."

He was laughing to himself at his childhood antics when someone tapped him on the shoulder. "Lola." There she was, dressed in a sleeveless gown. The pale blue material with it's silver thread spackled against her skin and drew attention to her smiling eyes. Then it dawned on him that he was in trouble. How was he going to tell Lola that the bride was not Joyce but joy? He wasn't sure if it would be accepted by Lola to blame his mistake on the fact that he didn't know Abdul that earlier, because Lola was under the impression that Abdul was a close friend. That had been his line for being so upset over her decision to skip the service. There was no other way then but to tell Lola that he had m