Novel & Cerita Loralai Hart

Diamonds glittered at her ears, her neck—and then Laila's breath caught when she noticed the ring. Instinctively, Laila took a step back, the comparison hitting before she could stop it. The woman looked like a walking advertisement for the perfect football wife. Jordan froze when he saw her. "Lai… what are you—" "I just brought you a few things," Laila said quickly, lifting the box like a shield. "To help… with Malaya." The blonde's eyes narrowed as she stepped closer. "You look familiar," she said coolly. "I'm April Owens—soon to be Hall. It's nice to meet you." She extended her hand deliberately, flashing the massive diamond ring.

She dialed a number she knew off head and called. "It takes great talent and skill to veil great talent and skill. Little Lotus, how is the brighter side of the world?" A crooked old female voice answered the phone. "Only psychopaths and manipulators can achieve hiding their talents and skills Elder Hoshi. Everything is going as planned thank you for asking. Oh, but a Hian Ji attacked me at my home and knows everything about me. I thought I died and my existence was erased with you and the other Elders' help. What's going on?"

"Scarlett." ******

Harriet leaned over the armrest of the chair and looked at me. "She got a letter in the mail today." Orion shrugged as he continued to rub my feet like it was no big deal. "From her sister, Lorraine." "Wait, what?!" Harriet almost fell off of the couch, but Alastor had his arms tightly locked around her waist. "Thanks, Orion," I grumbled. "Not like I was trying to avoid that at all." "You are welcome, my beautiful Luna." Orion squeezed my foot. "Well, what did she say?" Harriet asked excitedly.

‘Don’t say anything odd,’ I added through the telepathic bond I had with every pack member. He gave an almost imperceptible nod, but I didn’t trust him enough. I expected a month long teasing after this. Maybe I shouldn’t have told him about my feelings for Orla. Orla, oblivious to our silent conversation, faced him. For someone so small, she didn’t seem to care that she was always around people taller than she was. “I’m Orla. from the Dark Moon Clan.” She didn’t mention that she was the future Luna and an Alpha’s daughter. It spoke volumes about her character. She was never eager to disclose that information about herself.

March 13, 2000 Coralis was invited to attend a mating ball hosted by the Swamtons, a prominent fay family. They wanted to find a bride for Ollyo, the eldest son and heir of Syllyan Swanton. They invited dozens of single elemental women from prominent families or deemed powerful.

My eyes, like everyone else’s, I’m sure, sweep over her perfect, full breasts – the wide sweep of her hips – her tiny waist – the elegant curls that cascade all the way down to the generous swell of her ass. God, but she’s like a fantasy given form, the kind of woman pin-up artists could only dream about. And I don’t miss the fact that Orion is likewise staring up at her, as slack-jawed as the rest of us. “How could Orion choose anyone else?” Laila whispers, making me blink and glance her way to take in her devastated expression. “She’s…perfect.” “She’s also got about as much personality as a moldy old piece of cheese,” I whisper, dry. “Don’t forget that.”

“But Lilith, we should discuss about—” “Reject her!” she snapped. “Then we can talk.” Her voice left no room for argument. I looked at her again and parted my trembling lips. I took a deep breath and swallowed past the thick lump in my throat. “What is your name?” I asked the young lady quietly. “Nora…” her voice was barely audible. “Nora Hart.” Then she quickly added, “Will you really reject me?” I did not respond. I just couldn't. “I, Evander Hart of the BlueMoon Pack, reject—”

I wiped my face, straightened my spine, and stepped into his path. "Alpha Vale," I said, my voice steadier than I felt. "Your bride is a no-show. My mate is a traitor. Why don't we sign the registry together?" Jordan Reed gasped, but Connor slowed his pace. He pulled off his sunglasses, revealing eyes the color of liquid ink, swirling with a hidden, ancient fire. He looked me up and down, his wolf scenting mine. "Get her file," Connor commanded. Jordan scrambled with a tablet. "Ava Hart. Former lead of the Pacific Crown. Blacklisted by Nova Star Agency three years ago. Currently tied to Turner Studios."

“Mum exaggerates.” “Do I?” Mrs. Oscar asked. Mr. Oscar crossed his arms, amused. “Alright. Let’s hear it. Who is this ‘man’?” Nora hesitated. Then shrugged. “Just… someone.” “Someone?” he repeated. “Yes.” “Name?” Nora looked away. “…Edwin.” “Edwin what?” “…Hart.” Mr. Oscar nodded slowly. “And what does this Edwin Hart do?” Nora swallowed. “He’s a lecturer.”