Loralai Hart Novels & Stories

My gaze flicks just once towards Damian. He swallows. “But tonight,” I say firmly, “I stand here not as someone’s wife, or someone’s burden, or someone’s secret.” My uncle nods beside me. “I stand here as Elena Hart.” Applause erupts again. I lift my hand slightly, asking for quiet. “Hart Capital was built by a woman named Flurina Hart,” I say, warmth spreading through my chest. “A woman who believed legacy wasn’t about power, but responsibility.” I glance at Alexander.

“Sleep.” Storm whimpered once, soft, fragile, and his glowing eyes dimmed as he drifted into unconsciousness. For a moment, the silence returned. Sarah sank to her knees beside him, sobbing, clutching at her hair. Then she froze. Something behind her shifted—the faintest sound. A breath. A heartbeat. “Alora.” Her voice was weak, hoarse from disuse, but it cut through the madness like a blade. “Give him to me.” Sarah turned, eyes wide. Alora was sitting up against the far wall, her wrists raw from rope burns, she had finally got free of but was too weak to move, her body pale but burning with a quiet strength.

" The lawyer, Harold Sinclair, sputtered, fury blazing in his eyes. "You're the ones disrupting this funeral and denying the Duke his peace, and yet you have the nerve to slander me?!" Mia let out a dismissive snort and ignored him. She glanced up just in time to see me escorting Margaret upstairs. Something seemed to dawn on her. She whipped around and rushed over to block my path, her voice low and venomous. "So this is your game! You went to all this trouble to find people to stop me from mourning! "You just can't stand the thought of me catching Prince Charles's eye, can you?"

Her eyes glowed with pride, She would finally hold onto a status, a step up to the position she craved for. Then the elder turned to Kallum. “And now, our Alpha appoints a chosen advisor." Lila stood in the midst of the elders, tall and proud, she wore a Black flowing gown that clung to all her curves, exposing a bit of cleavage. She stood out among the crowd, wearing a big smile with a red lipstick painted on her lips. Kallum gestured grandly towards her “Lila Blackhart. Loyal to our pack loyal to me" The crown turned their heads towards her direction as she stepped forward, Kallum took the silver pendant from the elders and wore it around her neck.

“What?” “Yes sir. Apparently, we are her oracles. She made it so I can draw the scene.” I said holding up the drawing pad. “And Liz sees the whole picture as like a video of sorts.” “I never dreamed I’d be alive to see an oracle of the Moon Goddess!” Alpha James exclaimed. “So, you believe us?” Liz asked. “Of course, I do! There are many books that tell of different oracles through the ages and how coveted they are. We cannot let anyone know about you two.”

I glanced up, my heart thumping at the unexpected hesitation in her eyes. “Well,” Helena said slowly, choosing her words with caution. “Luna Claire is perfectly healthy, but…” “But what?” Liam’s voice sharpened with frustration. Helena took a deep breath. “Our Luna is with child, alpha.” My blood turned to ice. No, this can't be. Liam hasn't been touching me for months. Unless… no!

Or rather, I couldn’t look away from the woman who had just walked in. A flawless blonde. Behind her, a nanny pushed a stroller. I recognized that face. Jeany Rosalia. Daughter of one of SouthWales’ most prominent businessmen. We’d met briefly at a business gala a few years ago. But what was she doing here? And more importantly—why did that child in the stroller look exactly like Orlando? Jeany stopped beside him, flashing a coy, knowing smile. Then, without hesitation, she leaned into him—soft and sultry. And the most painful part? Orlando didn’t push her away.

“Are you Stella?” “Yes, that’s me. It is so lovely to meet you, Elara. I am terribly sorry we haven’t had the pleasure to work with one another until now. There’s a lot happening in the world outside of West Ora, but no need to worry our heads about that at this moment. How about we get started? We have lots to catch up on.” Elara felt at ease as she heard Stella’s calming voice, soothing her worries. Stella emanated an aura so warm, so calming, you would think she was the sun herself. Feeling her worries fade, Elara attempted to step forward, finding without a floor there was no way to move.

"She hasn't arrived yet?" "I've called and they seem to be stuck in traffic. I think they'll be here soon," David replied. ".... Mr. Jameson Hart IX who is celebrating his 81st birthday. For that, please allow me to call all members of the Hart family to come together on this podium and welcome Mr. Jameson Hart IX." The MC received a piece of paper from a woman behind him. "Mr. Alexander Hart. This time he appears alone because Mrs. Merryl Hart is still undergoing a retreat in Europe, to recover her health condition which has declined recently," said the MC. "Mr. Liam Hart, Mr. Lucas Hart and finally, Ms. Loreine Hart."

He said again and a beautiful red head got up from her seat. " So we're going to be calling our Dean of Arts to present this award for us and Miss UCLA 2018, please give a round of applause for Mrs Felicity Thompson and Mikayla Hart" The MC called again and a lady that looked like she was in her middle thirties walked up to the stage as people applauded. " It seems Miss UCLA 2018 is on her way, sorry for that" The MC said. " It's an honour to be the one given the privilege to unveil the winner of the year 2019's Miss UCLA, we all are beautiful in our way, but these three managed to make the top of beauty, in the eyes of everyone and I am very sure we all have our opinions on who should win t