Loralai Hart Novels & Stories

Ever since I was promoted two days ago, Benita has introduced me to more than twenty servants. Okay. Maybe twenty was a stretch, but still. The girl on the right side, with two pigtails, offered her hand to me, and I reluctantly took it. She smiled, “I’m Orla.” “Nice to meet you, Orla,” I responded and released her soft hand. Orla turned red as she stepped backward, giving the other one, who must be Maeve, the chance to come forward. Maeve, a girl about my age or a year younger, exclaimed with bright eyes, “You are so tall, Haylee.”

Closing my eyes, I remember exactly how he looked, as if the image of him has been imprinted in my mind. "I don't know," I mutter honestly. "He had silver eyes, like I've never seen before." Adrian paused. His expression suggests I just told him the most shocking news he's struggling to grasp. "That's Grayson, Lexia," Adrian insists, making my heart sink in my chest. "Grayson, as in the Alpha of Freedom?" I question. That man is the last possibly Alpha I want to have here right now. I would have preferred Noah, Alpha of Harmony to be at this meeting, despite the way it went.

"This farm ain't yours lady, we checked. It belongs to the Moon Oracle." "I am the Moon Oracle, or did you just think that was all I was called?" I asked, placing my basket down on the wagon. "Have you even been to a festival? Because if you had you would know that I was her. You better get going or you'll have to deal with Aura, my wolf." Let me at them. Aura growled. "Not yet." I told her. "Prove you're the Oracle." I was about to say something when that woman who had been following me around at the festival appeared.

Melissa what are you doing in there, I heard the princess Luciana calling out to me and I immediately swam out of the room. "Am sorry my princess I'm just arranging the room" I said to her and she rolled her eyes sitting down and ordering me to fix her hair. My name is Melissa and I'm a blued tail mermaid slave. I work in the palace as the princess Luciana's maid. I was taken in as a palace slave when my mother committed a crime. She fell in love with a human and got pregnant for the human an act which is a crime in Atlantica.

Lace is luckily there to comment on the stares and Killer is helping out with keeping me healthy. I wanted to hear from you if you want to know the sex of the baby? I don’t mind knowing but you know, it’s your choice. Does it matter when it comes to werewolves? Kind regards Not-a-slut Hayley _________________________________________________________________________ RESPONSE TO FROM: LiamTaylor@Ravenwood.com _________________________________________________________________________ Hey Hailstorm

It was a shocking fact that Lora was more exceptional than she thought. "Why Lora, Harvey?" Tina asked when she met Harvey. "She's a slave and the descendant of an evil witch," Tina revealed. "She's a great woman, and her status was lowered by Alpha to a slave, even though Lora is not that bad," Harvey said. "I am much better," Tina said. She felt that she was more worthy of being by Harvey's side. Tina had beautiful blue eyes, long black hair tied high, and she was also the Beta's daughter. It was only fitting that she rose in rank to become an Alpha's wife.

When they stood in front of the green table, they bowed slightly to the King. “Council, I am Luna Taylor from Crescent Moon and this is Oriya, the mother of our Beta and the woman here next to me is Doron, the nanny of the firstborn Crown Prince. But Doron was also Cissy's midwife when she gave birth in the new Eclipse Howlers packhouse.” “And what added value can your testimony provide in this case?” the Alpha inquired.

“Lisa, I was just about to call you. I think I might—” “Wait,” she interrupted, her voice urgent. “Check your texts. I’m sending you something. You need to see this.” My stomach dropped at her tone. “What is it?” “Just look,” she said. “I’m sorry, Aaliyah.” I opened her text, a link to a gossip site. The headline screamed: Billionaire Orrin Hayes Spotted with Actress Lila Voss at Le Bernardin. My heart stopped. I clicked, and there he was—Orrin, stepping out of the restaurant, hand in hand with a stunning ginger, her smile dazzling under the paparazzi’s flash.

she assured me, and though I nodded, a lingering sense of unease remained. How could she possibly understand? I wasn't merely an ordinary newcomer; I was the mate of Alpha Hawthorne from the Crescent Moon Pack, the rival of Alpha Riel. "Certainly, thank you," I replied with a smile, and she acknowledged it with a nod before exiting, leaving me alone to grapple with my own thoughts.

Whatever she said made him laugh—a low, knowing chuckle. Allie swallowed hard. These weren’t just celebrities. They were icons—living legends draped over men like ornaments, playing muses in a private theater of power. Before she could collect her thoughts, a voice slithered through the air. “Liam Hart.” Allie turned. Cher Waverly. Of course. The woman rose from a man’s lap, emerald eyes gleaming with delight—or perhaps something darker. Her silk dress clung to her body like water, every step calculated, every smile laced with poison.