Lorelai Gilmore Novels & Stories

Deep down, she believed Lucille was no match for her. Lorelei smiled politely at Catherine and said, "Aunt Catherine, she's the woman Harry had been engaged to since he was a child." Lucille was surprised by the way Lorelei addressed Catherine. So Catherine was Lorelei's aunt? What a coincidence. Although Lucille didn't know Catherine personally, she'd seen her information and photos before. Lorelei then smirked and continued sarcastically, "But she's now Mrs. Layton of the Layton family. After calling off the engagement, she immediately married the head of the Layton family."

“Indeed. The sprites that live in Araphyra do love to decorate with lights. It makes the glass walls shimmer with warmth.” I turn and look at her, giving her my full attention. Lorelai is a beautiful elf. She has long, straight brown hair, unlike Lily’s whose hair has big curls like her mother. Lorelai’s hair falls to bottom and it’s thick, rich, and dark brown, like the color of walnuts. “Would you give me the honor of a dance, My Lady?” “I would be honored, My Prince.” She says and gently puts her hand into my outstretched one.

Lorelei stepped forward, hand trembling. “Yes. We. I knew. Now I know why you seemed familiar to me, even after all these years.” Rhett’s fury snapped back instantly. “You KNEW he raped her?! You knew and you stayed…” “No!” Lorelei shouted, horrified. “Rhett, stop. That’s not what happened. Your father would never rape a young…” “But she fainted because of him!” Rhett yelled. “She was terrified because of him! She remembers his voice!” “No,” Lorelei said softly, eyes filling with tears as she turned to me. “She probably remembers the moment she woke up. Not what happened.”

I raised my voice once again trying to get their attention, “LISTEN—” “—Mia Rivers?” A soft voice came from the second floor. I raised my head and saw an incredibly beautiful woman standing by the corner of the spiral staircase, gazing down at me. Her body was a work of art, sculpted to perfection by the hands of god. The Chanel she was wearing fit her perfectly. Her face, adorned with striking features, boasts eyes the color of sapphire, sparkling with mischief and allure. I looked like a clown standing next to her. Lorelei Monroe.

“Okay, time to create another fairytale. I’m going to make you look like an angel, Loraine. Reno won’t know what hit him, just wait and see.” An hour later, Gil had done just that. Loraine stood in front of the full length mirror, completely dressed and tongue-tied. The gown was an umpire waist flowing chiffon gown with a sweetheart cut. She wore no jewelry except for the string of beads that hung over her forehead and disappeared into her hair, braided from both sides of her head and meeting at the bottom of her neck with just wisps of it hanging over her ears. She couldn’t remember the last time she wore so little make up. Usually, when she did wear makeup, it was in different shades of bo

Him grinning with an arm tossed around her shoulders like she was his prized possession. He didn’t remember taking it. But he felt something deep in his chest when he looked at it. A strange kind of ache that whispered: You belonged here. He didn’t know how long he sat there, trying to remember more. Trying not to force it. Trying not to be disappointed every time his brain gave him another dead end. Then— Tiny footsteps. Soft. Uneven. Full of determination. He looked up just in time to see Lorelai shuffle into the hallway, dragging a blanket behind her like a tiny princess preparing for battle. Her curls were wild. Her bunny slippers glowed faintly in the dark.

Jack gave me a small nudge and when I looked up I realized I had been so immersed in talking to my wolf that I didn't realize Loralei was being led down the lit path by her father’s. My goddess, my fiancé is so damn beautiful and her swollen belly has my dick at attention. She is such a rare gem and doesn't even notice it, she looks phenomenal in her coronation gown. Her raven hair was in a messy bun and some of her curls escaped and were framing her face.

As the wave of guests continued, I greeted Lady Arnold and inquired after her famous koi pond, congratulated the Duchess of the Willows on recently winning a dressage championship, and asked how Lord Gold was doing with sending his eldest child off to university in the free city. With each passing guest, I could see my grandfather’s smile growing larger and larger. It was then that I noticed the next person in line. The beautiful young lady looked more like a princess than I did, in a gigantic white ballgown with diamonds woven through her fluffy blonde curls. She had a commanding, confident presence, and I instantly felt smaller merely being in her orbit. She was stunning, charming, and eff

"It struck me as odd at the time, so I specifically instructed our people not to buy coffee beans from Lorelai's Café. Leon didn't take kindly to her either, because when he went back to buy Mexican tacos, the vendor told him that Lorelai hadn't eaten the tacos she ordered that night and asked if the tacos had gone bad." "The tacos hadn't gone bad at all. Leon just thought she was wasteful, so he didn't like her and never bought coffee beans there again." Although Christine didn't know what had happened, she instinctively wanted to clear Leon's name. Luna Adelaide had come in person to talk about Lorelai—this had to be significant, especially since she was investigating the Madison treason c

“Indeed. The sprites that live in Araphyra do love to decorate with lights. It makes the glass walls shimmer with warmth.” I turn and look at her, giving her my full attention. Lorelai is a beautiful elf. She has long, straight brown hair, unlike Lily’s whose hair has big curls like her mother. Lorelai’s hair falls to bottom and it’s thick, rich, and dark brown, like the color of walnuts. “Would you give me the honor of a dance, My Lady?” “I would be honored, My Prince.” She says and gently puts her hand into my outstretched one.