Loren Hale Novels & Stories

Right at that moment, as they stared back at each other, Ellaine knew that she was and preferred to call herself Inwë. She heard loud grunts of men, clash of swords, explosion of spells, and shouts of pain. The war was she against the Dark Child, the Lenriad troops against the poisonous Noimstre and the Leprechauns, and Margarette with the dragons against Murdathes—a pretty tight match. Inwë guarded her thoughts and closed her mind. She prevented too much of eye movement. That way, Ánië won’t be able to read her thoughts.

Leaving me alone. Seeing his back disappear in the dark. I sighed, stretching my aching arms and stiff shoulders. It's been such a long day but I don't let my emotions show up on my face, relieving my vulnerability to the world. I once made the mistake of doing that with Jayce and I'm still regretting it now. Anyways, time to check on Marlene. I made my way inside Brandon's house and then inside Marline's room only to find her curled up in her bed with a dinosaur Jane gifted her on one of her birthdays.

The moment Alexandro entered, his betas rose from their seats in respect, bowing their heads to their Alpha—and now, to their Luna. Serena walked silently beside her husband, feeling the weight of a hundred gazes. Though nervous, she carried herself with as much grace as she could summon, conscious that she was no longer just a girl from a small village. She was the Luna of the Blood Moon Pack—the most powerful kingdom in the werewolf world. Alexandro took his place at the head of the long, obsidian table. Serena sat just beside him, her hands folded carefully in her lap. She kept her head slightly bowed, listening, learning, observing.

Lena's POV. “Hello, ma'am,” the doctor waved his left hand, and felt my pulse with his right hand. “How many fingers am I holding up?” “Can I get a name? Can you speak?” He continued, not even giving me a chance to think or respond. He suddenly stopped and pointed a little fluorescent light in my eyes. I squinted and groaned inaudibly from lying stiff for far too long. “Four, My name is Lena, and I think I can… talk,” I replied in a second, gulping as the man behind him moved closer and fixed his gaze on me.

But i still picked the call anyways. "Hi, please are you by anyways, Miss Selene Woods?" - A feminine voice came from the other end, soft, polite and yet, straight to the point. "Yes, i am she!!. How may i be of help to you?" - I replied in a wary tone. "Great!!. My name is Anne Moreau, i'm a manager at Livelia entertainment and also a friend of the professor." - She introduced herself briefly, her tone filled with strict professionalism. " Oh..." - I gasped.

He is the youngest Alpha in the Northern province, the golden boy of the Mooncrest college and the ice hockey captain. How I wish he was mine. Fully mine. Unfortunately, he isn't. But soon—in six months time—he would become MINE and I don't have to hid my feelings anymore. My name is Solara Hale, twenty-years-old, wolfless Omega from the Duskwatch Pack—a small pack in the Northern Province— a sophomore student studying Herbs and Herbalife major at the Mooncrest College and a member of the cheerleading team. Lucas smiled and pressed his hand playfully on my face. “Stop looking at me like that, Lara,” he rasped, his voice so smooth that it's stroked my left nipples. He grabbed the base of his

The luggage she had in her hand also screamed luxury. As she got closer, Caleb's breath hung in his throat as he took in on the thirty-seven year old woman that looked younger than most people in their twenties. Her petite waist shifted most of its fat to her hips and bust. Loren's artificial a*s and br**st looked so real that if Caleb had not been told earlier, he would have judged it to be real. "Damn! Loren, you look hot in your dress," Caleb said as he hugged her, genuinely mesmerized.

She stood up at once and ended the live broadcast. She turned to me. “What leukemia? I didn’t arrange that question. Did you bribe those journalists?” Before I could speak, Derek lowered his eyes and tugged at her sleeve. “Jaime, all the viral posts are attacking me. They call me a homewrecker who ruined your marriage, but I knew you first…” Because of the live broadcast, many people online insulted Derek and called him a shameless homewrecker who lived off women. Jaime’s face grew darker. She forgot the journalists’ questions and grabbed my still‑healing arm.

Their beauty would continue to spread among their female offspring for generations to come. Lost in my own world, I accidentally bumped into someone. "Watch it!." The lady said. "Sorry!." I apologized quickly. I was a stranger in Lycester I didn't want to cause any trouble. Although I could move without a pack, I didn't know what pack wolves could do to me if I ever harmed their own. "Sorry!." I apologize once again to the young lady standing beside the elderly lady I bumped into. From their looks, I could tell it was a mistress and her maid. The girl swept back her long black silky hair haughtily, and sashayed off with her maid walking behind her. l watched them dissolve in the crowd. Turni