Loretta Callisto Novels & Stories

I asked, puzzled, while something inside me started to cry from being insulted—something with a different mindset than mine. Lorelei giggled, but I couldn't find anything funny except for feelings of pity and sympathy for something inside me feeling humiliated. "You're right, dear, she's ugly and uncultured," Lorelei whispered into Ikaros's ear. And the man nodded. I stared at Ikaros, shocked. That annoying woman could insult me—but Ikaros...!?

Dressed and composed, I make my way to college, struggling to push away the confusion that still clouds my mind. Soon though, my portfolio class comes around, and I realize I haven't even looked at my photos from last night. As other students flick through portraits and landscapes, I plug my memory card into my laptop and await the results. A huge smile crosses my face as I inspect my photos. The moon shots turned out great, capturing the ethereal beauty of the night. The orb is perfectly focused, almost full but for a slight sliver of shadow on its left edge. I'm momentarily distracted from my musings about Elias as plans for Incomplete take shape in my mind.

She attacked my lips and in a swift move, she was straddling me, her hands in my hair. Camila, Camila, Camila. Camila Brinx- Camorra. Deep, open mouthed kisses, mixed with the cool air of the night, a dream. Our lips felt perfect against each other, she felt perfect in my arms. The sound of the ocean now rushing, or maybe that was my blood rushing through my veins, kick starting my adrenaline. Whenever I'm with Camila, it's like a fever dream.

she said as a dark cloud came over her eyes and she turned. “ Know your place ” She said and walked out. Shit she still has the video!!! I need to do something. Without knowing what happened, I found myself running after her . “ Lena please hold on ” I whimpered. “ Huh?!?!” she snarled. “ The video, please can you get rid of it??” I whispered. “ And why should I do that ??” she raised an eyebrow. “ It wasn't what you thought it was...” “ I know just what I saw Olivia Chris. Seems the Greyridge Pack is raising a perverted stalker as a Luna ” She hissed.

Instead of a fancy chandelier, I gazed up at an ancient, ornate fixture with candles and intricate carvings of wolves and moons. The flickering flames cast eerie shadows on the walls, which were adorned with carved wooden panels depicting werewolves in various poses. At this, a frown etched my features, and I turned slightly to see some women having a conversation just a few steps away. They were different, more beautiful, and somehow... more mysterious. At that moment, a sudden headache made me gasp, and I bent forward, catching the attention of the beautiful ladies. Abruptly, I heard the bustles as they quickly rushed forward to help me, but I had already regained my last memory. Lyrien's

Suddenly, Chantelle's eyes fluttered open, and she looked up at Delcan. A smile spread across her face, and she reached up to touch his cheek. "Hi," she said softly. Delcan felt his heart skip a beat. He had never seen her look at him like that before. "I didn't mean to wake you," he said, his voice low and gentle. Chantelle sat up and took his hand in hers. "You didn't," she said. "I was just resting my eyes." She looked down at the outfit she was wearing and blushed. "What do you think?"

Loretta gasped, she was even more shocked when she recalled whose father they were. “Artemis,” she whispered, staring at them with sheer curiosity and something surreal. Our attention diverted to her, “follow me,” I said in such a stern voice that Arielle and Damien cast a glance at me. “Arielle!” Rachael’s voice called from inside, “You can't outrun me—-” she halted on her feet and settled a surprised gaze on Loretta. “Merona!” she yelled and came to stand beside Merona, she yanked her back in a possessive manner, “What are you doing here?” her eyes never for once left Loretta’s.

Carlo screamed in panic before Luciano could act further. "She gave me the layout of the manor's defenses and also shut down the security system!" Luciano stood up slowly and glanced at Loretta, who was retreating quietly to a corner. "Luciano, that's utter nonsense! Don't listen to him. He's just trying to sow discord between us!" As Loretta sobbed and screamed, she stumbled back, secretly lifting her wrist where the miniature controller was hidden. "Take one more step forward, and I'll press it! Luciano, don't force me to do this. Worst case, we die together!"

Farris. Oh, Callista. Callista Milicent Leander, adopted daughter of Lenore and Allen Leander, sister to one Ruelle Leander. She was a werewolf girl like any other, except she shone. I leave the cells because I know I’ll fight more with her. She’s always been stubborn - it’s how she gets by with that family of hers. Once upon a time, I thought it was attractive, that fire in her eyes when she gets properly riled up. Before, it was hard to see that glint, though, because Callista's self-control was legendary. She was polite when needed to be, well-mannered, and of course, her looks were her crowning glory, not to mention the keen mind that people often underestimated because of her looks.