Lorna Morello Novels & Stories

‘What the hell is going on? *** ~Morfran~ “My investigation suggests she checks out,” Jarvis said to Morfran. “She is a childhood friend of Alric Valmore and she was supposed to be the elected Luna, until… until Lana entered Alric’s life. I think she is being bitter and wants Alric to herself." “Thus, I think she is telling the truth,” said Jarvis. A smirk formed on Morfran’s face before he concluded, “Very well. Let us set out for the Port of Valmore. I will have my Arabella back. I will also make her daughter my slave!”

“Kalen, I need your help with this man. You need to help me guide her and her wolf. Wait, what’s her wolf’s name?” There is an overwhelming amount of work ahead of me. “Her name is Morrigan”. “Wait, how do you know that? Morrigan? What sort of name is that?”. I am so lost right now. “Liam, are you aware that we wolves can talk without you involved?” he chuckles. “Apparently she goes by Mor or Morg more often. She seems pretty badass actually, very protective of your luna”. Well that makes me like her more.

I had no idea she was even connected to this world outside the Moonbeam Pack. I tried to avoid her, but before I could turn away, she stepped into my path. “Well, well, well.” She sneered. “Look who’s playing dress up.” I clenched my fists at my sides, willing myself to stay calm. “I don’t know you,” I said, my voice steady. “Please excuse me.” Her lip curled into a cruel smile. “Oh, don’t pretend like you don’t remember me, Rowena. The rejected Luna. The murderer.”

Even the children were happy to see him like this. “Luna!” The moment shattered. We both turned at the same time. Mira. She stood at the edge of the training field, dressed in a fitted cream blouse and sharp sunglasses, waving far too enthusiastically. And for a second, I could have sworn that Nolan tensed beside me. He didn't move, however, the smile that was on his face almost instantly shifted. “Are you ready for our shopping date?” she called out, voice carrying just enough cheer to sound false. “Don't tell me that you forgot?”

"This is not a house. This is an empire." Theo grabbed a practice sword off the rack, swinging it experimentally. "She trained here. What else is she hiding......a rocket launch pad?" The AI answered before anyone else could. "Miss Moreno is a Class A certified tactical combatant, multilingual programmer, and competitive-level archer. Would you like to attempt her training regimen?" Rio immediately shook his head. "No. Absolutely not. I value my spine."

she said and batted her eyelashes flirtatiously. Lola caught the act and looked away with a grin pulling on her lips. She knew that Melissa wasn’t afraid to flirt, and more often than not, she ended up with the guy she wanted. She was beautiful and had long, curly brown hair, a bronze complexion, and long, full lashes. Not to mention, her fashion sense never ceased to amaze.

Daniel. "Talk to me." "I have some preliminary information on Lola Moretti. Born Lola Brown. Twenty-three years old. Orphan, grew up in the foster system in London. No living relatives. Met Ethan four years ago through a connection at one of the family's legitimate businesses. They courted for three months before marrying." I listens, my jaw tightening. "Go on."

the video placed her on the front screen. Melissa exhaled, she could sense the slander coming from a mile away. "You might not understand my purpose for making this video, and I apologize that I must remain anonymous for my own safety but the Luna of Dunham is not a werewolf. She is a witch!" The voice paused then several videos of her, from her past life played. There was one where she tripped from the stairs and at the time, Melissa had been embarrassed by the event.

He held on to my right shoulder, so I turned to face him. "Will you take your hand off my shoulder or I'll turn you into a mouse?" I raised my left eyebrow, glaring at his cold yet undeniably handsome face. "Whoops!" He immediately took his hand off my shoulder. "You two! What are you waiting for?" The guard on the table called us. He's looking at me from head to toe right now. I quickly walk towards him and say, "My name is Alenna Delevigne from the city of Nalaknabak. I'm a..."

Claudia in the armchair opposite, legs crossed, notes on her lap. Cameras whir to life. Red lights blink on. In some control rooms, a countdown reaches zero. “We’re live in three, two…” a voice whispers. Claudia looks at the camera. “Buonasera,” she says. “Tonight, in an exclusive conversation, we speak with global recording artist Luna Valentine—whose real name, as many of you have now learned, is Luna Valentina Rossi‑Moretti—and the man the world has been calling her ‘mafia husband’: businessman Dante Moretti.”