Lorna Morello Novels & Stories

"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."

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.”

“The way she works with the needles, I could say that she did this not just today but for a long time already.” Out of the blue, a famous figure commented on Kristel’s live streaming on her I* account. “Oh, my gosh! Meryl Hanes is praising our Goddess Kristel!” “Is this account legit? Is she really New York’s number one designer Meryl Hanes?” “It was truly her because I followed her official socmeds!” “Not to mention that this live stream is the amazing anonymous designer Moirae!” “You are right. I’ve been following Moirae’s I* for several years already, and I’m too curious about who Moirae is in real life. Now I know she is Kristel Pearson!”

Luna Estrada, also known by her stage name Luna, is a renowned model and has been the highest-paid model for two consecutive years. She possesses a tall stature and a remarkably beautiful face. Her modeling talent was evident from the age of 3 when she became a brand ambassador for Kidsstyle, one of the most famous children's fashion brands at the time. Her modeling career has continued to flourish, even at the age of twenty-three, making her a top model. She has become the most influential model in the fashion world this year.

"You and me both." She laughs. "Valeria Zanotti. Twenty." "Cara Morelli," I say. "Thirteen. Just… don't call me that." She grins. "The only people who call us by our serial numbers are the trainers and Leone. Speaking of which, you have no fucking idea how long I've been waiting for someone to join me make fun of all the other girls who hope to get Leone but never will."

"You vampires really can't be trusted" Yoana scowled, pushing Lorean away from the woman's side. Lorean did not bother to explain or refute Yoana's words. Since he first met that girl, he already felt very unsuitable with her. "Do you know her?" Asked Lorean. "If I know her, what's your business?" Yoana asked as she opened her eyes sharply. She then started stroking the woman's head “She is Melissa, a DJ who works in the gray room. Ah, poor Melissa! She must have been in a lot of pain when your insolent fangs stuck in her hand!"

“ We are coming . “ said Mel excitedly . They went down the stairs and walked close to them . Mel had straight hair and was wearing a stunning blue long skirt with a blue flower on her head . The skirt had a big opening on the leg , showing her thigh . She was wearing a white top and three , thin golden necklaces with circles in the middle . Luna on the other had had chosen a light purple skirt that was on medium length in the from and long on the back . She wore a white top but with the v form around her chest and lose short arms , making her look like a genuine flower . She wore a golden necklace with a golden chain and purple crystal flower at the end with leaves and branches spreading .

She nodded at me for approval. I was standing in front of the famous actress and scriptwriter. Chiara Enrani. A beautiful woman with a body sculpture. A diva. She has the body of a goddess, pale skin, brown eyes, tall figure. She's a very famous actress and scriptwriter, she's very popular in the film industry and the whole of Italy and even worldwide. I smiled at the look of her. I am now down a little. "Hello, I'm Loren, the orphan's caregiver in this orphanage,"

Then he saw her. Lila Moreau, 28, a local Creole artist whose paintings dripped with raw fucking, stood on a wrought-iron balcony. Caramel skin shining with sweat, wild dark curls plastered to her neck, full heavy tits barely contained by a tiny purple-and-gold dress already riding up her ass. Her hazel eyes locked on Nashoba through the crowd and her pussy clenched instantly, flooding her thighs. The hunger was immediate. Animal. Filthy. No words. Just primal need.

Camila I stared at the mirror unsure if the person I was looking at was me. My long black was braided a tone side and left to rest on the other side of my shoulder, my brown eyes were bright yet had a sad gleam to them. I wore a long handless black gown that had a long slit, up to my knee. I applied some lipstick and paired my outfit with a silver pair of high heels.