Lorna Morello Novels & Stories

I mutter thoughtlessly, feeling numb as we work our way around green-and-black-clad attendees. On a regular day, I’d have been inwardly screaming at the amount of actresses and models I’ve brushed past in the crowd. There was Liora Vance, the richest perfume creator in the world, supermodel Sienna Vale casually sipping some blueberry champagne, looking around like she committed a crime, even acting duo Knox Harrington and Elias Creed, leaning towards one another as if they’re about to kiss. And my favorite among them? Multi-millionaire writer Nicco Moretti, possibly the richest thriller author in the world.

Lorenzo held the gaze of the woman wearing Isabella Moretti’s face—perfectly assembled, seamless at every edge, the kind of face that only raised suspicion in someone specifically searching for where the seams had gone wrong. “Elena operates under our oversight. Our line of business demands considerable personal alignment. Nothing beyond that.” One beat too long. Then the smile returned—thinner this time, borrowing a different shade from whatever catalog lived behind her eyes. “You never lost your gift for words, Lorenzo.” “One of my finer assets.” He lifted his fork again. “My other asset is refusing to let a meal this good go to waste.” She laughed—a small, genuine-sounding burst that land

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.

C Noeline.

LORENA {MY CEO BABY} WILL BE ON HOLD UNTIL AFTER BOTH BOOKS ARE COMPLETED. PEACE!!!

Nola Graham spoke to a female employee friend in the office pantry. "How can you be so sure about that?" The woman named Austin replied curiously. "Just at the meeting earlier, Miss.watts ordered me to look for news about actor Jason Morean with Helen Noel who had a scene a while ago, and he quickly decided to make Jason Morean a model for our new project. “Wow, really? I really didn't expect that a woman who looks respectable has a bad background behind her graceful attitude all this time," the blonde haired woman whispered in a comment.

Yet even his defiance couldn’t hide the flash of fear in his eyes—the realisation that this battle wasn't his to win. And then, as if heeding an unspoken summons, another presence manifested amidst the fray. The shadows shifted again, altered by a new force—one familiar yet profoundly different. Luna. She floated ethereal and haunting, her eyes obsidian pools reflecting a world devoid of light. There was an elegance to her form, an unyielding majesty that sent shivers racing down my spine. But her presence was marred by darkness, a sinister force that cloaked her like a second skin.

Derry pointed out with a smile. "You have a problem with that?" Lily asked with a smile, pulled Derry's hand and wrapped his hand around her shoulder. Derry shook his head smiling and turned on the TV and frowned at the news caption; Breaking news. News reaching us this evening has it that Jennifer Morales was killed in her cell this evening. From the information gathered, it appears she got into a fight with one of the in-cell mates who quickly overpowered her and hit her head against the wall sending her to the ground. It didn't end there as this inmate brutally gave her multiple injuries on the head using the leg of the bed. What instigated the fight is still not known but Jennifer Morale

She turned the side of her neck to show me a mark and my eyes opened when I saw it was a bit similar to mine, but mine was shinier and more precise. Wait, did she say werewolves? Wolf? I touched the mark, causing me to shiver and she nodded at me with a serious but kind look. “You are the Luna. You are Alpha Enzo’s mate.” What? Norman bent his neck towards me and Corey did the same, with Davina and Andrè. I stared confused and lost, it is when a loud giggle was released from across the fields and everyone’s head raised that I realized it was from me.

I need to dress up and also make sure that Leo is ready. I turned back and headed upstairs. I wonder what sort of clothing I should put on. I need something that would pass a message without being shouting or showy, something that would show at a glance that I am Luna. I had to ask Denise for help as she is good with fashion. As I was heading back, I overheard the workers discussing. “Did you see the banners? Absolutely magnificent.” “I heard the Alpha of the Northern Cliffs is here. Imagine traveling all that way!”