Lorna Morello Novels & Stories

A female voice told Ellaine. She was beaten and tired, more dead than alive. Her breath was just a thin thread. But she was determined to win this, once and for all. She wouldn’t dare give up. Because her hands were tied, she struggled to reach the Hristoax with her mouth. To distract Ánië, she said “You will not be able to beat me now.” “Really? Why?” She turned to Ellaine just in time to see her eat the pearl in her necklace—the Hristoax.

But with the recent threat looming over her now she had joined the rogues pack and been made Luna, she knew she had to push herself harder than ever before. While towel-drying her hair, Delaney caught a glimpse of her reflection in the mirror. She took note of the changes in her physique. Over the past few weeks of intense training, her muscles had developed and strengthened, evidence of her perseverance and determination. She felt a surge of pride, knowing she had come a long way from the days when she relied solely on her natural talent as a warrior. Stepping out of the bathroom, Delaney pulled on her gym wear - a comfortable yet form-fitting ensemble that allowed freedom of movement witho

She was not satisfied with her parents response to the fact that Ian was seeing someone else. “If Ian is doing whatever pleases him with women then I can do the same.” Lorna concluded. After many hours of thinking on how to get back at Ian Bryant and she made a decision. She took a quick shower. In a fast pace, she changed into a bum short and an off shouldered top. Lorna grabbed a mini bag, dropped her cellphone and some money in it and walked out of her room. "where are you going?” Mrs Belle asked. "To Mason Miller's house. If Ian thinks he can fuck around with low life women then I can do the same.”

So dismissive, so distant? Would it have killed her to say hello to my boys? Maybe throw in a polite smile? Maybe even converse a little? These were the same wolves who’d risk their lives for her if – if – she ever ended up my Luna. And what did she give them? A hum. A freaking hum. The bitterness burned hot in my throat. Goddess, she was infuriating. Arrogant, narcissistic bi.tch dressed in miniskirts. But the longer we drove, the more her scent wound around me, the more her presence pulled at every nerve, every thought, until my wolf clawed just under my skin. I hated it. Hated how badly I wanted what I swore I didn’t.

My phone has been ringing nonstop for a while now and I wonder who has been calling. Could it be Malachi? None of them has said anything about the video that was uploaded and Odette has even been going about her normal life like nothing matters to her. She is a much bigger bitch than I ever imagined. As soon as I step out of the gate, I pull out my phone and Jacquinne's name pops up. Dialing back her number, I press the phone against my ear. “Hello” “Luna” her voice filters through, “I have been calling you”

I followed Kara, and we rushed to the scene. Two girls were locked in a fierce battle. “Isn’t that Clarice, the bully who snatched my ID card?” I asked, recognizing one of the fighters. “Yeah,” Kara confirmed. “But who’s that other girl?” I inquired. “Hmm, that’s Lorna,” Kara said thoughtfully. “Lorna? Wow, she must be rich by her look,” I observed, noting Lorna’s expensive clothes and confident demeanor. “Yeah, very. Her dad owns a lot of casinos, and her mom is a surgeon,” Kara explained.

It had dark wood, gold accents, crystal chandeliers, and the faint scent of cigar smoke and expensive perfume. At the end of the grand hallway, she waited. Isabella Moretti, the undisputed Queen of the Moretti Crime Family. Tall, elegant, and devastatingly beautiful in a tailored black suit that hugged her curves. Long raven hair cascaded down her back. Her sharp green eyes scanned my naked, rain-soaked, cum-stained body with cold hunger and dark amusement. “So this is the famous Lila Bennett,” she purred, her voice like velvet wrapped around steel. “The Club sold you to me as my personal trophy. A shared plaything for the entire family.”

"Come. Sit." I sat. She looked at me the way she always did, like she could see straight through whatever face I had decided to wear tonight. "How was the ceremony?" she asked. "Wonderful," I said. "Very glamorous. Very expensive. Very not us. Elder Mara wore her good robes. The ones without the gravy stain. So you know it was a special occasion." My mother's mouth curved. "And?" "And Victoria Hale is going to be Luna." I kept my voice light. "The whole pack is very excited. Someone released actual flower petals into the air Mama. With their hands. Like they had nothing better to do with them."

It didn’t. I dressed in silence, the fabric rough as I pulled it over the welts along my back and ass. It clung unpleasantly to my skin, the faint scent of dried blood lingering no matter how hard I had scrubbed. The collar shifted as I moved, the metal tag tapping softly against my collarbone with each breath. I had just smoothed the hem when a soft knock came at the door. I froze. The door opened without waiting for an answer. She stepped inside. Luna Orion. Mistress Orion to me.

When he shook Wardric's hand, he seemed to be amused by the sound of the beads crashing against each other. “I'm not sure I've heard of you before? Are you related to her? Wardric inquired, confused and perplexed. “Eww no. I am Jalon Barr, the international modelling sensation. You know, like the face of Social Media on Ithea, the next Champion? ” Jalon inquired, surprised that Wardric had no idea who he was. Wardric, on the other hand, had no notion who was shaking his hand. “Hello, my name is Norval Greensmith," Norval pushed Jalon away and shook Wardric's hand, saying, "It's a pleasure to meet you."