Lorna Of Fiction Novels & Stories

"He said all of Karen's friends were allowed to come and stay here as long as they wanted. He also said it will be good for Karen's wellbeing since he believes they will help her regain her memories. The worker explained. Elinda sneered angrily, loud enough for everyone out there to hear. What the hell? She screamed inwardly. Since she wouldn't succeed in bullying Karen, she made up her mind to try and get as close as she could to her and make her believe that she was Alpha's fiancée. Since Karen had lost her memories, she believed she had forgotten the fact that she was once the Luna of that pack. The thing she was not aware of was that Karen had lost no memories and was just pretending. Ev

I sat before the dresser mirror to catch my breath, and the woman in the mirror stared back at me. Her lips were cold and purple, she looked gaunt and exhausted, as if she aged ten years in just a few hours. Her eyes were equally tired, and she made it seem as if living was a chore. After today, I wouldn't be that woman, and I wouldn't be the one in the luxurious silk and purple garments. I was neither the pitiful broken woman who was a pushover, nor the princess decked in luxury. I was Rona Campbell, the fugitive of blood wolf pack. I have enjoyed this luxury, and made good memories to look back on, enough to last a lifetime. I should leave before I sank further into the quagmire—before it

I won’t give them the satisfaction of seeing fear crawl across my skin. A low murmur ripples through the crowd when I lift my chin higher. Let them look. Let them wonder if the traitor’s daughter still has enough bite to scar a king. “This one,” the auctioneer croons, voice dripping honey and poison, “is pure-blooded from the old Moonglade line. Untouched. Spirited. A Luna, if broken properly.” A thick chuckle rumbles somewhere to my left. A wolf in a velvet coat runs his tongue along his teeth like he’s already tasted me.

“We have to show them the real memory.” “How?” Ronan growled. “Do we fight the pretty flute-boy?” “We can’t fight him with swords,” Liora said. “We have to fight his story with a better one. The true one.” She closed her eyes, pushing past the beautiful, haunting melody, and she ignored Nereus and focused on the cove itself. On the rocks, the water, the air, she reached for the memory of this place, searching for the truth beneath the lie. It was like trying to find a needle in a mountain of wool. The song was everywhere, smothering everything, she pushed deeper, thinking of Lytheria, not the peaceful, sleeping city, but a city in terror.

•••• AFTER FRANÇOIS'S DEATH It had been more than six months since Francois's death, and Margo had intended to leave France long ago, but specific tasks, such as selling their properties, had taken longer than expected. However, she had finally completed it and had just been paid the full amount owed to her. Margo considered confronting Laurent after discovering his cheating, but decided against it. Instead, she decided to eliminate the problem. She and Alain pulled up in front of Lorna's house and approached the door. She had learned that her name was Lorna, and she was a student nurse who had recently relocated from Johannesburg. "Mom, are you sure you want to do this? Alain asked, earning

the Fae Queen links her arms around mine as we walk out of her room. On the way to meet the Oracle, she told me stories about her childhood, explained she was a troublemaking child and how her behaviors would give her parents and the kingdom a headache. She loves to travel between her world and the human world. I can imagine what I just witnessed her transforming into a child. Then she explains how she met her husband, Ragnor. He was her knight and much older than her. He was eighteen, and she was twelve. A six-year gap, but the Queen starts how he would protect her and put up with her naughty acts. As she grows older, she sees a different side of Ragnar. Not as her knight but as the man, sh

I turned to her and it seems like she's so eager to know the answer. "he doesn't come here often. He just visits me from time-to-time" I said. "well, that's good" Tina smiled. That's good? what's that supposed to mean? But I didn't thought about it much and just go along with the girls. They talk so much to the point that I've already knew they family background at one sitting. Lorna is from a family that owns a big farm, the fruits that they are eating right now are from their farm as well. She wants to live a healthy life which is why she also exercise a lot and have a balance diet.

Even when she told lies, people believed her, because she looked too pure to hurt anyone. But under her quiet skin, Lynn’s heart was colder than winter stone. And Liora, poor, fierce Liora, never saw that. It happened when they were sixteen years old. Liora had stormed out of the palace gates one morning after fighting with a court fae. She vanished all day, riding her black mare through the forests. When she returned late that night, mud on her boots and scratches on her cheeks, she found Lynn curled on their shared bed, her black hair tangled, her eyes red and wet with tears.

I told Mateo and closed the mindlink. I looked at the moon and prayed to the moon goddess Selene, the goddess of wolves, to hold and help Lory cope with her emotions, to help her understand that we didn't wish her harm, and that she belonged here. I don't know why such trials were placed on Lory's path, but I know there must be specific reasons for it. Selene doesn't make mistakes; she has her reasons for her actions.

I demanded, spinning around to face her. Lorna turned fully toward me, her expression smug. “Oh, please stop acting so innocent. We all know the nonsense you do behind the scenes, and while we know it’s the easiest way to climb the ranks and live peacefully, we’re just not as characterless as you.” One second, I had my fists clenched, the next I had lunged myself at her without thinking and the sound of my palm connecting with her cheek echoed through the kitchen as Lorna staggered back, then her hand flew to her face and I smiled on seeing that my handprint was clear against her skin.