Lovina Novels & Stories

His face is blurry to me. His voice is muffled. I inhale as my eyes shut. Now too heavy to open. But a scent fills my nostrils, a family scent. I cling to it as I truly fall into oblivion. ---- Andrea Something soft is touching my face. Patting my cheek delicately. Andrea. Open your eyes. I don't want to though. I'm warm, comfortable. The softness continues to caress my face. Leaving tingles trailing it as it moves.

I moved here, I didn't settle in, I just needed a place to exist, a place far from them. Danielle and Xavier are in Italy, no idea what they are doing, but heard they were making some changes to their company. Fiona and Caden are in Los Angeles, this is the first time since their wedding they woudn't be in Italy. I exhale shakingly as I remember their baby girl, she has propably forgotten me, she'll be six months soon, and I miss her -Lily Viola Blu. I blink back tears, knowing that I failed her, I failed all of them.

It was calm and peaceful but almost like a whisper like there was something stuck in the speaker's throat making their voice come out as if, along with white noise. The both of them turned around to the speaker, it was none other than Jelena Savage herself! The Coalition Chieftess of the Als race!

With this information, I can reunite Anna with her Mum. Hey Boss, yeah, Kelly come on in. This came in today and I think it's the smoking gun we need to close the Wilson case (Maria Wilson, a 30-year-old single mother was allegedly involved in the burglary of a jewelry store in Greenwood that resulted in the death of the business owner. Maria was arrested and sent to jail separated from her daughter and will give anything to see her daughter again). Hmmmn, this is good Kelly, let's use this to bring Maria home and unite her with her daughter. Thanks Boss.

She pointed to the door, he was protesting again. "But-" "Chop chop, that way...go." She ushered removing his arms that we're strongly wrapped around her waist. He cupped her cheeks and squeezed lightly. "Maria Gracia. I'm in love with you." His words were the only strength she needed. "Likewise, I am in love with you too." ~~

Gwen turned to her two boardmates and blew out the cigarette smoke from her mouth. "Who else? It's his multi-billionaire jowa! (boyfriend)" Rona replied to him. "Ah, the one he says is the owner of famous beauty products? What's his name again? Adam? Adonis? Allan?" Lisa asked while wiping her red hair with a towel. Gwen approached them and sat in the empty seat. "Adante, Adante Kier Bautista." He pointed at the same time he drank a cup of coffee that Rona had brewed earlier.

Vittoria's POV My heart pounded against my chest, my mind racing with so many thoughts and questions. My hand trembled as I scrolled through my call log. It wasn't the same number that called me before, but it was the same country code, +374. They probably just changed the number, I searched the code online to see that it was for Kazakhstan. “That is not possible,”I murmured to myself. The person is obviously here, in New York. You can't hide forever, Vittoria Russo.

Something about them wasn’t adding up. The cream smelled of lavender and something else and looked similar to what Jared had given her. She took a little with the tip of her finger and lifted her shirt. “That looks more than a little bruised, Ava,” Alpha Diego said as he put some drinks on the table. The cream seemed to work the moment it touched her skin, so she wondered if Iulia had whipped it up herself. Relief made her sit back and take her first full breath since Mr Hansson had broken her ribs.

“You aged gracefully, Loraine” Smiling at her visitor, Loraine opened the door wider to let her visitor inside her home, “You are late, Queen Anastasia Tatiana Bellarosa Regis. An honour is mine to have the Queen of Averna in my humble home”

I had spent years believing he was lost forever, only to have him standing here, right in front of me. “I’m so sorry,” I whispered. “For being harsh. For being rude. I didn’t know…” Vincent squeezed my hand. “It’s okay, Anna.” “But what happened? Vincent or should I say Jace?” “Mhm what's this?” I closed my eyes savouring the delicacy. “It's Pan-Seared Maine Lobster.” He answered. “What?” I laughed. He smiled “A succulent, 2-pound Maine lobster tail, seared and served with a cognac-infused lobster bisque.