Loz Irene Novels & Stories

She followed the sound to an open bedroom door and stopped dead in her tracks. Mr. Lorenzo was sitting on the edge of his bed, completely naked. His muscular body was tense with pleasure. One strong hand was wrapped around his thick, hard cock, stroking it slowly. His eyes were glued to his phone. On the screen, Elena recognized one of the videos she had posted on I*******m last month—her in a tight top, dancing playfully at a friend’s party, her breasts bouncing with every move. He was jerking off to her.

Zach had paused, unbeknownst to him. 'jeez, i can smell the tension' Irene teased and Zach eye rolled before walking closer to the seat beside her. 'just ask her out already' She scoffed. 'ask her, ask her' Irene began to chant in his head. 'i haven't even said a word yet-' Zach thought. 'But she knows your name. She knows who you are' 'ask her. ask her!' Her high pitched voice began to bother him before he dropped his bags to the table with his gnashing teeth.

Irene raised her brow at him and he smiled reassuringly. "Let's not talk about her and enjoy this date please?" He pleaded and tugged her inside. "Now darling, where do you want to ride first?" He asked in a very gentle voice. Irene hid her wide smile behind her baseball cap. She loves his accent so much! "Having an organism yet, girl?" Lunox laughed at the back of her mind and Irene turned fifty shades redder. "Oh shut it! Don't embarrass me, Lunox," Irene chided her wolf but the latter only laughed out loud.

Partner. Irene is a tall, voluptuous beautiful woman with thickly braided, bow-adorned, scarlet hair. Her two front braids have two golden ornaments near the upper sections. For clothing, Irene dons a risque version of the typical witch's garb. Her black top has a diamond-shaped opening, exposing the middle of her breasts, which has a white heart mark that covered with Dragon's wing. (Just g****e Irene Belserion and you will have her picture)

Just thinking about Liam made her mad at him, and she just wanted to punch him in the face, but unfortunately, he hadn't been around for two days now. Iris was holding a glass of orange soda on her hands, she took a sip before replying to Erin. "Mm, I'm sorry about that?" Iris said in a caring tone, trying to calm her friend down. Ever Since she got to the Lopez mansion, Erin kept going on about the useless husband Liam, and it was exhausting, couldn't they talk about something else for once.

"Alpha Arlo Desperate to Find His Missing Mate!" Photographs of Lune, radiant and smiling, accompanied each article. The images showcased her beauty, but they also highlighted the stark reality of her absence. Readers scrolled through pictures of her attending classes, laughing with friends, and moments shared with Arlo—each snapshot a reminder of the life she once led. The juxtaposition of her vibrant spirit against the backdrop of her mysterious disappearance fueled public fascination and concern.

Liam nodded, though he didn't fully understand what Jacklyn meant by that. Then, he turned to Irene. "I went to Odore, but she wasn't there. So I came straight to Starborne, and sure enough, here she is." Irene rolled her eyes, feigning disdain. "Is this what love between two big shots looks like? They're able to know where the other is, as if they've got trackers in their heads?" She scoffed to herself internally. She grabbed the sandwich Liam had brought and started munching on it without a care. She ignored the other two and even tactfully gave up her seat and walked out, busy chewing as she went.

Feeling both angry and aggrieved, Irene said, "Laurette, NOBLE Entertainment is a safe haven that Bryce Rodriguez personally built for me. It will eventually fall into my hands. I advise you not to get too emotionally invested, or you will be the one who ends up heartbroken." Irene's words had a double meaning, and I understood them well. "As long as I'm still in this position, I won't slack off. I'll take note of your suggestion, Miss Irene," I replied. "Hmph!" Irene sneered and flipped through the endorsement contracts in front of her. There was one for food, one for sanitary pads, and one for underwear, all from brands I had never heard of before. She threw the contracts in front of me an

#Soul’s Spokesperson: Louis Lucas# #Irene Linwood was a No-Show and was Reprimanded for Being a Poser# Soul Jewelry instantly caused a sensation among netizens after its official account released Louis’ endorsement video on YouTube and other social media platforms. Many netizens thought that if Soul could invite Louis Lucas, the Prince of Violin, and had the balls to replace Irene, it was obvious that Irene had really out-posed herself and had managed to provoke Soul Jewelry. Just as the netizens expressed their different opinions and defended their respective views, Irene’s fans were still whitewashing Irene. They even released a video in which Maisie mentioned that Irene was unworthy to ma

The fireworks are still cracking open the sky. But the warmth from earlier— that stupid, fragile, almost-thing— is already bleeding out. Irene stumbles toward us like a wounded dove who somehow managed to touch up her mascara on the way over. Her phone clutched to her chest. Eyes wide and glassy and aimed directly at Konstantin like he’s the only lighthouse left in a storm she personally orchestrated. “I was feeling so much better,” she breathes, voice catching in all the right places. “And I didn’t want to be left behind.”