Lucianne Freesia Paw Novels & Stories

Fred. —This wine is really delicious. — said Luciana, Mrs. Lisa smiled at her with true affection. —It's because it's one of our specialties, it's called Frozen Rosé. — Luciana smiled with fascination, Santiago couldn't stop looking at her, he had noticed a special shine in her eyes as soon as they arrived and saw the incredible place. The place was incredible and spacious, it had a large parking lot and parking for many cars. —I love it, I will definitely have our wedding here —Irina said determinedly. - Do you agree? —She asked her fiancé

If she wasn't here with him in Petl's home, she'd have grabbed his face and given him a smacking kiss. But, she slapped his arms. "You're so naughty, jeez." Lucian shrugged and spoke. Remnants of laughter are still evident in his voice. "Well, I'll be anything for you." "Ahem." Lucian changed his posture from leaning forward to touch noses with Anna to facing Petl who appeared to be less bothered by the two love birds. "I got you this. That's mistflower powder." Petl handed her a small bottle containing a blue substance.

After knocking, he entered. "Lily, do you have a photo of Abigail?" he asked. Lily got down from her bed and fetched her diary. Opening it she brought out a picture of the family on her birthday. "This is Abigail Shawn," She pointed at a young lady standing next to her father, with long wavy black hair. "She didn't like taking pictures. We forced her to take this picture," Lily revealed. Luis scanned and sent the image to his friend to search for details of her using the image.

It was supposed to be a sequined dress, but it looked like there was barely enough material in my hands to create a bikini, much less a full outfit. Still, the material held her scent. The delicately floral combination of sweetpea’s and jasmine on a hot summer’s afternoon. And it was enough to make me salivate. But there, underneath the heady mixture perfume that was my mate, was another scent. A masculine scent. The idea of another man touching what was mine was enough to emit a low growl of disapproval. My blood running hot at the idea and the familiar sensation of fury clawing its way through my blood.

FLASHBACK 8 The female creature in the garden played around the green fields with no care in the world and with no idea that over a million spirits were watching her, especially their head. The most fascinated spirit and the most annoyed. Lucifer watched her jump around with a floating creature on the air. It’s appearance was very strange, it basically had no head just a pair of small colorful wings. The ability of the creature to survive without a head was beyond Lucifer’s mind. As the female jumped around, the two large lumps on her chest danced with her and Lucifer struggled greatly not to look at them.

she asserted, her voice steady and unwavering. A flicker of anger crossed Lucifer's face as he retorted, "You're not a sex doll. A doll has no freedom. But you... you have freedom." His words were laced with bitterness. Undeterred, Lucinda made up her mind. "I am going," she declared, unfurling her majestic wings in readiness to take flight. Ignoring Lucifer's presence, she soared away from him, leaving the oppressive atmosphere of his chamber behind. Finding solace within the sanctuary of their shared home, Lucinda landed gracefully and sank onto the bed. As evening settled in, exhaustion weighed heavily upon her, and she yearned for the return of Medusa, seeking solace in her familiar pres

"And what a lovely Luna she is." Neal moved to stand beside Noah. "Get out, Lucien. This is a sacred ceremony." "But I come bearing gifts!" Lucien said, spreading his hands wide. He looked around the room, his gaze moving over the nervous pack members. "I merely wanted to see the woman who has both Whitemore brothers wrapped around her little finger." His eyes narrowed on the marks on my neck. "Two mating marks? How... unusual." The pack members began to murmur nervously. I could feel their fear.

Lena's POV. I hummed a sweet, melodious tune as I walked down from the market with a bag of groceries in my hand. I couldn't get his voice out of my mind. I was excited. Too excited. He promised to marry me, he promised to make me his Luna. And even as I silently flung open the door, I could hear his voice in my head. Literally. “Yes! oh god! Yes! Come on, fuck the shit out of me” a loud moan snapped me out of my head. I froze looking straight ahead at the couch.

I stared at her and shook my head. I picked another color that I thought would be too bright for her but since that was what she wanted then I'll apply it to her. "Do not waste my time, do that fast and polish my shoes" she sneered, glaring at me. I simply nodded and started polishing her nails as fast and neat as I could. Few minutes in, the door opened and Anna, the last daughter of the Luna walked into the room smiling widely but immediately her eyes met with mine, her smiles vanished and was replaced with a scowl.

He licked the tiny drop of blood from the fresh, golden glowing mark on my neck, his hot breath lingering against my skin. He didn't let go of my waist. He kept me pinned securely against his broad chest, his bright golden eyes scanning my stunned face. I stared up at him, gasping for air, my hand rising to touch the throbbing, warm mark on my neck. I was no longer just a discarded kitchen maid. The royal bond was forged. I am officially bound to the Lycan King, I am the Luna of Volca-Crest .