Lute Pfp Novels & Stories

Have a great day lovelots. Celeste ✨❤️

They have never affected me like most others which was a problem for a long while, mainly while taking training lessons with Alpha Andrew’s, but as quickly as I felt it it went away so I didn’t think much of it. When I’m finally in my room I go to my closet and pick out something a little more comfortable keeping the pants and boots but changing my shirt into a burgundy tank top. I want to wear shorts but Kristy would have a fit if she saw my thigh tattoo. When I get my shirt over my head n tuck it in I walk to my adjoining bathroom brush my teeth then put on deodorant and some mascara before I hear Kelly scream.

"You wanna see this slut with nothing on?" "Girls—strip her." I fought like a wild thing, but they were too many. They tore at my clothes until I was down to my underwear. "One million likes, and we finish the job! Only a hundred thousand to go!" Betty shoved her phone in my face, forcing me to watch the likes climb. "One hundred thousand… ninety… eighty-two… Not bad, puttana. You really pull the viewers." In the blur of the chat, one username flashed: LucasGambino.

“My wolf, Lisa, has this fun, spontaneous personality. She helps me become the character I created for the public and gives me the confidence I need.” “You should let that side out more often,” Liam suggested. “That’d make it way too obvious I’m Lisa if I did,” I said with a grin. “But seriously, thank you both for coming—and for caring.” “We’re your friends. We’ll always be here for you,” Annie said, hugging me. I hugged her back, then gave Liam a hug too before saying goodbye. Liliane loved the livestream so much she even reposted it to my profile as an official post. I was surprised by the buzz it created. The comments just kept pouring in. My dear Mister Mysterious… looks like you’re bec

Fear floods my chest. *************************************** My i_n_s_t_a_g_r_a_m is (author_pixie)

Hashtags blink back at me. #FindLuna #SaveLuna #FreeLuna Some are sincere. Some are memes. A fan thread debates whether I’m in a bunker, a yacht, or buried in someone’s vineyard. One particularly creative edit puts a ball and chain on my ankle with Dante’s face as the iron weight. I shut the laptop. Pick up my guitar instead. The strings are slightly out of tune. So am I. I play anyway. Chords that feel like muscle memory rather than inspiration.

I was basically wearing three pieces of matching black lace and a pair of red heels that were legally classified as lethal weapons. “You’ve got that I’m going to eat you alive look in your eyes. Spill it, who’s the lusty mark?” I checked the floor through the velvet curtain sighting a guy in a charcoal suit. “Table four. He’s been staring at the stage for an hour, smelling like old money and suppressed aggression.” I smirked “my Favourite combination.” Ooh a broody one,” Jax chuckled slapping my hip affectionately. “Go get him, girl I’ve got the 10pm pole set. Don’t be too long, or I’ll have to start the show without my Favourite backup.”

I waited, he turned his phone around. It was a photo of me and Tyler in the library, his hand adjusting mine mid sign, both of us leaning slightly toward each other over the table. Taken from outside the library window, slightly through glass, but clear. The caption on the post read: *is she teaching him how to talk to her or just finding creative ways to hold his hand? asking for the guy she actually wants* I stared at the screen. "Posted an hour ago," Lucas said. "And it has already been shared fourteen times."

l stared at the name for a second before rejecting it then a message followed immediately. MAYA. WHY IS LEO THORNE POSTING YOUR STUFF? My stomach dropped. I turned to Leo. “What did you do?”He held up his phone, completely unbothered. “Posted.” “What did you post?” “A picture.” “Of what?”He turned the screen toward me. My camera bag.Taken ten minutes ago. Right here in this office. The angle was slightly off, like he didn’t care about framing. No caption.Just a blue heart. I blinked. “A blue heart?”

Maybe it’s April and this is some elaborate April fool’s prank. But the date doesn’t read April. Hunter lets out an awkward laugh as he rubs the back of his neck. “When you say Masked LRT…” He points uncertainly at her. “You mean THE Masked LRT? That legendary artist who disappeared three years ago? The one with millions of followers around the world?” To our complete shock, Lori nods. Then she calmly unlocks her phone, opens I*******m and taps into an account before turning the screen toward us. Masked LRT, verified. Will millions of followers.