Luz Clawthorne Novels & Stories

To add her own touch to this look, she handpicked a choker necklace with hundreds, if not thousands, tiny diamonds. She’d probably faint if she were presented with a calculation of how much this overall look. Accepting this look is simply a representation of the change that was about to happen. This is not a Cinderella moment where she’d wear something nice and turn back into her old self when the clock strikes twelve. There’s no backing out now. Katherine Isobelle Laurent, wife of Nikolai Laurent, the heir to Laurent Aeroglobal Enterprises. She heard slow clapping from the back together with the sound of clicking heels echoing through the walk-in closet. Not knowing who to expect, she held

Her claws flashed like lightning as one after another fell around her. But the mist kept coming. Stronger. Thicker. And then I felt it. Her. The one woman who wanted nothing more than to claim her daughter and turn her into something, A weapon the Geovanni had failed to forge. He had succeeded for a long time, butut once she saw the reality… once she saw the truth… everything was different.

Colt replied. The woman turned to Lauren, her smile widening. "Good morning, ma'am." Lauren flinched. Ma'am? The title felt like a suit that was five sizes too big. She forced a small, polite smile. "Good morning. And please... call me Lauren." Colt led her to the massive velvet sofa and sat beside her, crossing his legs and leaning back. "Lauren," he said, "this is Vivian. She isn't just a cook. She's a world-class chef. She spent five years at The Clove Club in London. Her specialty is continental cuisine, and I promise you, she can make a piece of toast taste like a five-star meal."

Then she took the hand of a little girl, around seven years old with dark brown hair and adorable grey eyes. Abby smiled, “Luna Zariah, Alpha Isaac, this is Chloe. She is our very popular decorator.” I smiled, “Hello, Chloe. We appreciate you coming down on such short notice.” Chloe giggled, “You’re very welcome, Luna. I need to practice more, so this gives me a chance for that. Would you like to see the drawing?” I nodded, “I would love that.”

"Mr. Hamilton, you're finally awake!" It was no surprise that Larissa could cure Ambrose. Scarlett said, "There are reports of the appearance of clones who are attacking wealthy people. Things aren't looking great!" Just then, an image flashed past the television screen in the living room. It showed a person in a black cloak and silver mask. Larissa and Ambrose recognized her immediately—that was Twilight! Twilight looked into the camera and said, "Everyone, I'm here to let you know that tomorrow's stock market will go down in history. Have fun!"

“I can do this.” I wasn't sure if I was convincing him or myself. The council chamber felt different this time. Heavier. The five elders sat in their usual positions, but there was a sixth person—a thin woman with hollow eyes and unwashed hair, radiating grief so thick I felt it before I even opened my empathic senses. Oh no. “Luna candidate Sophie Turner,” Elder Thompson began. “This is Claire Morrison.” The woman didn't look at me. Didn't look at anything, really.

She is fuming at me. I couldn't help it when I saw her on the floor with Clayton pressing her breasts against his arm. Alpha reacted immediately. I'm lucky I was able to pull him back enough not to kill Clayton. He is a promising warrior and doesn't know he was filling up his own Luna. My mate is in a bra and shorts that leave nothing to the imagination making me want to rip my shirt off and cover her with it. All my wolves in the gym now know this is their Luna from earlier. Lisa grabs a sweater from beside the ring, and I sigh with happiness until I take in her new appearance. The hoodie swallows her but leaves her amazing legs on display. My manhood hardens instantly.

JOSH : The sun dipped low on the horizon, casting a golden hue over the quiet suburban street. Josh stood on the doorstep, his heart pounding with a mix of nerves and anticipation. He had just met Clara, Clad’s mother, earlier that day at the local coffee shop. She was stunning—her long, wavy hair cascading over her shoulders, her smile warm and inviting. When she mentioned she was making dinner and invited him over, he couldn’t refuse. Clad, her son, was out working late, and the thought of spending time with her alone was both thrilling and dangerous.

"Kick this pathetic bitch out of this store right now!" Lydia’s voice rose to a shrill, manic shriek that pierced the refined silence of the boutique. She was waving Charlie’s black titanium Centurion card right in the trembling face of Chloe, the sales associate. "She is a poor, useless thief! She doesn't belong in a place of this caliber! Look at her, trying to buy clothes with Tyler Hawthorne’s handouts! I am a Vane, and I demand you throw her out onto the street where she belongs!"

MARIA'S POV. The next morning came quickly. And for the first time in years, I slept like a child who had no reason to worry. I.was finally going to get my revenge on Allen. I walked down the marble stairs with my hand on the railing. The house was quiet. For a moment I felt like I was the only person alive. Adam was a busy woman. Unlike me who stayed in the shadows, Adam liked the spotlight— everything was to help me anyway.