Luz Clawthorne Novels & Stories

“We’ll help you break that sky blue barricade around her body, King!” suggested Claudia Luvin. Lisa Felisha and Claudia Luvin started to emit their dark brown lights. The dark brown lights shone towards Sumico’s whole body which was still covered by her sky blue breath. Feeling tremendously jumpy as well as nervous, Sumico carried on closing her eyes tightly and praying at the quay of her thought, mind and feeling.

"I know, but Damon…" My mother had suddenly appeared at the door, attracted by the brewing noise; her eyes had grown wide as she spotted Damon and Cassandra half-naked. "What is the meaning of this, Damon? Annie, why are you sobbing?" Cassandra seized the opportunity. She pointed at the pizza I mistakenly spilled on the floor. "Look, Mrs. Scarlett! Your ‘precious’ daughter tried to sneak in and attack Damon! She's trying to get obsessed with him! She doesn't want to accept that the Alpha already chose me. Your daughter keeps doing crazy things even when I'm the true Luna. I have been waiting for this poor thing of yours to leave him for me!"

The Uninvited Dragon The crystal chandeliers in the main hall of The Savoy cast a dazzling light over the perfectly polished marble dance floor. Tonight, Lumiere Industries was celebrating the launch of its newest AI division, a move that had sent shockwaves through London’s stock market. However, the main attraction was not the technology, but the woman standing beside the CEO, Julian Lumiere. Liora known to the world tonight as "Elaine White" looked stunning in an elegant midnight blue gown with an open back design.

CLARA'S POV The television screen in my study was a square of humiliation. I watched the woman—Maya Thorne, she called herself now—sit in the hot seat of that vulgar talk show and dismantle months of careful work with nothing more than a trembling voice and a printed photograph. She didn't argue. She didn't defend. She testified. And the audience, that fickle, sentimental mob, ate it up.

Lyra Thorne stood at the center of the South Wing solarium, her long black hair flowing around her like a mane of midnight. She was no longer wearing the mask, and she was no longer hiding her aura. The room was filled with a soft, pulsing violet light that seemed to emanate from her very skin.

L. All eyes snaps to Prince Callum as he gracefully rises, offering a courteous wave to the crowd. And the partner’s initials are… L.W.” Linda Williams! Pipers and Lindsay's distant cousin! she leaps up, her face filled with joyous disbelief as she waves at Callum whose mouth has dropped open in a perfect “O” "No way! That thing?!” Her cousin Lindsay explodes, jumping to her feet. “She’s uglier than a troll. She can't possibly win a famed prince!”

I took out my phone and sent a message to Wendy right in front of everyone’s faces. “Don’t do it, Claude. Lloyd is definitely just kidding around. You’re dating Naomi here!” “That’s right, Claude. She’s the general manager of Glazed Light. It’ll be hard to wrap things up if you take that last step.” “Say something, Lloyd! Are you trying to ruin the company?!” “Since all of you think that Miss Clark is a hard target, should we get someone easier?” Lloyd smiled calmly and intentionally twisted their words.

He told her. "If you do that, you wouldn't be seeing him today. I'm his right hand. The person after him. I could put in words for you to enable the meeting hold today, if you want me to. Otherwise, I'll return to my office," Caitlyn voiced out with her usual smile. Martin clenched his teeth and his fists in anger. The smile she held irritated him. To be the right hand of lawyer Bernard, she must be extremely smart and intelligent. Martin despised smart women.

I said. "Why?" Maxwell asked. I wasn't expecting him to ask. I was expecting Clay to ask that question. I guess the whole warming thing had softened him. "That bitch is too much work. She is rude, arrogant and impossible to deal with. I can't deal with her shit. She also has a sense of entitlement. She didn't even say thank you for the stuff I got her. She is a grade-A bitch." I complained, and Clay began to laugh. "She is a Valkin Alpha's child, Lucian. What did you expect?" Maxwell said.