Lyana Stark Novels & Stories

In her place stood a woman made of ice and steel. My hair was dyed a platinum blonde so pale it was almost white, cut in a sharp, asymmetrical bob that framed my jaw like a blade. I wore a tailored crimson suit that screamed money, and on my hands, my most valuable assets, I wore thin, white leather gloves. "Dr. Vale?" The soft voice of my assistant, Elena, broke the silence. I didn't turn around. "Is he ready?" "Yes, ma'am. Alpha Sterling is prepped in Suite One. He... he’s losing a lot of blood, Doctor. His beta is threatening to tear the lobby apart if you don't hurry."

It burns, in a good way. “Why?” I say, because none of this adds up. “Why bother?” Knox studies me. “You know who Rayana is?” “Of course.” I remember her from the pack newsletters. Supermodel, business mogul, former girlfriend of the Lycan King. Most gorgeous woman alive, according to Cosmo and every shifter gossip site. “She’s your ex.”

"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!"

"Hi, Liyana Fontaine. I'm Mr. Sterling’s friend. Do you know who Mr. Sterling is?" Liyana’s lip trembled. "The man who wants to take me." Gasps exploded throughout the courtroom. "Why do you think he wants to take you Liyana?" Lucass lawyer asked. "Because he said so " Liyana said. "At the park. He said Mommy doesn't love me. He said she gave me away." "Do you believe that Liyana ?" Lucas’s lawyer asked. "No " Liyana said. "Mommy loves me."

Another voice, sharp, female, and dripping with disdain, cut through the murmurs. The crowd parted as a tall woman with sharp features and cold eyes stepped forward. Lydia. One of Killian's elite warriors and a notorious bully who'd made my life miserable in my past life. "The Luna," Lydia said the title like an insult, "who's never trained a day in her life, thinks she can tell us how to run our training grounds?" More laughter. Louder this time. "You should go back to your tea parties and embroidery," Lydia continued, stepping closer with predatory grace. "Leave the real work to real wolves."

So he had to endure the pain and crawl away. Lyana looked at the closed elevator door with resentment. She blamed Nicole for all the disdain Jared had shown her today. She tore the handkerchief in her hand into pieces. Mr. Rogers Sr.'s warning gradually faded from her mind, and only the sound in the air came from the gritting of her teeth. "Nicole!" Lyana was not in the mood for the medical checkup now, so she turned around and left with her men.

Elana studied them before she turned to the woman on her other side who looked much cooler than the rest who wanted to fuck Lebron on the dance floor at that moment. "Who is she?" The woman saw where she pointed and turned to Elana in shock and surprise. "You don't know who Liliana Is? What planet are you from?" Elana held back her anger from being offended by her question and held back the urge to snap her neck before insistingly pointing at the area where the two had sat down now, surrounded by guards. "Just tell me who she is… I'm new here.. " "It doesn't matter if you're arriving in this city right now. If you know Lebron, you'll Liliana. She's nicknamed the fashion goddess because she o

I wanted to tell her that even if this woman was beautiful, her beauty was nothing compared to hers. "I apologize for being late, I just came from a charity event," she said as she sat down beside Atticus. She must be the Luna. "I'm Nicole Hutton," she introduced herself, "First Lady of Hutton Empire." "It's a pleasure to meet you." Rayne smiled at her. "Forgive my question, but you're not a vampire, am I right?" Nicole asked Rayne. "No, I'm not. I'm a gifted human," Rayne answered her.

"Did you really think you could intimdate me because you're loaded with money? Because you're an Austin? Do you think your money has any value to me? Think again. "You're looking remorseful now because you've realized who I am. What if you didn't get to know my identity? Let me tell you, learn to respect people regardless of who or what they are. This attitude of yours won't get you anywhere in life. "I screamed because I thought that substance was something else. By the way, you asked if my parents can afford that wine. To answer you, my parents can buy you and everything involving you and they'll still have change. I am Annabelle Siromani and you will not disrespect me or my family."

But if the Dark Child was the daughter of Estelel to Jilroid and she was her daughter to that means the Dark Child is her sister and Margarette was her aunt. “What do you want from me, Ánië?” She asked as memories of her past were brought back to her. “We only got one fragment of the Nromais.” “Don’t worry. I really don’t need them. Simple. I want the Hristoax that Estelel gave me.” “The Hristoax? But that’s mine!” “You stole it from me!” “Liar! You greedy woman!” She won’t hand the damn thing down. Ánië made three strides and was in front of her in a second; she curled her hands on her neck and choked her to death. “Give me the Hristoax.”