Lyn-z Novels & Stories

“We’ll see about that, Ledger. Get on.” We take off even faster than before, the engine roaring as I squeeze the throttle and we bullet through the narrow streets. Zli holds tight to my waist, and I can feel the frantic rhythm of his heart against my back, mirroring the vibration of the machine. His coat whips through the air like a dark flag of war. We break every speed limit law in New York, running more red lights than I can count as we blast toward the Lincoln Tunnel. None of it matters now—all that does is catching Lydia Moretti before she disappears into the clouds forever.

I eyed my phone wearily. Lincoln: You. Are. A. Giant. Huge. Ass. Hole. Sorry it had to be said, and if you ever use her in that way again, even if it's for her own good, I'm calling up Zane's "mafia" cousin and ordering a hit on your pathetic body! Got it? Zane: Stop putting fake quotes around mafia, I told you, it's true! They live in Chicago, oh and, agreed with Linc, sorry man, but he's right. You messed up big.

Brutus replied, and left immediately. Lynx closed his eyes and began thinking of how many times he would go at it with Zoey once he got hold of her. His thoughts were filled with how good her always-tight womanly area was. The thoughts of Zoey filled his head with images of lascivious and intimate moments between them. He has momentarily forgotten about the unsuccessful war against the white phoenix pack. Lynx's laryngeal prominence bobbed up and down as he swallowed hard. He thought to himself that Zoey will have to do more work pleasuring him today.

I Lyft to Gonner at seven thirty. Gonner is owned by a friend of Adrian so we frequented this club from time to time. When I see Zach, the bouncer at the door, I give him a smile. He nods his bald head to me and unlatching the rope to let me pass. Protests from those who’s been standing in line to get in shadows my way into the hottest club in New York City.

ZION "Zion, for fucks sakes. Can't you keep your hands to yourself," Kendra fumed as she swatted my fingers away from her, "Didn't your mama teach you not to mess with a black girl's weave!" The scowl on her face amused me as well the red weave she decided to get during the weekend.

November 11th "Good evening Alpha Xander Kuznetsov," Leo said as he opened the door to a tall man. He had jet black hair and icy blue eyes. His features were sharp and manly and had a dark stubble framed his jaw. "Good evening, Alpha Leonardo Loren," he said in a thick Russian accent as they shook hands. "Good to see you," Leo said, shaking his hand too. "This is my Beta, Blair, my Gamma, Luca and my Luna, Ella."

Usually there will be a big party, but since we are going to the club tonight and we invited everyone to come, I didn't want to bother. They still call me Beta but deep down I know I am destined to be Zander’s Luna. I feel bad about the deception. It hurts a little that I have to keep this secret from my family, from Ollie and Brent, but right now, I’m not ready to tell them. I can’t tell them until I figure it out myself.

"Hey, don't flick me again, okay? It hurts. And listen, since I'm a very generous minded person, I don't care if you date Lake or not. It's totally up to you." "You're a gone case," Lynn heaved a sigh, shaking his head. "Let's eat lunch. That would possibly clear your head." "My head is clear as water. What aboutLynn Vandestine "We should have taken a fucking flight. It will take a road to hell if we keep moving by your car," groans Mahone beside him, looking at the road impatiently Lynn frowns after hearing about his favorite Mercedes-Benz. "There's no flight available within three hours. I already checked," he replies, gripping the steering wheel more tightly

He seems to have left already. She heads to the toilet to freshen up a little. Splashing water on her face, she studies her face. Her one eye is a dark hazel color and the other one is bright green, which gives her a rather unique appeal. However, her usually smooth skin is pale and pearly. There are hints of dark circles under her eyes and her lips are dry. The past few weeks have been hard on her and it shows on her face now. People say that she has an angelic appearance, innocent and pure.

I would rather remain a slave to them than become a Luna like her. What would people say when they find out their Luna used to be a slave. What would I say when I stand in front of people. I’m only eighteen how would I be a mother to the entire pack? No one will respect an eighteen year old as their Luna. My phone beep in my pocket distracting my thoughts. I took the phone out and smiled at the text notification on my screen. It was from Luiz in our group chat Luiz:yo bitches!! I reacted immediately, I was about to drop a greeting but Sera beat me to it.