Lynn Meaning Novels & Stories

Lorraine thought hard and long before she said, “I don’t know why I am super attached to you out of all three, maybe you remind me of myself back when I was a child, which is crazy because I don’t remember my past. But I think I will name you Layla. It means you are a mini version of me.” Lorraine said as she faced all of them and smiled.

Lynn had beautiful features, she was a blonde, she had thick long eyelashes, green eyes and the body of a model, she was 5'10 ft tall while I was barely 5'5 ft tall. Lynn got her looks from our mother, despite the fact that mom was ageing she was very beautiful. Dad was a good-looking man as well. I couldn't understand where I got my looks from since I was short, chubby, and had boring brown eyes. Lynn on the other hand was well endowed, despite being the younger one she had so many suitors, and she had the love of both my parents.

Lynn said, turning back to Trampvamp who was fuming with some much anger she was spitting with every breath. “So, listen Tramp, can I call you Tramp it’s much easier than Trampvamp, you know what never mind. So look, we’re kinda in a rush, it would nice if you can just take whatever Lycans you have left, and take it in for the night. I'm just saying sometimes you have to regroup and try again next time. That doesn't make your a loser and a sucky ass queen.” Lynn said walking pass the men walking up to the Vampire Queen who looked at Lynn like she was crazy.

"Yaacob, do you really want to kill me? Are you really going to abandon me and my father for that woman?" Hearing that, Yaacob's lips curled up mockingly. "Weren't you the ones trying to scheme against me first?" Lynn felt a bit guilty. She dusted off her skirt and stood up. She walked over and said, "I want to talk to you. Can you let me in?" "Stay right there." Lynn was the daughter of the president. She was usually treated like a princess everywhere she went. She remembered her task for the day and said, "I—"

Maximus clears his throat, his sharp glare warning her to stop staring. Her name is Lynnel. She is gorgeous, dressed in all black, with cold green eyes that look like they’ve seen so much—eyes that can tell danger from good a mile away. Even though I doubt her intentions, something about her presence makes it easier to breathe. “I never imagine the young girl could be this powerful,” she whispers, her gaze locked on mine, still in awe. “I feel it. I feel her power from miles away. And she is…” Lynnel pauses, inhaling deeply as if breathing me in. “She is beautifully… destructive.”

“Levi? " Lyon was surprised when Selene told him what she wanted to name their future child. “Lyon, that means unite. He brought the two of us together again because if that didn't happen, he wouldn't have formed in my tummy." Selene happily explained. Lyon smiled, what else could he do if his wife had already made a decision about this. He also couldn't think of anything to name here because he knew he was busy thinking about preparing for the fight with the Petersons.

That promise made Lynn's smile grow even bigger and brighter, and then she moved forward to hug him tightly. Unless the new version of Liora is not pretty or attractive, or I do not end up falling for her all over again like I did the first time, Myrrak thought privately to himself as he returned the hug that Lynn was giving him. He buried his face in her hair, breathing in her scent. He did not say those thoughts out loud because he did not want to hurt Lynn's feelings, but he could not help wondering if history would repeat itself once he saw Liora who is now being called Nyxoria in person. ***

“Are you…are you okay with that? He’s a ranked wolf of royal blood. That doesn’t really scream submission. Can you…..can you handle that? Is Vonte like that?” “As far as I can tell, Vonte isn’t like that at all, and I don’t even think he knows that about his brother. There’s a story there, and I hope Devonte tells it to me one day. As far as me handling it….” Lynn puts her head down and plays with her fingers. “I….I want him to be happy; he’s my mate. But….” I place my hand on Lynn’s to still her. She looks up at me. There’s worry in her eyes. I try to convey my love and acceptance to her. “I’ve always been interested in it. I’ve watched a few videos and the idea of a man doing whatever I sa

She shook her head, and a tear slipped out. Carly stepped forward. My skin prickled with the magic surrounding her. “You want to run because he made you believe you are not worthy of love, of care, but that is far from the truth.” She raised her hand slowly and gently took Lynn’s. “Let his words fade from your mind. Let the three spirited one in. You will find your peace once again.” Lynn trembled as she stared down at the little girl in front of her. “Who are you?” The words were whispered but held so much wonder.