Morana Novels & Stories

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Mellana questions the woman in the front door. “Mom? I thought she was your sister!” I exclaim. “Morgan?” Mom calls her. “Melissa!” Mellana’s mother answers with enthusiasm and runs towards my mother, and both women hug each other. “Oh, my Goddess! It’s been so long we’ve seen each other.” The woman named Morgan says. “It’s been way too long.” My mom agrees. “Are you the one responsible for setting this all up for us?” “Guilty.” Morgan laughs. “I moved some chopsticks to find out where you'd be staying since someone told me they were going to protect a girl named Pandora.” She says looking at her daughter with a smirk.

22: GLITCH NOW COLORADO, TE. Zach walked past hastily to his motel room before locking the door, and calling for her- ‘ire- katharina. katharina’ He yearned. He paced around the room for a few seconds before dropping to the ground, his back against the door. He had heard her voice but not anymore. And as much as he won’t admit- -that scared the shit out of him. ~ He held his fork in his hand, an unsavory look in his eyes as he stared to the barely hot chicken they had gotten from the store.

The connected call only carried the sounds of Jaime Walter and Derek Surrey’s pleasure. She did not seem to hear what I said. After an impatient click of her tongue, she hung up. I lowered my arms and stared at my mother’s decomposed body. My strength felt completely drained. Derek then sent me a series of messages. When I opened them, I saw videos of the two of them having sex that night. Their intimate sounds filled the room. Derek smiled in the video and asked Jaime, “You really are not giving him the miracle drug?”

That part of me would always only ever be for her. Morana went into this with me understanding that, and she has accepted it. She knows that the possibility of meeting her mate was extremely unlikely. I’d never let her go. Unlike her sister, a natural born Beta, Morana was an omega. She wasn’t strong like Cate and was always bullied by higher ranking wolves in the pack, despite Cate’s efforts to shield her. The likelihood of Morana having a strong fated mate was minimal. She understood this and has accepted it, knowing that if she wanted to be safe and live a happy life, I was her best option.

He looks like he can bench press Luthor, easily. He looks intimidating but then he smiles and it seems to genuine and warm, his soft blue eyes crinkle around the edges telling me likes to laugh and smile a lot. “Your highness, it is such an honour to be your guide here today” he says, giving a low bow and then taking my hand and kissing the back of it. I look at his crooked nose and wonder how many times it’s been broken to look like that. “I am Brody Morgan, the head of the Rotan Prison guards and anything you need please just ask.” he tells me giving me another slight bow. This makes me giggle for some reason. To be fair, its been months and a lot of this formal behaviour still feels ridic

The Wind God ordered that not a single servant should stare Aranjo in the face because the girl had taboo dark magic. Soon the news spread to the entire celestial realm. The night God did not say anything, as if approving every action of his wife, the Goddess of the wind. Aranjo was a descendant of the demon tribe who because of the emperor's kindness was allowed to stay in the sky realm, but demons were still demons. The little girl was known to have a demonic aura and it was taboo to stare her in the face. direct.

he admitted, a small grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. Jason's eyes lit up with curiosity. "Spill it, dude. Who's the lucky girl?" Damon hesitated for a moment, then decided to share. "Her name's Aqua. She's... different. There's just something about her." "Aqua? Seriously?" Jason raised an eyebrow. "What kind of name is that?" "It's unique, just like her," Damon replied, his tone defensive but playful. "She's mysterious, you know? And I can't stop thinking about her."

"I am Alexander and you are lia?" "Idalia." I corrected. "Idalia Bianchi." "Ah, the infamous Bianchi." I laughed, "I would not say that exactly." I noticed my hands were still in his, "sorry." I dropped my hands. He shrugged, "I don't mind holding a beautiful woman's hand. Especially yours." "Hmmn you're smooth. But I have to tell you though I am seeing someone." "Thank God." He breathed out a sigh of relief, "no offense it would be my pleasure to be with a woman as beautiful as you but I do have someone I am also seeing."

And the color of my skin never hides when I blush so it's always hard. "What's your name?" Now he stood right beside me leaning on the basin and looking down at me. Okay, how the hell was he this tall? I looked like a minor in front of him. This was so unfair. And not to forget his deep baritone voice. It was so smooth just like butter. Ew Arabella really? "Arabella" I replied. He hummed before folding his hands and damn I almost swooned. I accidentally glanced at the tattoo on the back of his left shoulder. It had wings and it between were two initials.