Nana Ranfren Novels & Stories

I was more determined than that though, I'd go all night if I had too. It was 3 am and Max was passed out on the sofa. Still no sign of a single Megestanis, but I had found Postestas Loren's mate. Her name was written as Donatia Chiaramonti Loren and unlike every other name, it was in red ink. Her birth date, April 16th 44 AD, was also in red. "Max , wake up," I said. "Bloody hell, Max! I said wake up!" I repeated after he didn't reply.

Aisha’s POV: I don’t know why but when bhanu aunty informed me that Ravan had forgiven his so called family even after witnessing what they did to me I felt hurt, deeply hurt, honestly I somehow fell in love which him after he saved me from getting tarnished by those five men’s who were hired by that bitch Julia and Roma to devour on my body as a revenge for what her daughter and Ravan fiancé Reva had suffered because of my parents, but now when I heard Bhanu aunty confession I felt like cheated and worthless ‘Do I really mean nothing to him, am I that worthless to him?’ I questioned myself in my mind when ‘Do you need any more confirmation?’ my sub conscious quickly mocked me however I pu

Biting my lip in concentration. "I think I'm done," I say, his face is outstanding better already. Patching itself together as though nothing happened. He doesn't move, "you're beautiful." I flush. Looking down and picking at my cracked nails. "Stop." Chris merely smiles, "You are Andrea. And I'm going to remind you every chance I get." I fumble to words, to any response. I've never considered myself beautiful. My almost platinum blonde hair was weirdly natural and my blue eyes where so light they sometimes seemed to reflect clouds. But beautiful? No.

Nova’s eyes flash with a bright, otherworldly light as she channels the Goddess’s power. Suddenly, Morana’s body tenses and her hands form into fists next to her body. “The Meraloth is fighting back! It’s trying to assert its control!” Morana cries out, her body arching as the Meraloth’s presence is drawn out of her in a wisp of black smoke. “Nero! It… Gods, it hurts so much!” “You can do this, ‘Rana. You’re stronger than that fucker inside of you,” I growl, wishing I could go to her and wrap my arms around her.

The name of this town was not helping but she had to trust Nana's judgement. Nana had always wanted Kehlani to write a fantasy fiction. She was a great fan of fantasy fiction and this was something Kehlani could never understand. Why an Old woman would love to read about unrealistic things like Vampires, Werewolves, Elves, and other creatures that could be depicted in those gory novels what what she could never understand. Weren't the older ones more inclined to reality?

Jenni I am back in the clearing. The heat is unbearable, the smell of burning flesh and fur is so intense it is seared into my senses. The screams of agony for help and death are louder still, I can feel my skin start to bubble with pain as it starts to fill with water and puss. The pain is so bad I am screaming and I hope that it isn't coming out to where my family can hear. I don't want them to know that I am in pain, I want to save them from that. I look to the balcony and the figure is still there, but he is not alone. There is a woman, her long blood red hair blowing in the wind, I can smell her wolf, along with something else, and her aura is evil. She looks right at me and smiles, the