Nova Lane Novels & Stories

“Who are you?” I opened my mouth, but no words came out. I had slipped up. It had been one stupid, careless mistake. My heart raced as I scrambled for an explanation, but nothing came to mind. The last thing I wanted was for him to recognize me as the Luna who had supposedly died—hell, even knowing me as Nyx was dangerous. He would figure out who I was, and that would be the end of everything. Ronan Garrick. Alpha Ronan of Silver Hollow pack. The man who had requested to see me the night I had died. My biggest enemy ㅡ well apart from Davis and Elaraㅡ he was in the pack?

Loney thought critically and said, "Wait, one more thing, the rules have changed." "What?" Jeff didn't hide his awe. Loney ignored his awe and continued, "I will send the new terms to your email in an hour." He hung up the phone before Jeff spoke. Loney left the hotel with his guards and sat in his Mercedes-Maybach GLS 600. As an engineer, he patronized those types of cars for easy access to the construction field. Sometimes, he would just use a pick-up.

She raised her hand as if taking an oath and implored, "Take me inside to have a look. If you don't feel good about it, we'll leave immediately. Please?" Larissa remained resolute and still did not give in. Firstly, bars weren't a suitable place for Lana. Secondly, if Yvette found out that she had taken Lana to a bar, Yvette would make Larissa's life hell again. She stepped on the gas, and the car shot past Lido Street. Lana leaned against the window staring at the Bar Avenue signboard fading into the distance. A melancholic silence enveloped Lana as she lowered her head and fiddled with her phone expressionlessly.

I have learned to embrace that I am not going to be alone in this. For today, we are having burgers and fries and lots of steaks. As for me and Zayn? Oh we are not going anywhere. Because he is mine and I am his. Oh, and also, Did I tell you that I am the new Luna? There you go, Scoot.

The window glides down silently, revealing a familiar face. "Nathan Vane," Luna says, her tone dropping to an icy chill. "What are you doing blocking my car at this rush hour?" "Taking you to work," Nathan replies smoothly. Stepping out of the vehicle, he circles around to the passenger side and opens the door for her. "You are incredibly skilled at the art of ambush," Luna notes. Deciding that arguing is a waste of precious time, she slides into the passenger seat. "Speak your mind," she orders the second he starts the engine.

Noah, outside thе van, wisely raised his hands in surrender. Aftеr a tеnsе fеw minutеs, Lana еmеrgеd from onе of thе cars, taking command of thе situation. "Comе out from thе van," Lana ordеrеd, punctuating hеr dirеctivе with a gunshot into thе air. Jane echoed thе sentiment, urging us to comply.

The shop Ronan worked at was part of Alpha Lucia’s empire—a sleek car dealership that dealt in everything from luxury sedans to rugged off-roaders. “Dad, I’m out with friends,” Nova replied, her tone aiming for casual but landing somewhere in strained territory. She fiddled with the hem of her jacket, her nails—painted a deep crimson that matched the anxiety flushing her cheeks—tapping rhythmically against the fabric. “What’s so important that it couldn’t wait till morning?”

she said. Vaeron said nothing. But something in his chest cracked and he whispered: “She’s remembering who she is.” Deep in the Deadwood, they howl without sky. No moons. No law. Outcasts among outcasts. I came to them bleeding. They laughed, they bared teeth. But when I spoke, the ground trembled. And they bowed. “Luna of No One,” they said and gave me their dead. The night was quiet. Too quiet. Seris struck while I slept. No blade. Just words.

Assuming Mitzy was checking back with Laney, he awaited her answer. Laura was driving much faster than the posted speed limit, weaving the Charger in and out of traffic, yet drawing little attention from the other drivers as she did so. Just as Laney was about to answer Mitzy's question with a negative response, the two girls spotted a familiar Corvette about a quarter mile ahead of them traveling almost as fast as they were. "Affirmative," Laney said to Mitzy, the smile on her face almost detectible in her tone. "We are in pursuit."

It looks shiny and new. "Yep!" He pulled open the front door for me. "Lone bar isn't even that far. We could've strolled" I complain but still enter the car. Nolan came around, getting in. It's a comfortable and nice car. He turns the radio on and the car is filled with sweet and calm Ed Sheeran song. "Nice" I praise. We cruise down the road, not speaking but listening to the music from the radio. It was a comfortable space of time, till we reached Lone bar. Nolan being a gentleman, came to open my door for me.