Orla Mccool Novels & Stories

“The Luna walks among the pack, unmarked, untethered. It’s chaos. Makes us look weak. Makes you look weak.” I kept my face still, zero reaction, but inside my stomach was doing Olympic-level flips. Of course, I knew this was coming. Didn’t imagine it’d be so soon. “She does her duties, and better than most we’ve had,” Orla piped up, voice careful but not, you know, wimpy. “She’s earned real respect.”

Rhea was a very good cook, in fact, she had won awards at different cooking contests. What Orla loved the most was her waffles, that shapeless baked food with no specific name or taste; of course everyone calls it waffle Orla walked past the security man and chuckled, she ignored him because she was running out of time; did she even have anything to say to him? She got to the exit and opened her purse while walking out. She needed to find her cab fee to avoid fvcking a taxi man again; yes, it had happened before. This one time she forgot her credit card at home and she misplaced the cash on her without realizing it. She had taken a private cab just to find out that she had no money on her, i

‘Don’t say anything odd,’ I added through the telepathic bond I had with every pack member. He gave an almost imperceptible nod, but I didn’t trust him enough. I expected a month long teasing after this. Maybe I shouldn’t have told him about my feelings for Orla. Orla, oblivious to our silent conversation, faced him. For someone so small, she didn’t seem to care that she was always around people taller than she was. “I’m Orla. from the Dark Moon Clan.” She didn’t mention that she was the future Luna and an Alpha’s daughter. It spoke volumes about her character. She was never eager to disclose that information about herself.

She grinned and all the anger in me evaporated. "Why the hell does her smile affects me" I thought frowning. "Good day sir" the ice cream vendor greeted me and I nodded "how much ice cream did she consumed" I asked and his next word shock to me, well not that I'm too shocked because I expected it after she ate five plates of pasta and three cans of Coca-Cola. I paid him and dragged away. MELISSA'S POV

Not when she hasn't gotten her act together. The ringing of the bell signifying first period snapped her out of her thoughts and she hurriedly made it to the class. It was mathematics, her favourite subject and of course, she was the first to get to class. She sat at the back and watched as other students trooped in. The last to come in were the jocks. Makaila rolled her eyes as the cliché. Typical. Christian Hales was the last to come in, along with two other jocks that Makaila recognized as her number one bullies, Tyler Diaz and James Maloney. She quickly looked down before they could spot her. Thankfully, they didn't.

Okay" She replied and with this she ended the call. Still wondering who it was, having one thing in mind, she works for her boss and her boss works for this person whoever it is. She brushed the feeling away, only the money mattered at the moment. "Orla, how am I expecting to hang this fake cobwebs" A lady brought her back to reality. They were busy decorating the room to make it look like no one has been there for years. A heap of sand of sand was with Orla which she was blowing slowly on the table. She needed the dust. Her coffee brown hair fell on her shoulder. It was neatly styled right behind her ears. Her newly fixed nails shone brightly in the semi darkness of the room. Her long attra

“T… Simon. God, this demon. Don't you know knock on the door or open it with your hand? Is there a need to use such violence? You make my heart want to fall out, you know that? I have to change the door of this room again. Orla adjusted the frames of her glasses and stroked the side of her chest to calm herself. Orla is the best doctor in this city and also a famous doctor. He was only behind one person and that was his father. No matter how many years passed, the highest position still belonged to his father. Orla knew him because his father was the one who cured him that year. Also because the two did not have a friend, so they quickly became acquainted with each other. “Don't talk too muc

Alyssa agrees with a chuckle. We all turn to a soft knock on the door, and Orla steps in, peeking around the door carefully to be sure we’re all dressed. “Is everyone ready?” she asks. “This is the most amazing event I’ve ever coordinated! What an amazing day! But we’re ready to go if you are.” “Ready!” Alyssa and I both say at once.

Ever since I was promoted two days ago, Benita has introduced me to more than twenty servants. Okay. Maybe twenty was a stretch, but still. The girl on the right side, with two pigtails, offered her hand to me, and I reluctantly took it. She smiled, “I’m Orla.” “Nice to meet you, Orla,” I responded and released her soft hand. Orla turned red as she stepped backward, giving the other one, who must be Maeve, the chance to come forward. Maeve, a girl about my age or a year younger, exclaimed with bright eyes, “You are so tall, Haylee.”

She squealed, bustling towards the vanity table to grab her camera. Orla smiled, Liam had professionals all around him and she admired that. "My name is Lola. You can always call on me to give you something like this." She said, gesturing to Orla's face. "My Boss taught us well." "Thank you so much, Lola." Orla was satisfied with what she saw in the mirror. She arranged the tendrils that were falling from her hair in place, looking into the full-length mirror again. "If gorgeousness was a person, that would be you," Lola smiled heartily, taking pictures of Orla. When she had captured her in different poses, she dropped the camera and smiled again. "You have to go meet your husband downstairs