Shimoneta Novels & Stories

None of them look to be older than 30 but, of course, with their witch lineage that could simply be because they are witches. When the first one reaches me she stops and studies me for a couple of minutes before nodding briskly. When she speaks it is in a clipped way that tells me that she is used to being listened to. Her no nonsense voice keeps me from speaking immediately as I try to judge exactly what she is looking for. "I take it that you are Laina?" She asks. At my brief nod she continues, "I am Simonetta. I am the leader of the Witch Council. Merry met young witch."

My daughter who looks like me, how I wish. "Um..." Eren hums as his eyes crunch. "Which name is similar to yours?" I shake my head vigorously, my eyes twinkling in eagerness. "How about Erena?"

That's my hope at least. Shimon's mate Emma and our Beta, Trevor's mate, Emma are best friends. They call each other daily and visit often Stacy I are good friends with them as well and the four of us always cause trouble when we get together. The men aren't always so happy with our escapes but they don't dare complain.

"The contents of this invite proves my very right to enter the Lycan's kingdom where the contract renewal is bound to be held." "The contract renewal will go as planned even without the Queen Luna's presence." Quinn narrowed his eyes as though warning me to back off. "That's just another way of discriminating me from all this, my lord." I know he'll bite back from this. "Leaxandra, darling, you are Lumina's Luna. No form of discrimination shall be thrown your way." He came closer to cup my chin up and force me to look him straight in the eye. "But your inclusion from this trip is a risk I cannot take."

I had my head down, full of shame. But Snow calls my attention, “Stop being embarrassed. You're going to be Luna of the pack. Hold your head high.” “You are very happy to have the title made for a woman. Do you want to be the mother of the pack that bad?” Snow scoffs and goes to the corner where he likes to ignore me. Klaus turns to me. - Angel, my life, my love, will you accept to be my Luna?

As they stepped outside, Damon pulled out his phone, and quickly sent a message to Jason: To: Jason Hey, need a favor. Can you cover for me in chemistry? Taking Aqua to my spot. Jason's reply came swiftly, a reassuring presence amid Damon's concern: From: Jason Sure thing, man. Is everything okay? Damon hesitated for a moment before responding, his fingers tapping out a reply filled with unspoken worry: To: Jason Yeah, just want to help Aqua out. She's having a rough time. As Damon glanced down at his phone, a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips when he saw Jason's response. The simple message, accompanied by a winky face emoji, conveyed a sense of camaraderie and encouragement tha

I quickly step out to see a woman whose voice sounded awfully familiar, arguing with Delilah, the only model acquaintance I got along with because she was just as bitchy and spoilt as me. “You think I am a loser with no friends. Okay, first of all you couldn’t be more wrong, I have a lot of friends, Elizabeth, Victoria, Danika…..umm...my mother, my grandmother who, fun fact, knitted this sweater for me.” The woman said proudly as she gave Delilah what she thought was a savage reply. Yep, that’s Emily. Delilah just shook her head as she tried to process Emily’s personality, “What’s going on?” I intervene before the fight gets out of hand.

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A chubby woman with glasses a little big for her face smiles at me politely, “Welcome ma'am, how may we be of any service to you today?” She asked kindly, smiling so much that I was creeped out. “Uhm, I'm here to see Roman. Roman Domino. We have a meeting " “Oh, what's your name?” “Ashanti Dunbar " I reply “Ah yes, Mr. Domino is expecting you, the penthouse is where you are headed "I nod and fake a smile. I'm a ball of nerves, my palms are sweating. I've never been one to be nervous because of a simple meeting. But we're talking about the man who killed my family, which also happens to be the man who makes my legs buckle.

Serena: The morning lesson felt like punishment. The instructor stood at the front of the concubine hall, writing phrases on the digital board while the other women copied them into neat notebooks. The lesson was the language of wolves: phrases, gestures, titles, the small rules that kept a wolf’s world ordered and predictable. In Petrova territory, a single wrong word could cost you more than pride. It could cost you safety.