Smallville Lana Lang Novels & Stories

His eyes found me instantly, and even though the worry in them was unmissable, I couldn't help but ask myself if it was real or not. I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came out. Not yet, because I didn’t know how to be okay with what I’d just heard. Before I could force a response though, the air shifted behind him. I looked over his shoulder, and there she was. Lana. She stepped out from the hallway like she’d just left a photoshoot, all calm grace and sharpened edges. Her eyes locked on mine the moment she saw me. She didn’t look away, neither did I, but it was the way her lips lifted into a slow, deliberate smirk that made my stomach twist. Then, God help me, she winked, like she’d

Which still baffles her, she was just afraid, that their marriage would not last… ***** A Maybach car, pulled over at the ALOKIS. Flashlights from various cameras, flashed continuously as the paparazzi and some reporters swam around the car. Waiting to take a shot of the person alighting from the car. The car opened, to reveal a pair of slender legs that caught attention as they look sexy strapped in the nude-colored glass stilettos, descending from the car. Dressed in a white knee-length gown, Lana alighted the car, to reveal her figure in a dress that hugged her body and highlighted her curves. She was releasing the aura of a calm, confident, naughty but a very sexy mature woman. “it’s Mis

She said she couldn’t remember. Last night was the worst, though. She shot up in her bed and screamed about monsters with red eyes, then fell back to sleep. It was crazy. Lana simply shrugged her shoulders and went back to sleep. I guess she has become accustomed to Bree's night terrors too. She and Bree look very similar to each other, with their multicolored blond hair and dark eyes. Bree’s hair is wavy, though, and Lana’s is straight with long bangs that make her look like a doll. They both have hazel eyes and a creamy complexion with high cheekbones and bow-shaped lips. Bree is a little curvier than Lana. Lana is tall with long legs and small breasts, a tiny waist, and a curvy bottom. Br

Jeremy strode over and avoided stepping on the blood as much as possible. However, his calm heartbeat told him that the woman was not Linnie. He could always tell if it was Madeline even if it was just from her back view. Upon walking closer, he saw Lana’s scarily pale face in his pupils. He was not as frightened as he was confused. Lana was serving her sentence in a prison in F Country, so why was she found dead in a hotel in Glendale?

Lana said, hoping to put the other woman at ease. “Hi.” “My name is Lana Reign Buenaford. I’m Danny's wife,” she stated firmly, not bothering to use the term ex or estranged. Not yet. “I know.” Lana's eyes widened. “You know?” Athena shrugged. “I’ve seen your pictures around the mansion. How did you know who I was and how to find me?” Lana was a little embarrassed to admit to her stalking. “F******k.” Athena rolled her eyes. “That’s why he always tells me I shouldn’t have a F******k account.”

Without waiting for an answer, the door opened and Lana entered, carrying a tray with food and drinks on it. “I brought dinner.” She said as she walked to the table closest to the bed. She placed the tray there, before sitting on the edge of the bed. “Are you okay?” She asked Debora who instinctively moved closer to her. “My thighs hurts,” She mumbled. Lana, who was bigger and more muscular, lifted Debora's small body and held her in her arms. "Forgive me." “For my sore thighs or something else?” “Both,” Lana answered. “Charles… he tried to harm Luna Chloe through Laura Denmir, you might be called to see Alpha Cillian sooner or later.” She answered with a sad expression.

"Lana, I'm in my office." In merely a few seconds, she was stepping through the threshold. Lana was a nice-looking woman in her early forties with shoulder-length brown hair and a fit build. Whenever I saw her, she was dressed casually in blue jeans and Sketchers. I supposed there was no need to dress formally to cook, clean, and do laundry. "It's just me," she said with a smile. "I'm never sure if anyone is here." "Only me," I confirmed. "But I'll stay out of your way. Mr. Demetri has made it perfectly clear that your cooking is preferred to mine."

"Lana, I'm in my office." In merely a few seconds, she was stepping through the threshold. Lana was a nice-looking woman in her early forties with shoulder-length brown hair and a fit build. Whenever I saw her, she was dressed casually in blue jeans and Sketchers. I supposed there was no need to dress formally to cook, clean, and do laundry. "It's just me," she said with a smile. "I'm never sure if anyone is here." "Only me," I confirmed. "But I'll stay out of your way. Mr. Demetri has made it perfectly clear that your cooking is preferred to mine."

Whatever had happened was just a momentary lapse, nothing more. "Well, well. If it isn't the pack's favorite little servant." I turned to find Lana blocking my path, her friends flanking her like a pack of hyenas. She looked stunning in emerald green, her dark hair swept up to showcase a diamond necklace that probably cost more than I'd earn in a lifetime. "Excuse me," I said quietly, trying to step around her. She moved to block me again. "Heard you had quite the encounter with the twins earlier. Managed to trap them in a room with you? How desperate."

Lady Lana said, and she crawled over to meet me. "You should have known me by now, Alpha Lucas; I will never do anything that has to do with killing anybody; I am not capable of murder; you should believe me." Lady Lana said her eyes were clouded with tears and she smirked. I know she is trying to use the pity card on me, which will definitely not work. "I don't want to hear you say anything again, Lady Lana until I command you to speak,” I said, turning my attention back on Ray, for whom I still have my sword close to his throat.