Sora Mha Novels & Stories

Sheila in her right as matriarch, because even if she was no longer a wolf-being her choice-but she was the mother of the Alpha and the widow of the patriarch Drakus. -You will obey Soraia's orders, not because she is asking but because I- she pointed her finger at herself- the matriarch of this clan and mother of her Alpha is saying- her voice was firm, attracting the attention not only of the wolves but also of the vampires. Soraia was barely recognizing Sheila, for she had never heard her speak with such authority and calmness. -Soraia is the wife of the Alpha, of her Alpha - she pointed at the wolves watching her - and my son - she pointed at herself again - so she has that right, am I c

She dialed a number she knew off head and called. "It takes great talent and skill to veil great talent and skill. Little Lotus, how is the brighter side of the world?" A crooked old female voice answered the phone. "Only psychopaths and manipulators can achieve hiding their talents and skills Elder Hoshi. Everything is going as planned thank you for asking. Oh, but a Hian Ji attacked me at my home and knows everything about me. I thought I died and my existence was erased with you and the other Elders' help. What's going on?"

They all looked at Sori expectantly. After a short pause, she realized what they were waiting for. She smiled; her cheeks flushed a little. “Um. Hi. I’m Soraya Wayne with a y. Formerly of Silverpine Pack. Currently believed to be deceased.” Her smile broadened when she realized that she shocked them all into silence. It made me proud to see and hear her move beyond her ordeal and poke some fun at it. “Well done, Mate,” I said teasingly. “You’re obviously very much alive. Thank Luna.”

( Evil Spirit) JJ its time. I understand said JJ. So-called Sora over to his house, to catch up like old times. Sora hello? Oh hi JJ how are you? JJ: am good. So Sora do want coming over? to hang out? Sora: Sure thing JJ I'll be there in 20 minutes. JJ: okay see you soon. With that, he hung up the phone. Master, it has been done. ( Evil spirit) Good work my child.

Also, it was Loid's suggestion to keep Sora in a room that's at the end of the hallway. Sora was the spokesperson who was advocating the pack in front of the kingdom. Alpha Cougar was supposed to protect Sora in case anyone would want to kill her just to win that case. “Why don't you sit down on a chair and I massage your shoulders. I am sure I can make you feel better, my Alpha.” Sora spoke as she walked over the chair she saw.

A murmur ran through the hall as a distinguished man entered—Professor James, a dean at Golden League University. All eyes followed him. Sora practically jumped forward. “Professor James!” she cried, her smile wide. “I’m Sora Hill. My mother, Veronice, mentioned you often. It’s such an honor—” The professor blinked at her, polite confusion on his face. “I’m sorry… Hill, did you say? I don’t believe I’ve heard the name.” “Aiden Hill? Don’t you remember?” she pressed The man shook his head. The silence was deafening. Then a low murmur of chuckles rose in the surrounding clque. Sora was embarrassed.

Only then did he turn the car around and head back to the bar. ~~~~~ Sora strolled into the residential complex. The security here was practically non-existent; she, a complete stranger, wandered right in without a single guard stopping her to ask questions. Which was for the best. It saved her from arousing any suspicion from Alex. During her junior year of college, Sora—the top-tier honors student—had dropped out due to an unexpected pregnancy, leaving the entire faculty and student body absolutely shell-shocked. It seemed like the whole world was obsessed with uncovering the identity of Leo's biological father. Ally had even subjected her to an intense interrogation, stooping so low as to

“Sora Mirabella, you have the honor of an audience with Alpha Regent Bronx Andreas Mason.” “Sora Mirabella?” Alpha Bronx nods toward the phone. “Sora means sister, correct? Are you a witch, ma’am?” “I am a witch, yes, but probably not the kind you are accustomed to speaking to.” She says cryptically. “I am a Caretaker.”

Sora wasn’t listening to anyone. Not the fairy guards. Not my father. Not even the Fairy Queen herself.. The wolf’s eyes stayed locked on me as if the rest of the world no longer existed. The corruption surged again beneath my skin. Sora lost what little control he had left. His claws hit the glowing floor hard enough to crack stone as he pushed harder toward me. “No!” Mom shouted again. The symbols around me flickered dangerously. “Johanis, control your wolf!” “I’M TRYING!” We could hear him scream. But Sora wasn’t trying to be controlled.. that was the problem. As he was terrified. I could feel it through the mate bond now beneath all the rage and violence.

He walked off to the bedroom, leaving her standing there with his release dripping down her thigh. Sora Robbins, twenty-eight years old, stared at her reflection in the hallway mirror. The woman looking back at her had beautiful dark hair, full lips, and soft, generous curves that men on the internet called “goddess-like.” But in her real life, those same curves were weapons used against her. She didn’t know how much longer she could survive this. --- The next morning at Blackwood Corporation, Sora tried to bury herself in work. As a senior assistant in the marketing department, she was good at her job — organized, quiet, and reliable. But today her mind kept drifting.