Suni Ha Linh Novels & Stories

As she scanned their faces one by one, Sophia was startled by the familiar face of someone she recognized. "Lina Huang?" Sophia murmured, surprised. Lina Huang was a new editor she had met only once, but her distinct Asian features made her unforgettable. Sophia wondered why Lina was there. Then, a cold sweat began to pour down her hands. This was startling. What was Lina doing in her family’s circle?

“¡Ya vengo, mi luz!” Chapter 1: Alpha Mornings & Marriage Proposals Liosha’s POV BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! There goes that annoying sound again. Sometimes I wish it were a nuke that would just explode and take the whole Earth with it; at least that way, I wouldn’t have to get up and face my never-ending responsibilities. Oh well, I’ll get up in a minute, just one more minute. “Rise and shine, señorita!” Ugh, I know that cheery voice all too well; it’s Isabella, my best friend and right-hand lady.

Lydia said. He turned instantly, a flash of relief crossing his face. “Lydia.” She stepped beside him and slid her hand into the crook of his arm. “Sorry I’m late. I didn’t want to keep my Alpha waiting.” Nina’s smile faltered. “And you are?” “I’m Lydia,” she said sweetly. “Knox’s mate. His Luna. I think you’ve heard of me—or is something else the matter?” There was a pause—thick, uncomfortable silence as the word Luna settled into the space between them.

It was Lisa's turn to grasp Maxine's hand while gliding Maxim's position from Maxine's side. "Mrs. Park wants to see you," Lisa said. "Are you willing to see her?" Maxine pulled her head over. Looking at Lisa with a look that was difficult to read and guess. "Mrs. park?" she asked puzzled. "Who is Mrs. Park— ah! The owner of Limite Restaurant?" Lisa nodded. "Correct." "What does Mrs. Park have to do with all this?" Maxine frown for the umpteenth time. "I must break your memory barrier," said the pale white woman with a line of smiles adorning her face, as Maxine and Maxim looked up in unison —looking at her.

“No. Let’s go to where the women were murdered. Maybe we’ll pick up Ross's scent at one of their places. Then we can check out Alfred's house in town.” Caleb pulled back onto the main road and returned to Portland, where Diana directed him to Linn’s apartment. The rain was spitting by the time they reached the apartment's door, and Caleb mused that folks in Oregon couldn’t ever tan—they just rusted. Caleb picked the lock, but before they opened the door, a woman wearing pink foam curlers in her white hair, a pinstriped housecoat, and purple sneakers peeked out her door. She gave Diana a sad kind of smile. “Hi. You must be Linn’s sister. The poor thing. When I was laid up with a broken leg se

He dipped his head, and stepped to one side. My annoyance at Mason getting the getting the better of me; “My name is Sienna...” I bite out. “Not Luna.” I couldn’t find it in myself to apologies at this moment for my own clumsiness of not looking where I was going. But at this moment I was far too riled up.

Lyra I arrived at the Luna's house just as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a soft golden hue across the hills. The evening air was cool, carrying the scent of pine and earth, Calista's favorite, I thought, as I walked up the gravel driveway. This is because I perceive this scent more than others here.