With An L On Her Forehead Novels & Stories

Since they were so far apart, the others couldn't hear their conversation, but when it was over, Lisa took her hand and dragged her towards the rest of the crew. Under the scorching light, her black armour gleamed. Her black glinting hair, which crowned her head, went well with the armour. With each stride she took, it bounced lightly on her shoulders. Lora had a beautiful smile, almost too beautiful. Her thick lashes rolled up, hiding the creases beneath her brows. She had brown eyes that one would get lost in when gazing at them and her sonsy lips arced upwards, emphasizing her smile whenever she decided to pull one off. Her pronounced cheekbones protruded from her face.

I want to see her beautiful eyes but she seems to be in deep sleep. I lightly caress my fingers on the cheek and feel the hotness. I put the back of my hand on her forehead and felt the hotness. She is burning with fever. I look behind me and see Lillian who is standing obediently with her head bowed. Why is she standing here like a useless statue?

I shook my head as I stared at her. "Lora please.." She chuckled softly and wiped her forehead with the back of her hand before slipping the gloves onto her fingers. "It won't hurt you too much."

There is a design on the wolfs forehead and behind the head that reminds me of some kind of tribal design intricately woven in what looks like hair. CRACK glass and liquid hit the floor "Oh no!" Margo says looking at my arm. Margo dropped the glass of water she was carrying and slowly walks over both hands out shaking with a look of horror on her face. "Mom are you alright." Lyle says placing his hand on her shoulder and she turns and hugs him "Its started my boy my precious baby boy." Then she runs out of the room.

It was a girl – A blonde to be precise. She laid on the mattress like a broken angel with her hands chained to the bedpost above her head, and the metal made noise whenever she stirred. She had a bandage on her forehead, which I assumed to be a not so fatal wound. There was a cut on her lips too. I shouldn’t be affected by it at all, knowing that this was Black Skull, but something flickered inside me. A feeling I have rarely experienced before.

I would apologize for striking her, but I wouldn't let that matter rest. Running my fingers through my dishevelled hair, I reached for the door handle, bracing myself for another round of apologies. To my astonishment, the door swung open effortlessly, revealing Lila huddled in bed, the covers drawn tightly around her like a protective shell. Though her back was to me, the tension in her posture told me she was awake.

Her lavender and citrus scent invaded my nostrils again, making my wolf purr in delight. Her big brown eyes stared wide eyed at me, probably from shock. Her soft-looking pink lips were slightly parted, as she caught her breath. Her brown hair was packed in a messy bun, but a few rebellious strands clung to the sides of her face, and I suppressed the urge to tuck them behind her ears. However, my jaw stiffened as I noticed something on the left side of her small, round face. A hand print. Someone had laid a hand on her.

They were hesitant, but slowly moved to let me take a look at her. Her lips were cracked but her hair was still neat. Her clothes had stains of Blood. It was a horrifying sight. And I suddenly broke down, not caring the pack members are looking at me. "Annabel...ANNABEL!" I cried. The 6 pack members shifted to their wolves and bowed to their Luna. I knew. I knew they needed to howl. "No. Don't. Stop! Don't!" I said in a hurry. They stopped in their tracks. They need to know Diana. They need to know Luna is dead. They mind-linked.

I know I have always pride myself around as one but when Moira first congratulated me and called me Luna it sent me the chills. “We are here to get you ready for the coronation, my Luna.” One of the girls interjected. She was the smallest yet posed as a leader. “You can go ahead.” I managed a smile, not wanting to appear hostile to them. “Okay, my Luna.” The girl replied and they immediately got to work.

Luxton draping his arm around her shoulder, protecting her. Anna carefully scrolled through several posts, relieved to see that her face hadn't been captured. She hadn't expected Mr. Luxton, who wasn't a celebrity, to attract so much attention that even buying a phone could make it to the hot search. But another post with many likes and comments made her frown again.