Lan Lin Romane & Geschichten

His focus on the flames as they crackled and waved. “The Luna has arrived,” Odis announced. The young man turned around has dark skin and his black hair is puffy and wild. A firm strong jawline, thin lips, and sharp prominent nose. The most surprising thing is his eyes, brown eyes with a white cloud over them. The doctor is blind. “Good afternoon, Luna. My name is James Sylvester. It’s a pleasure and an honor to meet you,” the doctor said. “A pleasure to meet you. You seem quite…”

When he got closer, I realized that this man age is old enough to be Luna's father. "Lily, let me introduce you, this is my boyfriend Lincoln, he is the CEO of the Lincoln Corporation." Luna smiled and introduced him to me, "My darling, this is my university classmate, Christine." "Hello." Lincoln extended a greasy fat hand towards me. "Hello." I extended my hand out. "This university classmate of yours isn't as pretty as you. She doesn't have any temperament like you." Lincoln looked at Luna after he finished shaking my hand.

One of the pack members yelled from the crowd. “Then we prove them wrong. With Luna as our alpha, we will not only have a strong, capable leader but someone who makes us untouchable. She is who Brax chose to lead us.” Nick looked over at me and gave me a warm smile. “I bow to Alpha Luna,” he declared, taking a knee.

"Lin, are you sure you're up for this today? Maybe you should take a break and focus on your well-being." Lin, determined to mask her inner turmoil, forced a smile. "I'm fine, really. Work helps me take my mind off things." She brushed off his concern, unwilling to acknowledge the depth of her emotional and physical struggles. As the day progressed, Lin's attempts to mask her inner turmoil became increasingly challenging. The physical toll of her internal battles intensified, manifesting in a persistent ache that seemed to radiate from the core of her being. She excused herself from conversations, citing minor distractions, yet the truth was she couldn't escape the weight of her past.

⸻ Near the back, half-swallowed by shadow among the visiting diplomats, an old man went rigid. His goblet slipped from his fingers and shattered against the marble. He didn’t seem to hear it. His guards turned toward him, alarmed, hands twitching toward their blades, but he was already sinking to one knee, his face the color of old parchment, his lips shaping words before sound came. “No,” he breathed. “…she bears the Star of Lunareth.” Nobody else heard him. The hall was too busy congratulating Selene, too busy watching Lucien finish what he’d started, too busy pretending they didn’t see the blood on my mouth.

I have to save …. “The Alpha has done it again.” I felt a tingle as something touched my thigh. I motioned towards my thigh, wondering what it could be to be able to have such soft skin like a human hand. “Ahhhhh!” I screamed as I spotted Jimmy’s head next to me. “Any member of the Moon Hound Pack is an enemy even if he/she is as weak as a scout. The assassin who learned the art of Tai might still be among us for all I know, thanks to General Kyle.” Ryu’s voice deepened.

AGAIN... I was running late for my class. As I walked through the corridors with books in my hand I silently prayed hoping Danika Williams and her minions were not around, even if they were, hopefully Nathaniel Lachlan was around. He was the most feared guy in our city. He was the quarterback in football and also a genius in each and every aspect. I knew and liked him since kindergarten. He was a very friendly kid back then but after his parents died in an accident he has been aloof. He lived with his grandfather, Joseph Lachlan who was one of the richest men listed by Forbes.

Li Lan and his two confidants, under the moonlight, stopped Ding Hao's way. "We've been waiting for a long time." Li Lan slowly came out of the shadows and looked at Ding Hao. Ding Hao looked up with a confused look. Li Lan, the young genius of Eastern Academy of green shirts who had promoted one of the seven top Seeded fighters, did not leave a good impression on Ding Hao. Li Lan showed a feeling of femininity, of being good at plotting people, and he was serious, and looked down upon others. Ding Hao did not like him.