“Farewell to you who never deserved the love I gave. I want you to suffer as I did, to feel the pain as if they were your own; every agonizing second of it.” I smirk as my throat stings, coughing up more blood. Tears streamed down his bloodshot eyes, a satisfaction I never expected I’d feel at my dying moments. “N-no! I’m sorry, please . . . please don’t leave me!” he held me close to his trembling chest, his sobs reverberating through the air — the last I breathed in before I gave in to death’s arms. Or so I thought. In a world of power and love, Morana Everette, the Luna of the Dark Moon Pack, basks in a life of perfection until fate intervenes. Her husband's true fated woman emerges, shattering her idyllic existence and casting her aside. In a final act of sacrifice and a dying curse, she finds herself swapping bodies with her husband, and with his emotions still intact, she is forced to experience the attraction towards the girl who ruined her life. While Logan experiences the agony she once endured in her past. As deities continue to play with their destinies, emotions run high, loyalties are tested, and the cruel game of switch unfolds. Can they break free from this cycle of misery, or will they forever be bound by fate's twisted design? *** The novel is Written by Dinni Dee and By Miss Joye's Outline. The novel is copyrighted by Ideaink Six Cats.
View MoreLife is like a game show hosted by the deities, where the rules change every round. You don’t know where you’ll find yourself the next day, or if you’re even alive to witness it. All I thought was I was going to die on the hands of the man I love like a dramatic play you’d often see on highschool musicals.Who would have thought I’d be looking at my own body, maneuvered by the man I loathed, so much I wished for him to experience the pain I’ve gone through.I stare at the same pair of Auburn eyes, long black hair, and a body that could demean those women in the world beauty pageants — that’s what I was partially known for: my beauty.That’s myself, walking towards me, but it’s not me. The situation was failing to wrap around my head. I couldn’t help but pinch my arm to wake me up. Of course, anyone seeing themselves walking towards them would think it’s all just one fucked up dream. However, as if humoring me even more, strong muscular arms met my fingers just as I was about to pin
“Are you sure you’re okay?” I felt a hand touch me from behind and a shriek instaneously came out of my mouth out of the frustration that’s been clawing inside of me ever since I realized the situation I’m in.Oh shit, I did not just sound like that.It sounded like a hoarse male groan in high pitch.Silence reigned in the room after that. Not one of the guests dared to speak. Everyone was frozen solid on their spot as they look at me with questioning eyes. “Ahem, I-I mean—” I cleared my throat, glowering at everyone like how I imagined a man would react if he ever finds himself annoyed with too many people. The most fortunate thing about this is the fact that I’ve grown surrounded with so many guys to know how they behave all too well to fuck this up. Or so I hope.“What I mean is step back.” I growl at the woman who touched me from behind. She looked worried earlier, yet a tinge of coyness tainted her touch, making it even more gross than it is. I step away from the crowd, across
The mirror emitted smoke from its sides, reaching out for my nostrils which soon aired a cough out of me. My eyes stung and I wave my hand to the air, trying to whip it off in front of my face.“What . . .” I eye one last whiff of that fog moving away before my gaze lowered to what its absence revealed. Behind all that smoke was a large moving image of Dark Moon Pack, just seconds as I was passing away. It’s as if I’m seeing it from another person’s point of view, as though I’m standing from the crowd witnessing my own self dying afar.“Watch, Morana.” The divinity uttered from behind me.I felt a lump forming inside my throat, not believing an ounce of what I was seeing right now. “Is this—” I turn to the Moon Goddess only to be met with her absence. I look around the massive place but she was nowhere to be seen.Slowly and in tremor, I whip my head back to the scenery in front of me. The Dark Moon Pack, the pack house, and the familiar feeling of fear crawling back to me as I succu
I lay on the ground, the searing pain coursing through my body was almost unbearable. Each breath felt like a struggle, as if my very life force was slipping away, leaving me on the precipice of death.Logan’s large, and visibly angry wolf’s throw had sent me hurtling through the air, crashing into the unforgiving floor with a bone-jarring impact. My heart stubbornly beat, a reminder that the will to survive still burned within me, even as everything else seemed to be spiraling out of control.My blurry eyes caught onto Logan who was now fully naked in all his glory which I am thankful for: I’m not seeing his large wolf around anymore. His eyes seemed to have tuned down from angry mode, back into its Teal colors. He ran towards me with a teary-eyed and regretful expression, I could barely find the strength to respond. The pain was all-consuming, drowning out the sound of the world around me. “Morana . . . Morana, it’s me. Wake up!” Unlike earlier, I had no more strength to even simp
Life is indeed full of mysteries. It’s astounding how one small flaw can erase hours of planning and leave us wondering what went wrong. As for this one I meticulously thought would work, Dad’s sudden aggression was the point of no return.Why would he do that?Why would he attack Logan?But most of all, how could Logan even give back a blow so strong, it was as if he planned to kill him rather than defend himself. He really planned to end my father’s life.Those were the thoughts that swallowed me whole as I lay lifeless on the ground, or maybe not entirely lifeless as I could still feel a few of my muscles working, my back aching, and my entire body bleeding, but what hurt the most, to my surprise, was my chest when the attack didn’t even reach that part.It didn’t take long before my ears reacted too, hearing steps running towards me and a duo of voices reverberating in the air. The impact of Logan’s throw was just too strong enough to knock me out, almost. However, I kept myself a
I’ve been waiting for this. To see how low she could bend herself over to win over me, and indeed, it did not disappoint. A part of me couldn’t help but feel a strange mix of vindication and shock. I had been waiting for this moment, a glimpse into the depth of Jane’s malice — to see just how low she could stoop.But even with all the anticipation, I never imagined she would go as far as to ruin her own baby shower, just to humiliate me. A payback of her own expense. “Are you planning to poison us?” One of the Lunas from another pack that’s been invited instantly shrieked, dropping her plate. I find Logan’s penetrating stare through the crowd.Disappointment danced over his orbs, glinting under the hue of the chandelier. This was probably why I did not hesitate to make him leave. He didn’t even know if I actually did it and yet, he was already suspicious.“D-don’t say that, Luna. I’m sure Morana didn’t mean to do that.” Jane butted in, an awkward smile on her face, as if having a ha
Expectations are the architects of disappointment, and I felt the pleasure seeping through me as I shattered their wildest with every step I took. I was a wildcard and right now, leaving their jaws dropping was my most satisfying feat. The modest Luna. Poised and delicate. I was supposed to be collected and demure. Those were the adjectives I lived for through the years. However, since this was the last time, I decided to break free from their boxed image of me. Who cares, in thirty minutes, I’m no longer the Luna. Jane could shoulder all the expectations later on.This was why I can’t blame those who brought liquor or danced as though they were in a nightclub, when in fact, this was a party for an unborn baby — because I, too, was donned in a red, lewd dress that demanded attention from all directions. The supposed long sleeves were cut off when I saw it shredded on the bed, so I cut it shorter, into a pair of spaghetti straps that embraced my shoulders. The neckline plunged dari
I stare in the mirror and in its reflection, I see someone on the verge of change. I inhale and exhale, the air musky with the scent I’ve grown accustomed to for so many years. This will be the last time I’m using this large space, this large sink adorned with my bath products and traces of Logan’s aftershave too, when we still slept together in the same room.With the last courage I’ve mustered, I step out of the bathroom in my robe. The dress I’ve worked so hard cutting and sewing for the last hour laid on the bed. It must have been Jane sabotaging me — fortunately for her, it would be the last time she has to do that now that I’m soon off her sight.I was about to head over to the bed when three consecutive knocks were heard first before I was to do so. I instantly covered the dress with the sheets and headed to the door in my robe.Who could it be with the party thirty minutes away from now? Surely they wouldn’t have the time in their hands to idle around instead of preparing for
There’s a special kind of revulsion reserved for those who go low, lower than one could imagine. Where Jane Woods is right now.No matter what she was deprived of — attention, love, greed; it still leaves me questioning how anyone could sink this disgustingly low.Logan looked down at his mate before a distressed sigh left his lips, glancing at me with a sorry look as an apology for what Jane said. Love is blind, goddamn blind if he lets her get away with practically calling me infertile.I felt the couch shifting beside me and I turned to Vincent who’s looking pretty ready to pounce on the Alpha’s mate like a bull seeing red. I instantly nudge his knees, waking him up from any deadly intentions he has going on right now.The last thing I want is to lose another friend right now.“I-I’m sorry, was that too sensitive to ask?” Jane’s words pierced through the silence lingering around us before holding onto Logan once again, as if to seek comfort from the embarrassment she threw herself
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