Novels by MAY LUNA

AIDEN Three months later… “Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you, Aiden!" I wish I could block my ears so I wouldn't have to hear them singing this birthday song. I think it's really cringe. I don't even know what to do, how to act while they sing. I just stand there, my eyes locked on my girl. She's the only one whose singing doesn't make me cringe. Olivia has a big smile on her face, like she is more excited than I am and I'm the one clocking a new age. She even organized this whole thing, insisting I should celebrate with friends. And somehow, she got me to agree. So, here we are, having a mini party at my place with Bryan, Sarah, and Ashley. I turn 21 today. I'm in a better place; I feel loved. That's a good reason to celebrate. Olivia walks over to me and hands me a knife. "You can cut the cake now," She says. I nod and smile at her. Just as I position the knife and about to cut the cake, a voice interrupts me. "Don't cut the cake like it's your opp," Bryan jokes

OLIVIA Why the hell am I freaking out? It's just a date—a date with my boyfriend. This isn't the first, second, or third time I am going out with him. So, why am I feeling flutters all over my stomach? What's wrong with me? It's funny, even though he told me we are just going to see a movie, I can't help the butterflies in my stomach. It's always been like this. Whenever I see him, a part of me feels like a little girl getting her favorite treat. Is it normal that I still feel this way about him, even though our relationship is more than a month old? I can't get enough of him. I don't think I ever will. I know what I need now—a damn grip on myself. I haven't even picked out what to wear yet. If Aiden shows up and I am not ready, he'll tease me about how I always make us late. I really don’t want that. I walk to my closet. It’s just a movie date, right? Something simple will do. I consider jeans but then think better of it. I want to wear something cute. A mini dress it is. I grab

OLIVIAI blink my eyes open, the soft morning light filtering through the curtains.The first thing I feel is the warmth beneath me, the gentle rise and fall of Aiden's chest. His breathing is the only sound I want to hear. I raise my head, letting my gaze linger on his face. He's still asleep, calm as ever. There's something about seeing him like this that makes my heart flutter. His messy hair falls across his forehead, and I reach up to brush it aside, my fingers lightly tracing his skin. He stirs a little but doesn't wake, only tightening his grip around me.A smile tugs at the corners of my lips. I think about us. What I love most is that, no matter what happens, we always find our way back to each other. We choose each other, again and again. If that is not love, I don’t know what is.I press a kiss to his chest, then shift just enough to reach his lips, kissing him there too. Is this what forever feels like? With him, wrapped in his arms, it certainly feels that way.Enough of

AIDENI slide into my car, the loud bass from the party music fading as the door closes behind me. I slam my fist on the steering wheel, regret boiling inside me. I’ve never regretted anything in my life, but this might be the first. I wish I’d never come to this party, let alone convinced her to join me.Where the hell is Olivia? Who did she follow? Why did I leave her alone like that? My mind spins, and the more I think about it, the more I blame myself. This is all my fault. If I hadn’t been so stupid, she wouldn’t have left.I don’t want to be here at this party anymore. But, I can’t just drive home, not knowing where my girlfriend is or who she is with. I pull out my phone—this is my only hope. If I can reach her and know she’s safe, at least half my worries will be eased.I dial her number. I heave a sigh of relief as the ringing echoes through the car. At least the call is going through this time, but she doesn’t answer.A line forms between my brows. Why isn’t she picking up?

AIDENI lean against the wall, watching Marcel pace back and forth in front of me. We're in a dimly lit room, the smell of smoke thick in the air. I take a long drag from my cigarette, feeling the familiar burn in my lungs. "When did you get back from Italy?" I ask."Two days ago," He answers.I had been with my friends at the main venue of the party when I spotted Marcel. I remember thinking it was the right time to tell him about my decision to leave the drug scene. Marcel has been quiet since I broke the news, I wonder what's on his mind."Aiden," He calls out, pulling me from my train of thoughts. "Are you really sure about this? You're just going to walk away from everything?"I exhale slowly, watching the smoke curl up toward the ceiling. "Yes, I'm sure," I say.I know this news shocked him. I never imagined I'd reach the point where I'd decide to quit drug dealing, the life I've known for so long. But, it's time. I've chosen to leave the darkness behind, and there's no turning

OLIVIASarah squeezes her eyes shut, then slowly opens them again."I know I haven't been a good sister to you. I've never treated you the way an older sister should," She admits.My eyes widen. Where is this coming from? Is she just messing with me again?"Why are you saying all this?" I ask. "This isn't like you. You never care how you treat me, whether I like it or not."Sarah takes a deep breath. "You're making me feel worse than I already do. I know I've been awful. Deep down, I knew it was wrong, but I just couldn't stop myself."She continues. "When our parents divorced, I completely lost myself. I didn't know how to handle the pain, let alone be there for you. So I started hanging out with my friends, and I abandoned you. I know that too.""I was lost too," I say, my lips trembling. "We could have supported each other, but even before the divorce, you were never there for me. It was always you and your friends. You never cared about me."Sarah rakes her fingers through her hai

Oh my goodness! I can’t quite wrap my head around the fact that I’m finally done with Ava and Kai’s story. I’ve grown so attached to them that I don’t want to let them go 😔 but I guess every story must come to an end. And with that… this is officially the end of the book. I want to say a huge thank you to all my readers, truly, from the bottom of my heart. Thank you for starting this journey with Ava and Kai and staying with them all the way to the end. Thank you for every thumbs up, every comment, every gem… words can’t fully express how much I appreciate your love and support. If you haven’t left a review yet, please consider doing so, it means the world to me. You can also follow me to get updates about new books straight to your inbox. And hey, you can keep the book in your library just in case I sneak in bonus chapters one day (no promises though👀). Till then, my loves.😍 Xoxo 💕

AVA One month later. What’s better than being in one of your favorite places — a beach, with the people you love, doing nothing except enjoying life to the fullest without a single care in the world?Nothing. Absolutely nothing.Staying by the beach is heaven, especially knowing how much I love being close to water. I love the calmness that comes with the soft sound of waves crashing against the shore. I love just being here and admiring the beautiful work of nature, letting my mind drift without worry.Now add being here with the people I love on top of that… that just makes it perfect.Ugh.Mr. and Mrs. Whitmore really did their thing with this one.Three weeks into summer break, my parents suddenly announced that they’d booked a vacation for me and my brother which, of course, came as a shock. But that was just the tip of the iceberg when they added that it was a private beachfront villa and that we could invite friends.Mom even winked at me when she said it. A literal wink.

KAI I grab a fistful of her hair, that perfect high ponytail made for me and I yank her forward until the head of my cock slaps against her cheek, the wet sound echoing in my ears. Pre-cum smears across her skin like a filthy little mark and something possessive roars through me at the sight. “Open your mouth wider, baby,” I order. Ava obeys. Her tongue slides out flat and ready, eyes locked on mine, raw and wanting and completely ready for me. I don’t hesitate. I shove my cock into her mouth. The second her lips close around the tip, a shaky groan tears out of me. The heat of her mouth is too much. The warmth is devastating. I need more. I thrust deeper with no restraint left in me. I sink straight to the back of her throat in one stroke. She gags around me. Her throat convulses, squeezing the head of my cock like it's trying to pull everything out of me at once and I have to lock my knees to stay standing. “Fuck.” The word comes out wrecked. “I've been needing this

KAII hate the end of the academic year.Sure, it means a new term is coming and a long break before I move to junior year. One step closer to being done with all this academic crap. But everything else? Complete bullshit.I hate the pressure that comes with it. Professors rushing through lectures like we’re machines, cramming weeks of material into days. Extra classes. Random practicals. Surprise assessments that no one asked for.I hate the exams too.The way everyone becomes serious. No more messing around. Everyone’s locked in, including me, because nobody wants to fall behind.And the worst part?The real reason I’ve grown to hate the end of the academic year so much, it takes me away from the love of my life. It steals every second I should be spending with my girl.Ava.Since exams started a week ago, I’ve barely had time with her. Before all this, she was always with me. We’d spend entire days together — going out, doing random shit, just existing side by side. And when we we

KAIUncle Charles sits with Ava a few tables away, giving me space to face the woman who gave birth to me. My uncle thinks wanting to see her means I’m ready to fix everything, to forgive and patch things up but he doesn't know what I’m really here for. I’m here for answers. To get closure.That's what I need.Closure.“Malakai,” Mom’s voice floats across the table, that soft tone I used to cling to. It snaps me out of my thoughts. I notice her fingers inching forward across the table, reaching for mine.“Don’t,” I snap.Her hands vanish under the table instantly. Good. As it should be.I look at her face. I hate to admit it, but she’s striking, as always. As a kid, I thought she was the most beautiful woman in the world. Now… she’s aged well. Still has that beauty too. I can’t even bring myself to hate her face. I fucking look like her but somehow mixed with the rigid features I got from Dad.“I miss you,” she says, voice dipping lower. “I missed you every day. I see your face every

KAII shut my eyes and deepen the kiss, taking her mouth with a kind of urgency that feels endless like no matter how much I have of her, it’ll never be enough.Ava tastes sweet at first then faintly of strawberries mixed with something richer that pulls me in deeper like warm sugar melting on my tongue.She’s a drug.Addicting. Dangerous. Intoxicating. Utterly consuming.The kind of high that makes everything else fade out and drowns out the world until nothing else matters. That's what she does to me and it's even stronger than that. I can never get enough of her.She tilts her head, fingers sinking into my hair, threading through the strands. I push deeper, my tongue tasting every inch of her, then pull back just enough to sink my teeth into her bottom lip. The soft moan that escapes her shoots straight down to my cock.“ Ava,” I breathe against her lips.“Malakai,” she murmurs back, her voice soft, wrecking me in a different way.And just like that, I freeze.I don't pull away. My

THREE WEEKS LATER ~ IVY ~I ran my fingers through my tangled hair and sighed as I looked around at my chaotic room. Clothes were scattered across the floor, along with several books that had tumbled from the shelves. The bed was unmade, and various items were scattered across the duvet. In short, my room looked like a hurricane had blown through it. If there was an award for the most disastrous room, I would have won it hands down.My boyfriend would have to take the blame for this mess. Even though I was the one who had left everything scattered around, I couldn't help but feel like it was his fault somehow. What on earth was he thinking, setting up a last – minute date like that, without giving me time to prepare? Don't get me wrong. I was thrilled about the date. I was just feeling a bit stressed out because I didn't have much time to prepare. And, on top of that, I was having the worst time trying to find the perfect outfit. Nothing in my closet seemed right. I was panickin

~ ROMEO ~I pulled into the parking lot and I saw that my dad's car was not there. I heaved a sigh of relief. The monster was not around, and I would not have to see his horrible face and get angry all over again. I turned off the car engine. I reached for my phone and dialed my girlfriend's number. The only person who had been making me smile lately and giving me the will to keep going.Ivy answered on the second ring. "Hey, baby!" She muttered, her voice echoing in my ears. Her voice was soft and soothing, and it calmed my nerves.The corners of my mouth curved, giving a wide smile. "Good girl," I uttered."Bad boy," She said with a chuckle in her voice. "I am at my mom's house now," I told her. I almost said "my parents' house," but that didn't feel right when it was really my mother's house."That is good," She said, her voice reassuring. "Take a deep breath and go inside. Just talk to her. She is your mother, and she deserves to know everything that is going on with you.

"Are you and Samantha in a relationship?" I blurted, unable to stop the question from tumbling out of my mouth.I had not meant to ask it so bluntly, but the question had always been on my mind. I could not get it out of my head. We were in my bedroom now, sitting across from each other. Romeo was leaning against the headboard of my bed, while I was on a chair by the bedside table. His brows drew together, his gaze averting from mine. "I told you I am not dating her. If I was, I would not be here with you, and I would not have told you that I wanted you back," He replied.I chewed on my bottom lip, remembering the way I had felt when I saw them kissing in the cafeteria. I could still picture the way his eyes had met mine. "Why did she kiss you in the cafeteria?"I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. "And, you also kissed back.""I'm sorry," He uttered. "It was wrong, I know. I could not just push her away when she kissed me, not with all those people watching. I know that is n

~ IVY ~I drummed my fingers against the surface of my dresser, glancing over my shoulder at my phone. I had tossed it onto the bed after sending a text to Romeo. I was relieved that it had not landed on the floor.The message itself was not risky, but it was an emotional risk for me to send it. I was anxious for his response, and my heart was beating rapidly. I could not stop my mind from racing. What if everything he had written in the letter had been a prank? Why did I always feel so anxious when it came to Romeo? I hated that he had such control over my emotions. At the same time, part of me liked how he could make me feel things I had never felt before. He made me do things I never would have otherwise, like inviting him over at night. I was grateful my mother was out of town in an emergency, and would not be back until the next day. I didn't want to have to explain Romeo's presence to her.I was shaking my leg, still filled with nervous energy. Why hadn't he responded? Was he

My lips moved to my teeth as I bit my bottom lip. My eyes darted down to the letter, taking in the neat, bold handwriting. The letter was not that long. What was I even saying? Romeo had never been the type to write letters. He was never one for expressing his feelings through writing, or telling stories. It was strange that he had chosen to write a letter now, instead of asking to meet in person. I guess he must have thought I would not have agreed to see him. I cleared my throat, preparing to read the letter aloud. I had no idea why my heart was racing. It was just a letter, nothing more. Or was it?I began to read:° My Good Girl ° I miss you, and I can't stop thinking about you. I know it is crazy to say this, but I think I'm falling more in love with you now that we are apart. The more I try to escape these feelings, the deeper I fall. Now, I regret breaking us up. We were almost perfect. We had something special, but I ruined it. I know I didn't do it on purpose, but t

I heard the question, but I pretended not to. The silence that followed was deafening. It felt like the world had stopped turning, and the only sound was my own heartbeat, pounding in my ears. I felt like I was in a different world. I was facing the question I had been avoiding asking myself. The question James had asked had my brain working overtime, even as I tried to avoid it. I could feel my brain trying to work out an answer."Ivy," James said, breaking the silence and pulling me out of my thoughts.I turned to look at him, avoiding his gaze. "What did you say?" I asked. I tucked a lock of hair behind my ear, my hand shaking slightly."I asked you if you are still in love with your ex," James repeated, his tone serious.My throat felt dry, and I swallowed hard. I knew that he was not going to let this go until I answered him. But I was not sure if I knew the answer, or if I even wanted to know the answer. Perhaps, a part of me knew the answer to his question, but I didn't want t