His Real Loved Luna

The pastLILITH “Clean my room, Lilith,” Fatima spat out, her voice dripping angrily. I rose to my feet, my body trembling with fury, and pivoted to confront her, my face contorted with seething rage.“What in the world? Didn’t you see I’m doing something--” As I stumbled over my words, she snatched up my unfinished masterpiece, letting it slip through her fingers and crash to the ground. A smirk spread across her lips as if reveling in the destruction she had caused.“Do what I’ve said, or prepare to face the wrath of my mother, whose fury knows no bounds.” I shook my head, desperately attempting to regain my composure—with trembling hands, I reached down to retrieve my precious painting, only to be met with an unexpected force.She ruthlessly shoved me so intensely that my body hurtled toward the unforgiving ground.“Fatima, I plead you . . . I held this precious thing close to my heart, and let me tell you; It’s our beloved mother you’re trying to scare me--”“So what if it’s our

“You’re drunk, Lucas,” I whispered as he was nearly passing out. However, I managed to hold him and guided him to his bedroom, supporting him by wrapping my arms around him.He lay down on his bed, but suddenly he grabbed my hand, causing us to fall onto the bed. “Why do you smell so good, Fatima?” I closed my eyes, feeling the tickles as his hands gently touched my legs.“Lucas . . .” I let out a whimper. He leans in and takes a whiff of my neck.“I want to taste you so damn right, My Luna.” He gently touched my cheeks.I offer him a faint smile, but its radiance quickly fades as a heavy burden of guilt settles upon me.I don’t want to exploit Fatima’s death, but I recognize that this may be my chance to win Lucas’ affection.I felt a gulp in my throat. I whispered, “You can do anything you want to me.”His gaze locked onto mine, piercing through the depths of my soul. His piercing blue eyes speak volumes. His gaze fixated on my lips, his eyes tracing every curve and contour. With de

“Listen up, Lucas. Let me explain everything to you. I desperately yearned to engage in a heartfelt conversation with you!” I sprint after him, my heart pounding as I push my legs to their limits, determined to catch up.“Lily, there’s absolutely nothing worth discussing. You must leave immediately--”“I swear, I am innocent! I would never lay a hand on Fatima!” I cried out in surprise and sorrow as tears welled up and spilled down my cheeks. He steadfastly refused to acknowledge my presence, his unwavering gaze fixed on the distant horizon. He exclusively indulges in the rich, velvety nectar of the gods - wine.He abruptly shifted his body, fixing his gaze directly on me, causing me to shake my head in response instinctively. “I’m at a loss for words, but she was involved in a devastating accident, and my father said--”“I couldn’t care less about your explanation, not even a single ounce of concern! You nearly took Fatima’s life, and she’s still recovering!” he bellowed, his voice