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CHAPTER 117: BUBBLEGUM DISASTER
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2025-07-13 07:30:05DAMON'S POV
The shower was impossibly cramped, like trying to clean myself inside a broom closet. Each movement brought chaos—an elbow collided sharply with the tiled wall, a bottle toppled from the overcrowded caddy, crashing onto the slick floor. I had barely stepped in before nearly knocking myself unconscious on the absurdly low showerhead. A few inches lower, and it would’ve doubled as a guillotine. Who on earth designed this torture chamber?And then there was the color.Everything—absolutely everything—was pink. A relentless explosion of bubblegum hues assaulted my senses. Pink shampoo lined the shelf like soldiers. Pink bars of soap sat in their trays, almost smug. A pink shower curtain clung to the rod like cotton candy, and the matching bathmats underfoot made it feel like I was showering inside a flamingo’s fever dream. I hadn’t imagined her to be the type to embrace this level of frilly chaos. Clearly, I’d misjudged. Regret crept in—I should’ve
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TO DENY A LUNA CHAPTER 117: BUBBLEGUM DISASTER
DAMON'S POVThe shower was impossibly cramped, like trying to clean myself inside a broom closet. Each movement brought chaos—an elbow collided sharply with the tiled wall, a bottle toppled from the overcrowded caddy, crashing onto the slick floor. I had barely stepped in before nearly knocking myself unconscious on the absurdly low showerhead. A few inches lower, and it would’ve doubled as a guillotine. Who on earth designed this torture chamber?And then there was the color.Everything—absolutely everything—was pink. A relentless explosion of bubblegum hues assaulted my senses. Pink shampoo lined the shelf like soldiers. Pink bars of soap sat in their trays, almost smug. A pink shower curtain clung to the rod like cotton candy, and the matching bathmats underfoot made it feel like I was showering inside a flamingo’s fever dream. I hadn’t imagined her to be the type to embrace this level of frilly chaos. Clearly, I’d misjudged. Regret crept in—I should’ve
TO DENY A LUNA CHAPTER 116: VANILLA FUDGE
VELARA'S POVThe room buzzed with a kind of restless exhaustion, the kind that settled deep in the bones after a long day filled with too much noise and not enough rest. Damon’s voice cut through the quiet like a tired sigh, laced with sarcastic disbelief. “Calm down, will you? You and Kylie are easily the most hotheaded rogues I’ve ever had the misfortune of crossing paths with.” His tone was playful, but the weariness behind it was unmistakable.Across the room, Elysia let out a groan, the sound dragged from somewhere deep in her chest. She rubbed at her eyes with the back of her hand, the gesture oddly reminiscent of a cranky child past her bedtime. Her limbs moved slowly, as though each one carried its own weight. “Sorry,” she muttered, her voice cracking under the strain of fatigue. “I’m just running on empty.”She bent to retrieve a crumpled sweater from the floor, the fabric pooling in her hands like something forgotten. Her face twisted into a grim
TO DENY A LUNA CHAPTER 115: DEVIL IN WAISTCOAT
VELARA'S POVThere’s a strange tension in the air having Damon inside my home. It feels foreign. Off. The kind of awkwardness that prickles beneath the skin. Things I normally handle for Kael were now being redirected to his father. Like cutting up his food. All of a sudden, I wasn’t the one he needed. When it came time for his bath, he didn’t call for me. He wanted Damon.All evening, my hands felt useless, like they didn’t belong to me. The task was simple—just warming up dinner. Nothing complicated. Nothing strenuous. But the way they trembled slightly, hovering over the microwave buttons or fumbling with the edge of a plate, told a different story. I couldn’t focus. My body moved through the motions, but my mind was stuck somewhere far darker.Damon, on the other hand, said nothing. Not a single word of complaint. He didn’t even seem to notice how disconnected I was. He sat there, fully absorbed in Kael’s stories, his eyes softening in a way I hadn’t s
TO DENY A LUNA CHAPTER 114: PHOTOS AND FOUNDATION
VELARA'S POV With a reluctant exhale, I give in. He’s definitely going to be the most muscular secretary we’ve ever had at the front desk. He looks hilariously mismatched sitting behind it, especially with the pastel pink stationery and dainty decorations. I unlock my office door and head straight to the bookshelf. Pulling out the old hotel photo album, I make my way to my desk and settle into the chair. Damon walks over, standing beside me as I open the cover. The first page holds an aged black-and-white photograph of Lilith’s parents back when they owned this place. I remove the picture and hand it to him. It shows a man and a woman cradling a baby, which, according to Lilith, is her. Damon studied the photograph in his hand, head tilted slightly as his brows pulled together in faint concentration. “This doesn’t look too bad,” he murmured, eyes lingering on the aged black-and-white image. A quiet laugh escaped me, no more
TO DENY A LUNA CHAPTER 113: REWRITING THE RULES
VELARA'S POVI waved off the earlier subject, urgency pressing harder now. Whatever else there was could wait. Right now, I needed clarity. My voice was steady as I turned to Isla, asking what she truly needed.“Yes.”Her shoulders were tight, and the strain in her voice made it clear how hard this had already been for her. She explained, carefully controlling her tone, that they were threatening to discharge him—unless he could start paying. The justification? A supposed lack of beds. But the truth was obvious beneath the excuse. He was a rogue. And rogues never got the benefit of the doubt.Behind me, Damon let out a gruff, disbelieving sound, the frustration in his voice sharp as he called it out for what it was—nonsense. He pointed out what we already knew. The hospital wasn’t even near full capacity.Isla dropped her gaze to the floor. There was a heavy silence before she admitted the truth, one we’d all grown painfully used to. It w
TO DENY A LUNA CHAPTER 112: WHEN HOME SHUTS YOU OUT
VELARA'S POVA quiet sigh slipped past my lips, the weight of unspoken truth pressing heavily against my chest. The question hung in the air, and I searched for the right words, ones that didn’t tremble with uncertainty. "Yes and no," I murmured. "It would be a relief to finally stop hiding, to stop pretending. But at the same time, the thought of everyone’s reaction terrifies me."Beside me, Damon shifted slightly in his seat, the creak of the leather faint beneath the hum of the engine. His voice came low, laced with a hint of confusion. "Why didn’t you just tell him in the first place?"I turned toward him slowly, lifting an eyebrow in silent reproach. It wasn’t even worth a verbal response. The question itself carried too much innocence for what we’d endured. Realizing the absurdity of what he’d said, he let out a soft laugh, scratching the back of his neck."Okay, yeah. That was a dumb question," he admitted, the corners of his mouth twitchin
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