All Chapters of Under The Waning Moon: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

'Why are you jealous?' Lina bit down the question that she was dying to ask Eon. She doesn't want to be in a relationship where she is the only one that would love. She's tired of being a choice that never got chosen. Eon watched Lina's expression. When it seemed that she's not going to ask any questions, he rolled to his side, facing her. "Go back to sleep. You need to rest." He reached for her, grazing his knuckles on her cheeks. "I don't want to sleep." Eon knitted his brows. He has been watching Lina since she came to Luna. She looked so agitated and jumpy. It came to his mind that she must have taken something but when he wiped away the makeup from her face, he saw the dark circles under her eyes—a clear indication of lack of sleep. He wondered if his words were the ones that kept her awake. "What do you mean?" He asked because he doesn't want to take her statement in the wrong way. He could interpret her sentence into different meanings, one wou

"You know that you are so annoying, right?" Lina glared at Eon behind the steering wheel. When she finished drying her dress, she bid him goodbye but he insisted on driving her back to her hotel in her annoyance. But Eon wasn’t fazed with her sour mood. He just chuckled lightly at her as if he was amused whenever she glared at him. She doesn’t want to be how she could get rid of him without sounding like an ingrate, she threw her gaze outside the window. “I think it would be best if you don’t come to Luna–” “I have no plan to come back there. Don’t worry!” She snapped at him, stopping his sentence midway. Eon clicked his tongue. “I’m telling you not to come back to Luna for no other reason than, those who kidnapped you, got you there. Until we don’t know who they are and what they want from you…”He stopped the car at the red light. “Let’s play safe and avoid places that were already your routine.” Lina sighed. In her brain, Eon’s explanation m

'We are coming.' Lina shuddered. The three ominous words that were written in red paint in the bathroom mirror kept on replaying in her head. They were like three pairs of eyes, staring at her, looking straight to her soul, telling her to run for they are coming. Her nightmares where a pack of dogs was running after her flashed in her head and she whimpered. She pulled Eon's leather jacket's collar tighter around her neck. His scent that was clinging on the leather gave her comfort. Eon gave her his jacket when she wouldn't stop shaking the moment she saw the words of the people who were after her. Now, he is the one talking to the hotel management about what happened because she couldn't form a coherent sentence. Her words overlapped with each other, her voice shaking as well as her whole body, teeth chattering. He was discussing the missing security footage with the chief of security of the hotel when he heard Lina whimpering and his heart was clenched in h

Eon walked around Lina's apartment, surveying every nook which wasn't much since the place was quite small compared to penthouses where she used to stay. "Why did you stop staying in a hotel?" "And how did you know that I stay in a hotel?" She crocked her eyebrow. "I heard from Larissa," Eon turned his back to Lina for he was caught off guard with her question. He was just so curious about the sudden move that Lina did that he couldn't help but ask. "I didn't expect you to be a nosy brother." She scoffed. Eon exhaled a relieved sigh with what he heard because Larissa didn't tell him anything. He just lied because he was guilty that he had Lina investigated. And as much as possible, he didn't want her to know that piece of information. He casually walked to the threshold leading to the garden and put a miniature camera in a small crack on the wall. Since Lina refused any of his men to be around her, she even asked them to leave right af

Lina was on her nth cup of coffee and she was on the last box of her stuff to open and fix. She had a good idea of what to do with her clothes because of what she did with the majority of them. When she checked her app on the online store, she got a lot of messages from those who already bought her old clothes, asking if she had more. Because of it, she dug into her clothes once again, separating all the clothes that she could sell, and ended up with almost seventy percent of her clothes to be sold. She left a message to her buyers that she had more clothes but she was currently indisposed that she would get back to posting new clothes after two days. What she did was throw in the empty boxes the clothes that she would sell and push them at the corner of the room. Her closet was left with lots of empty spaces and the thought of shopping for new clothes was enough to fuel her enthusiasm to have those clothes she no longer wanted to be sold online. The money she got, t