บททั้งหมดของ The Rejected Luna Twin: บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

Aria sat down on the bare floor of the dungeon she had found herself in without any explanation from anyone. One moment she had been with Camille, the next minute, a maid had come for her, then another minute later, she was being rounded up by some of the werewolves men that seemed to be stronger than she was by a whole lot. Before she could comprehend what was going on, she had been bundled with some ropes and dumped into the dungeon, and left there to herself. Not a single soul had stayed behind to guard her, so she couldn't ask what her offense was.She tugged at the end of the rope tying her upper body together to see if she could dislodge the rope but she didn't have any luck with it. It had been tied to firmly secured in place for her to untie. When she saw that she had failed to set herself free, she crawled to the bar of the dungeon and tried to see if she could get anyone. She pressed her cheek to the little iron bar barricading her from leaving and she let out a little whimpe

Aria sat in her room, she wanted to stand but her feet felt wobbly.Her heart was still beating from when she saw Ellie, it had been too long since she saw her, Ellie still had that cynical look in her eyes, even when she was supposed to be scared, Ellie was always the stronger one of them and the smarter one too, she was the failure among them, the rotten egg.She remembered how easy it was for Ellie to believe that she was evil, how quick her family changed.“They were never really there” Aria said aloud, their contempt for her had always been there.Her father had always blamed her for her mother’s death, silently with his dismissal and lack of interest in her, Ellie had never truly been there for her, Ellie only saw her as competition, someone to make herself feel better. Her marriage to Gerald had been the icing on the cake. It felt like they finally had an excuse, they finally found something wrong with her a reason to cast her out.Sometimes she wondered how her life would be i

It was a beautiful night, Miguel thought.On nights like this, he liked to paint in his room with music playing in his ears loudly, with his curtains pulled back and his windows open to let in the fresh air, while he painted the night in all its starry glory.Tonight he couldn’t paint, Miguel couldn’t even remember when last he had painted. He was out with his family, camping by the border.Only that they weren’t just camping, they were night guarding the border. He and all the men in his familly had been there for over three months, nothing special had happened, nothing dangerous, and nothing will happen, he had been telling his father this for months, but when did his father ever listen to him.All he wanted was to be back at home with his paint and his headphones, not to be here sleeping on the hard ground in the cold with a fire that never stayed overnight.His father told him that this was supposed to be their life, every four months his family camped near the border in the cold,

The noise of Bob's’s heeled shoes pacing up and down disturbed the peace of the office. Every once in a while, someone would look up with a sigh. “What’s wrong with him, anyway?” An elderly woman would whisper to the lady in the desk right next to her and the lady would shrug in response. They’d never seem their boss this agitated. “Dear God!” Bob groaned in silence as he thought of how desperate and pathetic he must have sounded while he begged Jessica to take the job. He’d hoped that the mere offer of handing her the job she’d lost would be enough for her but apparently she was a hard nut to crack and he had to beg and beg until he threw in his last and final card: the party package of the house, car and massive salary increase that was usually meant for top tier journalists that were risking their lives.“I hate making promises,” was the last thing she’d said before ending the call abruptly. The nerve! Bob had thought in utter rage and if he wasn’t in the company facility he woul

FLASHBACK Aria's troubled mind was brought to a still immediately when she felt a larger hand slowly cover her own. At that moment, Aria didn't know how to feel, she definitely didn't see that coming, nor did she anticipate the things it was going to do to her.Damien's cold hand encroached over Aria's balled up fist, he didn't actually know why he did it. Heck, all he knew was that his hand had acted out of its own accord while he watched her struggle with what he presumed to be related to her entering a jet for the first time.At the feeling of his hand over hers, Ari realised that she'd been so anxious that her hands were firmly gripping the leather seat of the jet. The atmosphere was now riddled with self awareness.Both Aria and Damien were so painfully aware of their connected hands but neither spoke up to acknowledge it. They all continued in their business like nothing happened, knowing fully well that there was something happening.Damien who was sitting beside Aria found him