All Chapters of A LUNA'S REVENGE : Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

I groaned as my foot tangled in a vine, staggering and swearing all at once. I wouldn’t stop. I felt warm blood trickle over my toe. The scent of fresh blood would lead my assailants to me. I know this. Still, I wouldn’t slow down. The midnight cold stung my skin. The bushes, with razor-sharp knives attached to the edges of their leaves, sliced through my legs as I raced on, defiant. The debris on the forest floor set traps of stumps on my path. "It's no use running, boy!” Father’s voice echoed through the forest. I squinted. I was almost at my destination. I approached a large mildew-ridden boulder ahead and took a sharp left, not slowing down to catch my breath. My instincts were on high alert. I could hear the wolves growl and snap behind me. Father's laughter filtered into my ears, sending tiny shivers down my neck. "There's no way to run. It's just a matter of time before I catch up with you, boy. Tick! Tock!” The moonlit forest, home to my pack for these past months, was

“He looked even hotter in a suit!” Rebekah thought as she swallowed and stared at the stranger before her. "Ma Cherie, meet..." "Brown Burton" he cut in, extending his hand for a handshake. "I could take it from here Sir, if you don't mind" "Oh. Go ahead" Jean Pierre agreed almost too easily. He sank into his chair and flashed a mischievous smile at Rebekah. He – Brown Burton took what could have been a step forward and stretched his hand for a handshake. "And you are?" "Rebekah. Rebekah Palmer." she didn't stutter. She didn’t take his hand either. Thank you, Biology. "Rebekah, quite a name." he dropped his hand slowly. If he was embarrassed, he did a good job hiding it. "Is that for me, milady?" He motioned towards the coffee in her hand. That wonderfully sexy name he called her in that wonderfully sexy voice. She felt her heart race and then slowly run out of fuel. Why does he keep calling her that? "Oh, this...” she turned to Jean Pierre. "Oh, don't look at me. Let the yo

Rebekah moved her body in rhythm, humming a song with nothing but a towel over her body. She held the two dresses, one in each hand and posed before the mirror. The red gown in her left hand had been a Christmas gift she had gotten for herself two years ago, and it still fit.It was a red turtle necked gown with tiny pearls all around the neck that barely reached her knees. It was a simple gown. No, not simple, classy. Or hot? Yes, hot, that’s the word.The last time she had worn this gown, to Norton’s end of year Christmas ball, she had turned lots of heads. She could only assume that she didn’t look as plain as she normally looked on regular days. Maybe if she had found the courage to go with a date, he could have told her if she looked nice or not. Or maybe she had worn it all wrong. Or did she just lack what it takes to rock the gown?The second gown was not as hot as the first.A black cotton gown that hugged her slightly the last time she had worn it. It wasn’t beautiful per s

She remained that way until lunch time, bent over her work with furrowed brows. He watched with keen interest as she removed her glasses and wiped them against the edge of her gown. Somehow, even this managed to take his breath away. She caught him staring and immediately became self-conscious, touching her face in childish horror?’ “Relax milady” Brown smiled at her, “You're so beautiful I get lost and stare” He noticed the slight flush of her cheek. She was definitely getting his vibe. “No need to be cute, Brown. I know I look like shit” Brown took a deep breath and sank deeper into his chair, his eyes not leaving her face. He loved the glint in her eyes even when she 'looked like shit' as she put it. “You promised me a date. Don't think you can back out now.” She laughed. Her cheekbones spread perfectly, like she was made to smile. Brown decided to tell her. “Your smile is flawless, milady. You were totally made to smile” Two shots! Her cheek was even redder than

“You came for me, that’s so sweet of you, Brown.”“You left this behind, milady.” he bowed and handed her the purse.“You don’t really intend that I pay for this right?”She collected three large cones of the pink and white ice-cream from the little boy. The boy’s grey eyes glinted with a certain hue that made him so beautiful. Rebecca ran her hands through the mass of blonde hair on the boy’s head and hey both smiled.“What’s your name boy?” Brown asked the boy, fiddling with his pocket for money. The boy pointed to the nametag on his shirt, ALEX. “Alex, you can’t talk?” The boy smiled and shook his head, touching his ears and mouth and shaking his fingers afterwards. “Awwn. And he’s such a cutie.”“Calm down Anna, what’s with you and this ice cream? You even got three cones.”“Two. This one is all yours” she pushed one of the cones to his face. He paid the little boy before collecting the cone from Anna. “I’m a grown man, Anna. I shouldn’t be eating ice cream."“My father used t