Todos los capítulos de The OutCast Luna : Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

Right from the start, my mother, Maddie, made it evident that she had no desire to be a part of my life, going as far as to avoid making eye contact or cradling me in her arms. This created an impenetrable divide between us, leaving me with an overwhelming sense of isolation and abandonment. The reason behind my mother's disdain for me was simple—she blamed me for my father's abandonment. It was not my fault that I inherited his features and reminded her of him, yet she held it against me as if I had any control over my appearance. Instead of showering me with love and care, she arranged for two other women, Stacy and Erica, to take care of my every need. These women became my surrogate mothers, providing the love and affection that I so desperately craved. As I got older, I started to realize more and more that my mother's love was missing from my life. While my friends enjoyed the love and support of their mothers, I had to figure things out on my own. The two women who took care o

In that exact moment, a surge of intense and agonizing sensation courses through the entirety of my being, originating from multiple angles, compelling me to release a piercing scream as the torment engulfs me. It feels as though countless fiery needles are piercing my skin, searing through my veins, and tearing at my muscles. The pain is unbearable, consuming every inch of my existence, leaving no respite. As the agony escalates, the resounding noise of my bones fracturing fills my senses, resembling the delicate snap of twigs succumbing to immense strain. This auditory symphony of devastation reverberates within my ears, amplifying the intensity of the torment. Astonishingly, my shattered bones swiftly knit themselves back together, defying the laws of nature. It is as if they are trapped in an eternal loop of annihilation and rebirth, perpetually subjected to excruciating repetition, with each occurrence surpassing the previous one in terms of sheer anguish. My body is seized by u

I find myself standing at the entrance of Sweet Adventures, a quaint little boutique that seems to hold a world of possibilities within its walls. The vibrant colors and delicate fabrics of the dresses on display catch my eye, but a wave of uncertainty washes over me. I have never been one to embrace fashion or venture outside my comfort zone when it comes to clothing choices.Adele, my confident and fashion-forward friend, senses my hesitation and flashes me an encouraging smile. Her eyes sparkle with excitement as she insists that I give this place a chance. With a gentle yet firm grip on my arm, she leads me through the threshold, determined to show me the wonders that await inside.As we make our way deeper into the store, I am enveloped by a sea of dresses, each one more stunning than the last. The racks are filled with an assortment of styles, from elegant evening gowns to flirty sundresses, catering to every taste and occasion. The air is filled with the scent of new fabrics an

As he gradually approaches me, he introduces himself, “I go by the name of Jericho,” he utters with confidence.“Hey there, kiddo, mind telling me your name?” Jericho inquires with a friendly smile, his voice filled with curiosity.“I'm definitely not a little kid,” I confidently inform him. “No way you're older than twelve,” Jericho teases, a playful smirk adorning his features.“You know what? I'm actually sixteen, thank you very much,” I retort to Jericho with a hint of sass in my voice.“Absolutely not, there's no chance,” Jericho chuckles. “By the way, what's your name, sweet pea?” I casually drop my name, saying, “You can call me Sable.”“Hey Sable, it's great to finally meet you! I'm curious, what brings you all the way out here?” Jericho inquires, standing right in front of me.“I quickly dashed away from the New Year's Party where my pack was gathered,” I confessed to Jericho, averting my gaze.“Wait, you're part of the Night Howlers pack? I don't remember ever seeing you w

Heading to the gym, I let out a sigh of frustration because I know I have to endure PE with my sister Nichole and her rowdy group of friends. It's always a nightmare because they never fail to make snide remarks or start chaos, and I always end up getting hurt in the process. Grumbling, I push open the heavy doors of the gym and make my way to the locker room. As I enter, the rest of the girls follow suit, and we all begin changing into our gym clothes. Suddenly, all the lockers start opening and slamming shut repeatedly, causing everyone to scream in surprise and rush out of the locker room in a panic, myself included. Once we're in the gym, I can feel the judgmental stares from the other girls, their sneers clear on their faces. “Why do you always have to be the one causing problems?” Jazmine asks me, her friends snickering in the background.I take a deep breath, trying to steady my racing heart as I face the judgmental stares of Jazmine and her clique. It's not the first time the