Semua Bab Fake Vow, True Luna: Bab 211 - Bab 220

OliviaThe soft lapping of the water, the wind rustling the leaves, the distant chirps of birds—this place was magic.Nathan had set up a cozy area near the edge of the little pond by the cabin with blankets and soft cushions. He gently dipped Aurora’s toes into the cool water, the baby’s giggles echoing with delight.Elliot, on the other hand, wrinkled his nose, clearly unimpressed with the sensation.“Aurora seems to like it,” I remarked, laughing as Nathan tried to appease Elliot by bouncing him gently in his arms.“Well, at least one of them does,” Nathan chuckled, wiping away a droplet that had managed to find its way onto Elliot’s cheek.As evening descended upon us, Nathan took out a vintage gramophone, placing it on a nearby table. Soon, soft melodies filled the air.The soft strains of the gramophone filled the evening air, its melodic tones intertwining with the gentle sounds of nature. Nathan reached out, his fingers brushing mine, sending a familiar tingle down my spine.“

OliviaThe gentle roar of the waterfall faded as we began our walk back to the cabin. The sun sat low in the sky, casting a golden hue over everything and bathing the forest in warm, soft light. It seemed like the woods themselves were holding their breath, waiting for the magic hour to fully descend.Nathan reached out, lacing his fingers through mine.His grip was firm, yet gentle—a constant reminder of his steadfast presence. The path was uneven, a mosaic of roots, rocks, and moss, but with Nathan by my side, I felt grounded, even invincible.As we approached a steeper part of the trail, Nathan’s free hand automatically went to my waist, steadying me. A particularly tricky section had rocks acting like nature’s staircase. Nathan went first, turning around to guide me down.“Give me your other hand,” he said. I did, and with his hands securely holding mine, I felt the reassuring pull of his strength as I navigated the uneven terrain.Every step I took, Nathan’s eyes never left mine,

OliviaThe morning air was crisp and carried a hint of pine as we drove away from our brief hideaway, the villa nestled in nature’s embrace. Heading back to the bustling heart of the pack’s territory felt both comforting and nerve-wracking, especially after the recent events that had shaken our lives.“I need a coffee,” I muttered, my eyes scanning the passing scenery. “Stopping at that little cafe in town sounds good right about now.”Nathan chuckled. “The one with the raspberry scones you love?”I nodded enthusiastically. “Exactly that one!”As we approached the town, the familiar landscape of brick and stone buildings came into view. We parked in front of the quaint little coffee shop named ‘Moonlit Brew’.Its facade, adorned with hanging plants and vintage signage, gave it an old-world charm.We entered, immediately enveloped by the warm, rich aroma of freshly ground coffee. It was cozy inside, with wood-paneled walls lined with black and white photographs of the town from a bygon

OliviaI felt my stomach twist around itself. Or rather, I felt something twist around my stomach, writhing its way up around my heart.The serpent. Dread. A bad omen.“How… How did you know?” I asked.The witch chuckled, a sound like metal being raked over hot coals. Suddenly, the damp tea leaves stuck to the bottom of my cup were far too pungent, nauseating. I set the cup down with a clatter.“I knew all along,” she said, swirling her own unfinished tea in her cup. “When you came here to restore your friend’s hand, I knew. And I could sense it tonight; you’ve been waiting to ask. You’ve been… nervous.”She was right. Entirely right.The air was thick and cloying inside the witch’s hut, heavy with the scent of burning herbs and aged wood. Each shift in our seats made the floorboards creak. The house felt as though it was shuddering beneath our movements, as though it had gained legs and was carrying us away, deeper into the forest.The dim glow from the candles cast eerie shadows on

Olivia“Ow… Mommy!”I was a little girl, no older than six, laughing as I soared higher and higher on the swingset in our backyard. My mom had warned me about going too high, but I didn’t listen. Now, I wished that I had.In my enthusiasm, I lost my grip. Suddenly, the world was spinning as I was flung from the swing, landing with a thud on the ground below. The shock of the fall left me winded and tears filled my eyes. My knee and elbow burned, scraped raw against the gravel.“Mommyyyy!”“Olivia!” My mother’s voice, full of concern, reached my ears before I saw her rushing towards me, her long auburn hair flowing behind her. She was by my side in an instant, cradling my face and examining my scrapes with a gentle touch.“There, there, my brave girl,” she cooed, wiping away my tears with the back of her hand. She kissed my scraped knee and then my elbow, as if her kisses held some magical healing power. “All better?”I nodded, sniffling. With a strength that always surprised me, espec