All Chapters of Why the moon roars: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

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Would it?

STEPHEN'S POV It took a while, but Ardyn finally finished getting ready. And when he did, he came running out with an oversized jersey and jorts. The jersey was customised, clearly. It had the numbers zero and seven on the front and nineteen on the back. Also on the front, at the top left corner, was Ardyn's name in gold block letters with “ARD” being on top and “YN” being underneath. It was somehow done in a way that they were all still within the same space, regardless of the extra letter. At the back, on top of the number nineteen was “Goldberg” in all capital letters, and in gold just like the number. The main colour theme for the jersey was black and gold, but the gold numbers were outlined with white a bit. His jorts were mid blue, and they were slightly baggy as well. Ardyn had a pair of black Naked Wolfe sneakers on, and they were the type that was all black except for the brand name on them that was written in white. He had white socks on as well. He had his hair down, t

Last Updated : 2024-09-21

Nightshade or Nightmare?

DENZEL'S POV“P-Please.” I clicked my tongue, annoyed and tired at the same word repeated at us by the same person. It was a new girl I had seen the others dragging in about two days ago. I wasn't sure of her age, but if I were to guess I would say she would be around sixteen or seventeen years. Worst case scenario, maybe fifteen years old. I was seated on one of the only chairs in the basement dungeon of the mansion. For some reason, I was on guard duty for the new girls today. I figured it was the best punishment Nightshade could think of when I told him what I did to Andrew. Of course though, I left out the details since I didn't want to be asked questions that I wouldn't know how to answer properly. It wasn't so bad. I had received a slap or two, and then I was choked against a wall for taking actions like that without permission. I think he decided I would be more useful being kept alive or something, but he must've felt that I still needed to be punished for my, quote on quote

Last Updated : 2024-09-21

To be or to not be?

DENZEL'S POV I was never really the kind to share things with people. Except it was food, of course. I loved my things, and anything labelled as my property was simply just that: my property. It wasn't like I was obsessed with things or anything crazy like that. I simply just didn't like it when people touched things that belonged to me. I didn't like the fact that I had to stay and stand still upright as another man — a disgusting one that just happened to be my boss at that — fondled with and touched my woman. Nightshade's hand slid up higher and higher, and I was starting to wonder if he would finger her or do something sexual — or at least more sexual than this — right in front of me. I wasn't the kind of person to beat around the bush, nor was I the kind to make empty threats. When I said something, be it out loud or in my head, I would follow through with it for sure, under any circumstance and without taking possible consequences into consideration. So, as I continued to

Last Updated : 2024-09-21

Who I’m not.

DENZEL'S POV Sometimes in life, or well, mine specifically, there were certain stages you would reach where you had to do things you didn't want to. I would like to honk that I had once again reached that stage, If you looked back, and thought of where you started from and how far you've come — be it down a negative path or a positive path — sometimes you would be proud of yourself, other times though, you would wish your mother had truly aborted you when she had the chance. I grew up wrongly, and I was a strong believer in the self quotes that say that I shouldn't have grown at all. I should've killed myself, and I should've jumped off the bridge that day. All hopes and future aspirations be damned. I could remember that day like it was yesterday. It was merely a few weeks after my parents had sold me and I was living here with Nightshade. It was the day he'd first made me kill someone, and I was self aware enough that I could admit that I wasn't taking it well at the time. It a

Last Updated : 2024-09-21

Is it?

DENZEL'S POV I took her hand in mine, rubbing circles into the back of it. Her skin was somewhat wrinkly, and her skin was so pale I could see her veins even without her having to flex her palm. Cynthia had soft skin, I had to give her that. My hands were bigger than hers by a lot, and it was almost cute. It was bordering on irritating how much she reminded me of my mother. I sighed, briefly looking at Miguel Angel as he tied the handkerchief over her mouth. There was already a bucket filled with warm water with a clean towel on it so Miguel Angel could clean her up and take her back to the cage when we were done. Well, if she didn't die from blood loss at least. I normally didn't gag my toys when I played with them, but I had enough fun with her today, and I would like to believe I had relieved enough stress. So, it was time to get that gift for Devina, and I was pretty sure the pain from whatever I would end up doing would shock her awake or something like that. The problem wa

Last Updated : 2024-09-21

Right back where we started.

BAEKALIS’ POV I sat in my room, well I was trying to sit at least. I went from pacing around, to sitting down for a bit and then back to pacing around again. Cyrus was still in the living room the last time I checked, but that had been a while ago. I was sure he would've already gone back to his own room by now. I felt a pang in my chest at the thought. Cyrus hadn't been to his own room in months, ever since we got together. Even if he did go, it was only for a few seconds to grab some clothes that he hadn't moved over to my room yet. I felt bad, and as if I was mad at him for no reason. But I wasn't. I needed Cyrus to understand the fact that he couldn't just not tell me stuff and I would be okay with it. It was demeaning and it made me feel…unimportant in some way. Like he could just replace me anytime he wanted to. He had already proposed, and we were supposed to start talking about wedding plans once this whole thing with Nightshade was over. But that didn't mean he had to push

Last Updated : 2024-09-21

Scattered.

STEPHEN'S POV “I don't think this is a good idea,” the man said for the umpteenth time that night. I kicked my feet from where I was seated at the back of the unfamiliar car, sighing as I went through the plan in my head over and over again. Was this really worth it? “You don't think anything is a good idea, except it's yours. And yours usually suck ass, by the way,” the only woman among us scoffed, rolling her eyes. “Shut the fuck up, Denzel.”The aforementioned placed a hand on his chest, his mouth falling open as he acted offended. “I'm sorry? I have great ideas. Right, Miguel Angel?”We all turned to the guy that was seated beside me, who was quietly playing with his fingers. He visibly shrunk at the glares he received, probably wondering who he was going to please. “Y-Yes, sir…” he finally said. Denzel cheered, smiling at the female cheekily. “See? I told you. You're just a hater, Devina.”“Oh, please. He just said that because he's scared shitless,” Devina huffed, rolling h

Last Updated : 2024-09-21

Broken kinda man.

CYRUS’ POVI yawned tiredly as the sun shone into my eyes, turning over as I felt for Baek, wanting to give her a good morning kiss.I patted the space beside, me feeling for her small frame before I groggily sat up.I sluggishly made my way to the bathroom, my feet refusing to move with each step I took as I yawned tiredly.“Darling?” I called out, peeping into the bathroom as I moved my hair out of my face.I moved to the corridors, calling out as the maids paused what they were doing briefly, giving me confused looks as I shouted out the name of my fiance.Clyde trudged out of his room, his eyes full and droopy from sleep.“What's going o…on?” He asked, yawning as he walked toward me, hands deep in his pocket as he leaned onto the wall, closing his eyes again.He never was a morning person.“Do you know where Baek is?” I asked, worry seeping into my tone as I craned my neck around his slender frame, his caramel scent gently wafting into my nose as he mumbled in his sleep.“Clyde!”

Last Updated : 2024-09-21

War cried.

CYRUS’ POV My head was hurting, and I could feel the familiar process of a vision coming in as I struggled to hold myself upright. But it felt different, as if it was some sort of advanced form of a vision and a mind link combined together. “Stephen,” I called out, unsure if it was really him. “Cyrus, listen to me, I don't have much time. Listen closely, she's somewhere in the forest; close to the border. I don't exactly know where because we moved her two nights ago.”He continued, “She's alive for now but they plan to kill her and Cynthia soon, so you have to hurry.”“Stephen,” I called out as he was sucked out of the dark room, my head spinning as I re-appeared in the sitting room.I shook my head as I looked up at Clyde and Natalia, their faces mirroring worry as they stared at me.“What was that?” They chorused, rushing to my side.“Stephen mind linked me…I think. It was different, and not like how it usually is. I'm not sure.” I nipped at my bottom lip, my eyebrows furrowed i

Last Updated : 2024-09-21

Mr and Mrs Moon

Baelakis POV As the chapel doors opened, revealing a sea of familiar faces bathed in the soft glow of room light, my breath caught in my throat.The faces of our loved ones were illuminated by the gentle glow, but it was Cyrus who commanded my attention. He stood tall and proud at the altar, looking breathtakingly handsome. He was a vision of elegance, his tall frame accentuated by the perfectly tailored suit that hugged his broad shoulders and narrow waist. His black hair was swept back, revealing his strong, chiseled features and those mesmerizing grey eyes that seemed to see right through to my soul.As I took in every detail of his appearance, my gaze lingered on the scar that stretched across his nose and above his mouth. It was a reminder of the battles he had fought, the trials he had overcome. The wound had begun to heal, a testament to his resilience.Cyrus exuded a quiet confidence as he waited for me at the altar, his eyes filled with love and a hint of mischief.As I took my

Last Updated : 2024-09-22

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