Lahat ng Kabanata ng THE LUNA I NOW CRAVE: Kabanata 151 - Kabanata 160

Tristan's POVAngel had said graceful. "Wear something graceful." I didn't know if what I wore standing at Vanya's door was anything close to graceful, but it was good. Apart from being strong and extremely powerful, the Blackwoods were known for being exceptionally show stopping in fashion. The door opened, revealing Vanya in an evening knee length gown that flowed from the waist down. She had her hair in a messy bun, a hair pin holding it in place.It took all my self control to not embrace her out of the joy of just seeing her face. "I didn't know what I was supposed to wear when seeing your dad, but I figured this might be good." She pointed at the gown."It's splendid." I breathed sounding like someone who had ran from my home to hers. Marco came out of the house, a warm smile on his face."Make sure you don't stay out late. " He said to the both of us. I nodded. Four little hands clasped both my legs, making me look down."What are you doing here?" She asked them, and then looke

Vanya's pov In the past, I had been scared when he talked about protecting me from Cian. When he had said that he'd make sure Cian wouldn't bother me. I had feared for his life that he would as much as stand a silver lining against Cian but hearing this now, it felt like my confidence had been boasted, and the fear dissipated. He was way more powerful than Cian. And in a fight between the both of them, Cian would be beaten to a pulp in seconds. We got to my house but I wanted to hear more. To spend more time with him listening to his adventures. The good ones, the bad ones, the painful ones... I don't want to go in. "You have to." I pouted, glaring at him from under my eyebrows. "I don't know if you mean to be slightly angry with that expression, but it's coming off as flirty." My cheeks blushed red and he smiled, as if he had achieved his goal. "And that... I unfastened my seatbelt. Just changed my mind about staying." I opened the door and came down, just as he came down

Vanya's POV "I hate you.." I spat at him as my eyes moved to where Tara lay lifeless. She wasn't moving, she was pale. She was dead, all because of me. She had a bright future ahead of her. A beautiful life with Mike waiting for her. A wedding waiting for her. And I had ruined it. "I know Vanya. But do I look like I give a fuck?" He chuckled, and began to laugh. I looked around, there was nothing to be used as a weapon against him... The knife he had used to stab Tara he left it there, under the sink, carelessly. He bent down to my level, his hands grazing my hair. "First, I'm going to deal with you. And next..." He tutted. " We'll see about next." I tried to get up on my feet and run, but he was faster. His hand collided with my face, whipping it to the side. Another slap, and another. I kicked him in the abdomen, but this only made him furious. He grabbed my neck, pinning me under him. I never thought that I could experience trauma, until I was pinned below him and the memories o

TRISTAN'S POV Vanya had gone to make use of the restroom while I just sat in the hospital ward flipping a pen over and over between my fingers. A knock sounded on the door twice and a third before they walked into the ward. Bowing a ninety degree bow, they stood at ease, waiting to carry out my order. The pen slipped out of my hand, falling to the floor. Without sparing it a glance, my heels met with it crushing it to pieces. I grit my teeth, my eyes flashing from red back to gray and red again. My men still stood there waiting for the incentive of an order to carry it out. "You're to go to her office and tear down the damned cameras and after that, raid the bastard's house, find out where he kept all the evidence, erase them and burn his entire house to the ground. " "Yes sir!" The maids and servants in his house didn't do anything to me, so I added. "Make sure everyone is moved out of the house before setting it on fire." "Yes sir." "Adam would be in charge so wait for him

VANYA'S POV "Hey." She rose up from her bed, smiling at me. "Hey." "How do you feel?" She exhaled a laugh, shrugging. "Better than after the surgery." Tristan had told me that Tara had been unconscious since she arrived the hospital and that she had had to undergo two surgeries. One for her abdomen and the other for her head. The doctors had told him that it would be a miracle if she made it out alive but much more than a miracle if she made it out with her memories and the ability to recognize faces. Mike stood in as her only guardian and told the doctors to commence with the surgeries. It was a tough time for him knowing that there was a 20% chance of full recovery for her. But to everyone's surprise, after she had woken up, she had only lost the memories of that day. The next day, she recovered them, every other memory remained intact. "I heard how you were termed the miracle patient." I laughed a little. "What can I say. You told me to fight. To stay alive. I obeyed