All Chapters of The Savage Luna and Her Six Obsessive Monsters: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Violet’s POV “I already fucked him,” Ivy said as we stepped out of class, flipping her curls. “Three times in my head and it's back to back.” Maya rolled her eyes. “Girl, you need therapy.” “I need him,” Ivy groaned. “You saw those veins? That man is a walking temptation.” “The lecturer is hot,” I admitted, “but my boyfriend’s hotter.” They both groaned, “Here comes the loyal girlfriend speech,” Maya mumbled. “You and that chapstick-wearing man,” Ivy sighed. “This one undresses people with eye contact.” “Still clear your fantasy,” I smirked. “Delusional.” Ivy snapped her gum. I was still trying to defend my man’s honor when my phone buzzed in my bag, picking it up, I saw unknown number, I almost didn’t pick up, but curiosity killed the cat and apparently also tortured girlfriends. “Hello?” “Is this Miss Violet Black?” “Yes?” I answered slowly. “This is Officer Hale from the Central Police Department. Your father has been brought in again. Robbery. He attempte

Violet’s POV It started with screams, Sasha’s, the students’, the ones burning, they clawed through the silence, echoing with every hateful word they’d thrown at me… freak, murderer, abomination, I felt blood, fire, skin peeling, my name being screamed in curses and then...nothing. Until I gasped awake. I jolted upright with a scream, heart racing, but something yanked me back down and my eyes shot towards my hands. Chains, thick and glowing, iron-forged chains, they pinned my wrists and ankles, heavy and humming with strange energy. My heart pounded, that burning inside me, it was still there, faint, but present and before I could gather my breath, I looked up and saw them. People or at least... I thought they were. Six of them stood around me, quiet and unmoving. Their features were too perfect, skin too smooth, eyes faintly glowing, they looked like statues trying to pretend they were human. One of them stepped forward, a woman, tall, with flowing silver hair that shimmered

Violet’s POV“What the hell are you two doing, fighting over this newcomer?” The elite bitch with the slap record snapped, her voice slicing through the crowd, but Zyran just cocked his head, gaze cold enough to make ice jealous.“If you don’t excuse yourself, Elara, you will burn,” Zyran said, his tone so casual it made the threat sound like a bedtime story. Elara’s bravado melted in a blink, her spine straightened and she backpedaled fast, like she’d just remembered she left the stove on somewhere. The hallway buzzed, power radiating off the two men, and honestly, I couldn’t figure out what was more confusing, the way people parted for them, the way every student clung to the walls, or the way my pulse hammered in my ears, not with fear but with something meaner, hungrier.Seriously, what the hell is going on? What’s this mate bullshit? Why are these monsters claiming me like I’m a Black Friday deal, and why am I not even scared, just... pissed off? I don’t know if I want to punch t

Violet’s POV“These damn chains!” I cried out, voice echoing off the bathroom tiles as I struggled to do the most basic thing which was fix my hair, or at least pretend to look presentable for my first day as Avenmoor’s resident problem. Every move was a disaster, the chains clinked and snagged on everything, my shirt, the faucet, the towel rack. I banged my wrist on the sink for the third time and nearly lost it.“Great, add ‘battle scars from personal hygiene’ to my growing list of traumas,” I muttered, giving the mirror my best evil eye. If curses worked here, this glass would’ve shattered by now. But the girl staring back at me? I didn’t even know her. Wild hair, tired eyes, bruised wrists, a whole aura of I-don’t-belong-here.I used to have a plan.Graduate with good grades. Get a job. Maybe marry my jerk of an ex.Now? I killed him.And here I am, in a place where people can kill each other for fun and power, and somehow I’m the one in chains.I tried to laugh, because if I star

Violet’s POV My eyes were fixed on the ugly little clock on the wall as I fought with the godawful robe. It clung to me in bad ways the color combination? A crime. Who the hell designed this... was the school blind, high, or both?"You should go, Inara," I muttered as I struggled with the chains around my wrists. They clinked with every frustrated move. My hair was a wreck, my robe was twisted, and I looked like someone who just crawled out of a swamp-themed fashion disaster.Inara leaned on the wall, perfectly patient. “Take your time. The ceremony won’t start without you. That’s... certain.”The way she said that made me pause. “What do you mean by that?”She winked, “Ignorance is bliss, Vee. Trust me.”Yeah, no thanks. I’ve had enough "bliss" since I got here to last a lifetime.I turned back to the mirror, winced at my reflection, then yanked my hair into a tight, messy bun. My face looked pale, my eyes shadowed, but at least I no longer looked like I fought a raccoon in the sup