All Chapters of The Luna objection: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

DreliaTo all the girls who ever feels ugly, there's a way out, love yourself more.These are the words I use as an encouragement and so when Lauren steals my glory and the world cheers her instead of me, I ignore.When father takes my kidney and implants for his girlfriend who ends up running away, I ignore.When injustice and depression shapes me, I accept but now, I'm tired.I just want to die.But before I die tonight, I have one last wish, to see him. My favorite hockey player miles. That's why I'm sitting on the bleachers, writing on my diary and shunning the loud roar in the background.I'm wearing a T-shirt that has his name boldly written on the back with a headphone on.Closing my diary, I return it to my bag and trail my gaze below the rim.I see players jogging out from the rink, the loud cheer erupts when miles comes in sight.Ladies throws roses, guys ripe off their shirts in support and the eyes of the elder glint with delight. MEveryone's here for him.At least for no

Drelia Somber music plays in my head but it's replaced by the beeping sound of a holster machine.I squint my eyes as the smell of disinfectant hits my nose. I hear the sound of sterile objects and then a sudden silence follows after the slam of a door.Am I alive?I'm still weak and now, I feel something heavy on me. The last I remember is dying in the arms of a ghost.Someone's holding my hand, warm, not cold.Curiously, I spur my eyes open and the harsh florescent light floods my face.My hand push the heavy thing which I discover is a blanket on me.I wince, attempting to rise up but someone quickly grabs my shoulder and made me sit upright.I move my eyes to have a look at who it is and the shock stole my every breath.Miles?The cold, conservative, daring and heart throbbing crush of mine? It's rare to even steal chances with him.He sits back on his chair, his expression is neutral and my mouth refuses to close.Miles cross his legs and then let go of my hand. No bright look, j

I did it again.I could have stayed still, I shouldn't have...I growl, punching the wall before me and panting heavily. If only...I don't know what to say or think about.I didn't realize my fists were bleeding until I felt exhausted and ran my fingers on my face.It keeps taking control like an ego that wouldn't be easy to get rid of.My hands trembles as I leaned on the rail, everything was blurry before my sight and I could feel it, that hate already.Perhaps, they were right, everyone would turn away from me, eventually, I'd be alone.Reeled with anger and a consuming fury, I moved towards my closet, dragged a cloak from the hanger, I covered myself and stomp out.Somewhere more solemn, somewhere I'd drown myself and avoid her for a while.Somehow, I pondered over how i'd approach her, her reaction and that seething hate.That fear when we come close and the thought of that drives me crazy.It's okay, hate has been a part of me, I don't mind if anyone sees me as the devil because

SOLANAI buckled Luna into her car seat with shaking hands. She was still sniffling, her little face red and splotchy from crying."Mama, why were you and that man yelling?""We weren't yelling baby. We were just talking.""You were loud talking." She wiped her nose with the back of her hand. "And you're sad. I can feel it."Pack bonds worked both ways. She could sense my emotions just like I could sense hers. Right now she was scared and confused and I hated that I'd done this to her."I'm okay sweetheart. Let's just go home."I closed her door and turned toward the driver's side. Braun was standing right there blocking my path."Move." I snarled.He barricaded me and I was trapped between the wall and his arms. "We need to talk. Now."My jaws clenched. "There's nothing to talk about.""Like hell there isn't." He glanced at the car where Luna was watching us through the window. "She's my daughter and you lied to me.""Lower your voice." I hissed. "Don't tell me what to do. You don't