After Amnesia, I Refuse To Be A Doormat Luna Mga Nobela at Kwento

"I'm happy for you, dude." Days passed, and Lara remained in the Infirmary for further tests. As soon as the results were available, Alex and I hastened to the Infirmary. "Alpha Magnus, I regret to inform you that your Luna is suffering from Anterograde Amnesia. She recalls past events but is unable to remember recent occurrences. There's a chance she may not recall her marriage to you or the events preceding her unconsciousness," a medical staff member explained.

Luna Diane rushed out and tried to calm her but she simply refused to listen this time around. "Mother, let me be. Where is that backstabbing liar!" She yelled. Her ravenous eyes already scanning the house. "Calm down, will you? Let's talk about this." Luna Diane pleaded. Bella ignored her and swiftly moved up the stairs, going straight to Zoey's room. She kicked open the door and found Zoey busy on her phone. She grabbed the girl and slapped her hard across the face, Zoey flew off the bed and landed on the floor, chest first.

I stood alone in the chambers, the fire crackling softly behind me, the moonlight spilling across the floor. I walked back to the table and poured myself another glass of wine. The liquid swirled in the crystal, deep red like the blood that had dripped from Auren's arm when she cut herself open for my child. I raised the glass to my reflection in the window. "To my glorious and continuous reign as Luna," I smiled. I took a long sip, the wine tasted like victory.

Liam spoke softly, his eyes scanning my face for any sign of discomfort. I nodded, though my stomach was a bundle of nerves. My mother's slap still echoed in my ears, and my cheek still felt its venomous sting. “She's not going anywhere,” Liam repeated. “That's not for you to decide. It's a decision that has been made. Now, step aside, Liam.” James gritted his teeth, his tone emotionless. “You can't do this; she's the Luna,” my mother beckoned. “Ex-Luna,” Sharon reminded her. She turned to Liam. “And you? Ex-lover and friend. You're f**king dead to me.”

I knew Kane wasn’t that much of a great father to Gina or his wife and I also wanted a second chance to reconcile with lyra’s mother. This was my second chance and I wasn’t going to live it like I was only existing. “You are the Luna,” Hades muttered. “I was the Luna,” I muttered to myself.

"I'm sorry. I can still talk my father out of this, Louise. Please. Just hear me out, hmm? Listen to me, okay? I love you. It's you that I want to marry. It's you that I want to mark. You are my Luna—" "STOP!" Louise shouted. Tears started falling from her eyes. She knew this would happen the moment she saw those dreamy eyes. Those eyes that used to be her light. She knew. She knew that was why Louise drowned herself in darkness. She tried drowning herself to forget him, but he was stubbornly saving her again. Again. Just like that time. "You found your Luna, Dia," Louise wipes her tears and steps back when Dia tries to reach her. "Stop trying to get me back. Stop trying to make me the bad p

Then she fitted the three edges of the bassinets together. Then she left quietly, sidestepping the smirking bastard. Justin entered just then. His gaze fixed on Raymond’s as he mindlinked him and said, “I wanted to tell you earlier, alpha. The Luna has amnesia.” “What? You have amnesia?” Raymond asked out loud as he turned to Athena. Her expression did not change as she nodded and went to sit. “I see you've been updated. Yes, I have no memory of this.” She answered, her finger gesture encompassing the whole place.

“The shame might be too much for my family.” “The former Luna returns home after a failed marriage due to her inability to provide an heir.” Megan laughed sadistically. If someone would have told her that her life would turn out this way at 27 she would have laughed in their face. “Where are you, cub?” She asked. “I should’ve named you.” She thought. At Least it would’ve been easier to call out to him. “Your highness!” She heard a male voice call from behind her. “I told you I want to be alone.” Megan said and turned around.

Attending memorial services and alumni gatherings like ghost haunting his own life. Luna finally confronted him six months after Aria's death. "You're dying too," she said bluntly. "Not physically yet, but internally. Mom wouldn't want this. She'd want you living, not just surviving." "I don't know how to live without her." "Then learn. The same way she learned to live after rejection. The same way she learned everything else. Through trying and failing and trying again." "I'm seventy four years old. Too old to reinvent myself."

I can’t be here if he hasn’t broken things off. A small frown creases his brow. “Yes. The very first thing I did this morning. I wouldn’t disrespect my mate like that.” My heart skips a beat, and I nod. “Thank you. I’m sorry if I come off impolite, I just don’t want to be the other woman…” My father’s relationship was already painful… “You are not the other woman, and you never will be. You are my Luna.” Our eyes meet and I don’t miss how his eyes dip to my lips. I lick them, suddenly feeling as if my throat is extremely dry.