After Amnesia, I Refuse To Be A Doormat Luna Novels & Stories

Dammit. I'm the Luna.

"Luna, I'm so sorry. I wish I could have protected you, kept you safe." Luna squeezed Rey's hand, a flicker of determination in her eyes. "Don't blame yourself, Rey. None of this is your fault. We were just children. But somehow, I managed to resist their control. I fought back, even in the smallest ways." Rey leaned closer, her voice filled with love and admiration. "You're incredibly strong, Luna. I'm proud of you." A faint smile graced Luna's lips as she continued her story. "Eventually, they realized they couldn't fully control me. So they... they erased my memories. They twisted my mind, made me believe I was loyal to them. I became their puppet, carrying out their orders without questi

he hated himself for destroying her reality, for forcing her into a life with him. The doctor turned to Arthur, his gaze serious. "It's not uncommon for someone to experience memory loss after an injury," he said softly. "It often comes back over time." "Miss. Luna, I think you don't remember but Your father had his surgery in America and Mr. Arthur Lee paid for it, now your father can walk and you got injured at your wedding with Mr. Arthur Lee. I know you are confused, don't pressurize yourself, time will heal everything." The doctor explained, Luna's confusion was still evident as she stared at Arthur.

"The Luna was out of danger. In fact, she would be discharged from the pack hospital tomorrow and would continue her recovery in the pack house.” Whispers and murmurs filled the room. Everyone was displaying a pleased expression on their faces. “However…” Their short celebration came to a halt. Everybody turned their gaze on me. After getting their attention, it is time to break the news to them. “Your Luna lost her memory. She didn’t remember anything about her past and not even her own family and daughter. The only thing that she can remember is me.” Everyone was in shock. “What do you mean?” Simon uttered. He, Oscar and Nick are both exchanging glances with each other.

" She asked, surprised at the fact that Luna knew her name. Luna slowly shook her head, and Abby nodded. It was obvious that Luna had truly lost her memory and she couldn't even remember who she was. But, she had to go with Alex's rule - not to say anything about Luna's amnesia, and to also take care of her. Luna took Abby’s hands into hers, looking down at their intertwined fingers as she suddenly felt it was like a mother’s touch. ”I’m sick. Really, really sick.” She looked up at Abby's teary eyes. “Please, help me.” “That’s enough of the soap operas.” A deep voice said by the door. Startled, Luna jumped on seeing that it was Alex, Abby instantly removed her hands from Luna’s. Alex took sl

I am doomed to this tournament for the rest of my life. I can start to feel the energy from my wolf with it being so close to my 18th birthday I heal a little faster than before the bruises do not stick around as long. I'm sitting in my room and I hear the Luna and Jess approaching. Jess turned 18 last week and is excited for Ryder to turn 18. "Luna, I found my mate." I hear Jess say sadly. "What? I thought for sure your mate was my son! Did you reject him? You're suppose to be the next luna!" The Luna says in shock.

"What? How? You forget every midnight. You can't remember. You can't know. You can't." "We don't remember you." Damon explains. "But Luna does. And every morning, before we meet you, she tells us. Warns us. Prepares us. We know about the Absolute. Know about the manipulation. Know about the midnight forgetting. We're not surprised when we meet you. We're pretending. We're acting. We're protecting you by seeming vulnerable." "Luna told you?" I look at my daughter. "Every day? You prepared them? Every morning?"

“My way of showing you what you refuse to see.” The mirrors began to shift. Her reflection rippled, changing shape, twisting into something familiar yet wrong. A younger version of herself appeared, barefoot, eyes wide, face streaked with dirt and tears. Luna froze. The little girl whispered, “Why did you let them hurt me?” Luna’s throat closed. “No,” she said softly. “This isn’t real.” Roman’s voice hummed through the walls, smooth, merciless. “Your mind remembers more than you think.”

Everyone expected a reaction from me, something I refused to give. With nothing to lose, I opened my eyes, met his gaze and spoke up. “I, Eden Larue, the daughter of Aman Larue, accept your rejection, Alpha Asher Williams and hereby announce I refuse the rightful place as your Luna.” The smug look disappeared from his face the moment the last word left my lips. His face twisted in an expression of pain as a loud gasp left him, the glass slipped from his fingers and he threw his hand over his heart.

--- That night, Luna slept. And dreamed. She stood in a field. No snow. No mountains. No cities. Only golden grass beneath an orange sky. Ahead of her stood twelve people. Six men. Six women. They wore ancient clothing. At the center stood a woman. She held the flame-shaped crown. Luna tried to speak. No sound came. The woman smiled. "You finally came." Luna shook her head. "Who are you?" The woman placed the crown against her chest. "I am the memory."