Aventurine X Sunday นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I pressed my palm against it, trying to ease the ache, but it lingered stubbornly, refusing to fade. Nothing ever worked. My gaze drifted back to the crowd below. More people had joined. On the side opposing Silvia, a young woman pushed her way forward, lifting a sign high above her head. The bold letters were impossible to miss. Doctor B for Luna. And for the first time that morning, everything inside me stilled.

The farce of it all sickens me. Sarah Harrison might as well be seated across from me at the long glass table where we have gathered for dinner. A wide orange sun is dropping toward the blue-pink horizon line over the Gulf. We feast on filet mignon and twice-baked potatoes, fat ears of corn. Drew and Gray knock back Coronas while Vivian and I drink chardonnay. Victory sips her milk from a plastic cup adorned with images of Hello Kitty. Anyone looking at us might feel a twinge of envy, the rich and happy family sharing a meal at their luxury home with a view of the ocean.

It stopped right on her knees caps, revealing her long legs. She moved closer and leaned forward to hug him slightly from the back. “ Sit you little cat.” Aiden joked and I watched her giggle then settled right beside him. “ Hi, I’m Camille.” She said and stretched her right hand out for a shake. “ Kira.” I responded and returned her shake. “ Kira? I thought Aiden said you are the Luna of this pack.” She said and I tilt my head to look at Aiden, rolled my eyes at him then looked back at Camille.

We met back then when I was in Texas, and after discovering we both suffered at the hands of the Shadow-Moons, we became inseparable. “Freya,” he said as soon as he answered. “It’s Valeria, Ryder.” “Wow. I like the sound of that. Does this mean we’re finally about to turn the tables on our enemies?” “Exactly why I called.” “Can’t wait to hear the details. What’s going on?” “Aster wants me to be his Luna. The coronation is in five weeks.” I paused. “I need you to be ready with our plans—and find someone trustworthy to work with us.”

Juniper sat in her car, her fingers drumming a rhythmic beat on the steering wheel as she waited, all pumped up. She'd spent the past week recuperating and training for this day— The day Antoine would be brought to his knees A couple of days ago, Adrien had informed her that Antoine had headed to his hideout, and their window to capture him was narrowing. Juniper had pushed hard to join the operation, and after some convincing, Adrien had finally relented.

he said. I looked at him. He held the look evenly. "That's a dark thing to say," I said. "I know," he said. "I'm sorry." He picked up his coffee. The morning light was doing something nice through the kitchen window, the particular quality of Sunday light that had no equivalent on other days. I had been looking forward to this conversation in the version of it I had rehearsed in my head. In that version Jaxen had said something gruff and reluctant that was actually warm underneath and I had laughed at him and he had shaken my hand.

I countered back, my voice cold like ice. "You don't intend to get rid of the baby, do you?" she asked. "I am not a killer," I said cautiously. "Then you would marry her right?" she asked. "You want me to make Reyna my Luna?" I asked, wodening my eyes. Aunt Matilda raised her hands in surrender. "I didn't say you should make her your Luna. Marrying her is different from making her the Luna of the pack," she explained. "So you're saying I should marry more than one wife?" I probed further.

Intrigued by this mysterious girl with silver hair and ember eyes, he resolved to get to know her better. Offering her a ride was his way of extending an olive branch, an invitation into his world. At first, Aqua hesitated, politely declining his offer. But as the heavens opened up and rain began to pour down in torrents, her resolve softened, and she accepted. The moment she climbed into his truck, Damon couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. The old Chevy pickup may have seen better days, but to Damon, it was more than just a vehicle—it was a symbol of his roots, a connection to his past. He drove it with pride, a tribute to his uncle, who had passed away. His uncle was the only one

Kids jumping up and down. I stood there on that stupid crate while they chanted and for the first time in years the hole in my chest felt smaller. Like maybe it could actually close one day. I wasn’t the broken omega they threw away anymore. I was Luna. I was vengeance. And I was bringing hell home.

A little ahead of the cars was Luther's black SUV which was also parked at the side of the highway. Whitney had no idea that the black SUV was Luther's car and his warriors were in the four cars behind his own. At that moment, the Moon Goddess who was invisible called her name in a whisper and she responded. "Whitney, pull over now! Luther is in the first black SUV and his warriors are in the four cars behind his car," the Moon Goddess whispered into her ears. "Thank you, Mother," Whitney said as she slowed down and pulled over in front of Luther's car.