Bruce Selina Novels & Stories

He dipped his head, and stepped to one side. My annoyance at Mason getting the getting the better of me; “My name is Sienna...” I bite out. “Not Luna.” I couldn’t find it in myself to apologies at this moment for my own clumsiness of not looking where I was going. But at this moment I was far too riled up.

“But--“ Selina hastily hung up the call. The woman took a deep breath. “Haa ... how could Lyra offer Arsen to be my partner? Even though he is the only man in this world, I would never choose him. Better to be single for life until I die than to be his partner.” *** It’s been two days since that day. Selina’s condition has improved. The bruises and wounds on her body have slowly disappeared, although not completely. The blues bruises are still visible. Likewise with the torn wound on her lips. Maybe three more days, all of that will disappear.

Rachel pulled the curtains, a soft 'oh!!' escaping her lips. "Awwn!, isn't he an absolute cutie!!" - Bennett/Marceline squealed happily, her hands held firmly together as she desperately resisted pinching Dean's pale, soft cheeks. "It's too bad that he's in this state, courtesy of that Irina bitch!!" - Rachel gritted her teeth, her hands balling into tight fists. "Selene, are you truly not going to pursue this?!. That wretched witch can't possibly get away with what she's done, she literally tried to kill you!!"

“Lucas? Are you busy?” She was in before I could finish exhaling. No regard for boundaries, never had any. Selina padded in wearing nothing but a camisole, shorts, and the shabbiest gray hoodie from her undergrad days. I could see the shape of her breasts through the cotton, nipples hard enough to score glass. Her hair was tied back in a hasty, half-assed bun, but enough had escaped to frame her face in a wild, dark halo. She didn’t meet my eyes at first—too much history there, I guess—but she saw the bourbon and the ledger and the way my knuckles were white around the decanter. She closed the door behind her with a sound that was almost a sigh.

The scout’s last words still echo as the veil aura explodes into blinding golden light. I stand frozen in the room, my guarded thoughts racing. Hidden? I spent eighteen years as the beta’s invisible daughter and now I’m some kind of secret key? The Moon Goddess really does have a twisted sense of humor. Julian’s grip on my arm tightens, his scent flooding the space and making my wolf press forward with desperate eagerness. “Explain,” he growls, his voice full of suspicion. “Who the hell are you really, Selina?”

"I know, but Damon…" My mother had suddenly appeared at the door, attracted by the brewing noise; her eyes had grown wide as she spotted Damon and Cassandra half-naked. "What is the meaning of this, Damon? Annie, why are you sobbing?" Cassandra seized the opportunity. She pointed at the pizza I mistakenly spilled on the floor. "Look, Mrs. Scarlett! Your ‘precious’ daughter tried to sneak in and attack Damon! She's trying to get obsessed with him! She doesn't want to accept that the Alpha already chose me. Your daughter keeps doing crazy things even when I'm the true Luna. I have been waiting for this poor thing of yours to leave him for me!"

He wanted to understand her, but he knew he had to give her space. Chantelle POV I watched Delcan walk away, feeling a pang of sadness and regret. I knew I had hurt his feelings, but I was afraid to let him get any closer. I had been hurt, and I was terrified of it happening again. As I walked home, my uncle's voice rang in my ears. He always criticized me, told me I was worthless and would never amount to anything. I knew I had to get away from him, but I didn't know how. I just wanted to be left alone.My head was spinning with thoughts. I wanted to escape, to run away from everything. But I knew I couldn't. I had responsibilities, and I had to keep going. I went into my room and closed the

Offering a military salute by crossing their hands over their chest they stood facing her. Jelena Savage was not as old as one would expect from the leader of an entire race. She was only 17, even younger than Axel by a whole two years! Her hair was braided just above both her ears, her eyes watched coldly like a hawk and inside them, one could sense ruthlessness emanating from her whole being. Her voice was a bat match for her personality, she sounded nothing like who she was. This was a strong woman, who ruled with fear and an iron fist.