Bruce Selina Novels & Stories

My voice trembled. "There were nights I cried myself to sleep wondering what I had done to deserve being hated by the people who were supposed to love me most, I believed every cruel word, I really believed I was nothing." " I took a slow breath. "But you were wrong." I turned slightly, looking at Oliver before smiling through my tears. "The Moon Goddess had already written a different future for me." I looked back at them. "The same girl you called worthless is standing here today beside the kindest, most powerful Alpha this pack has ever known, as his Luna, I am no longer the worthless Lilith, I am Luna Lilith."

Not for a single second. It was as if her leaving Lysandra’s side meant that Lysandra was going to lose herself. She looked... broken. She barely responded to Evelyn’s gentle touch, didn’t flinch when the medics checked her pulse or lifted her arms. Her wrists were bruised. Her skin was paper-thin. There were scabbed-over wounds along her arms, her ribs too visible beneath the oversized shirt Delilah had wrapped around her. The woman that I once knew was this pack’s Luna was not here anymore. The woman who was lying in front of me was severely broken. She did not even know her name. I did not think that she did, at least not until Delilah had said it.

I had no idea where the sudden burst of courage had come from, but I wasn't complaining. “You are neither the Alpha, nor his council. None of the decisions regarding this concerns you. You're just his childhood friend” I said it so casually and just as I had intended, her ego was bruised. Sabrina was stunned, shocked too. In fact, I wasn't sure the English word to express her shock had been invented yet. Even in a million years, I could bet she never saw this coming. I had beaten her at her own game, and woefully too.

"Huh, should it seem as if they were killed by a serial killers? No too dark." Even though it wasn't her first kill, it felt different. The sensation that rushed through her spine when his blood splattered on her left cheek was exhilarating. The unrelated lives she took in her previous line of work never made her feel anything, no remorse, no closure, nothing. But she was now different, sort of reborn, driven by a vengeful thirst for blood. She was now Qiao Mo, the secretary to the President of of the Wushi Cooperation, and she was running late for work.

"Let's give it up... to the Herald of Dexo Fernia, the shadow assassin! The daughter of Hikaris himself… VERONICA!" Chest out, shoulders back, I walked out of the dark and turned my gaze to every corner of the coliseum, and with a devilish grin on my lips, I raised my weapon and they screamed my name… just how I want them to. "And her challenger..." the announcer paused for a while, I crossed my arms and everyone went silent, patiently waiting until, "another daughter of Hikaris, the Mistress of Dexo Fernia, Elspeth!"

It is understandable to cry when you're daughter is missing like you don't know if they are still alive or what. "If ever someone kidnapped Hilary, what is his or her motive?" I asked myself. It could be money, in telenovelas, kidnappers ask for ransom. Hilary is the only offspring of Helene Brooklyn, the owner of one of the famous and biggest shoes company. "Honey! Food is ready!" mom shouted while carrying a pot. I then sat at the dinner table and look at the food in front of me. My eyes sparkle as I see the 'Sinigang na Hipon'.