Enhypen Moonstruck Lyrics Novels & Stories

By: Jroa X Bosx1ne [Jroa:] It's like you just held my hand, it seems like you've been guiding for a while You lead me and I hug your arm, It makes you fall asleep every time your voice is heard I hope when I wake up I will see your smile again. I hope when I wake up we can repeat those moments You hold me in the palm of your hand longing for your hug. I wish I could repeat, I wish I could repeat, when will I repeat. [Jroa & Bosx1ne:]

The high ceiling was covered with black cloth, which would be luminated by light projector, making it look like a sky full of stars. Olive was raving about it this morning, but she couldn’t help after school because she had to take her mother to the clinic. So, she listed all the stuffs that needed to be done today and sent it to me. A little advice for those who bore missions from Olive Hartwell: do it right or have her knock on your door at night just because you put the wrong size of cups on the table. At the same time, Mom also sent me the list of groceries I had to purchase for the Full Moon. ‘Nathan will pick you up and help you shop,’ she ended her text with the sentence.

I can hear Felix’s voice drifting through the night as he sings out the lyrics as familiar as my own name: Just one second, A beautiful moment I’m falling fast, I can't forget Over and over, your story's rewritten Unbreakable chain, my déjà vu. Love through the darkness Mirrors on mirrors I’ve been waiting all this time Fire becomes ashes A new star is born In this starlight Say you’ll be mine. The eerie, muted words are a whisper in the dark, barely discernable. Where is it coming from? It can’t be my ringtone. Surely not.

The iris gone flat, pupil so wide it’s swallowing the brown, eating it alive. I can feel the moon. I can fucking feel it, heavy and ripe, even before it scrapes the horizon. The air is blue with dusk, and every surface in my place is sweating condensation, like the building knows it’s about to be gutted and wants to get a head start. I strip off my hoodie, then the thermal, but my skin is crawling underneath. It’s not a metaphor—it’s literal, every hair follicle tingling, nerves misfiring so bad I can barely stand to touch myself.

The rhythm of the tango grew faster, shifting from a slow dance into a wild Latin beat. Damian and Scarlett spun through the center of the lounge, bodies pressed close, her short skirt lifting higher with every turn. She was the only she-wolf after six Unclaimed Moons who had broken the rules and still earned a second appearance. If I was cool water, Scarlett was liquor, the fire burning through his blood and tempting him toward the edge. The music stopped abruptly. They looked at each other, breathless, then burst into laughter.

’ Suddenly, the muffled sound of a door being violently thrown open echoed through the line. Kaelen’s heart forcefully skipped a beat, his hands tightening instinctively around the steering wheel. “Matt! What on earth happened over there? Answer me!” However, the one who responded to him was not Matt. “Where are you?” Hearing Scarlett’s voice, Kaelen’s face shifted drastically. “What’s wrong?” After a momentary stillness, Scarlett spoke, her words cutting through the air with agonizing slowness. “Your Luna, Iris, and the pup in her womb are both dead.”

"Why should I care who Astrophel likes? He hardly ever likes anyone any one anyway and hates it if anyone is perceived to be better than he is. So, what do I care what he thinks, as long as Moon's Call has eyes for me?" "Well, Moon’s Call doesn't strike me as one who has eyes for a mate and I believe that your father has mentioned so one too many a time. He has tried severally to have him mate with one of the maidens in the village but the man has remained strongly adamant," Stella replied.

The Moon Goddess did not appear again since as She said that was Her last, even so, they still have the seed of moonlight that She left them that they will cultivate and pass on to those who will be next in their blood. Several rainy seasons and summers passed; the weeks, months, and years flew fast, the little seed has finally become a fruit and its grace to the Cohens is a unique ability that will be theirs. And as a tribute to their mother who gave them, the sacred moonlight that resides in them, they called it... "Moon Drip".

The next day, I was scrolling through my phone when I came across Isabella’s Instagram. Her latest post was a photo of her and Marcus in the medical lab, their heads bent together as they studied a computer screen, engrossed in conversation. Beneath the picture, Isabella had written: "Exploring the clinical applications of Moonlight Therapy with Marcus. This revolutionary research is going to change the future of lycan medicine! Thank you to my brilliant research partner for his unwavering support. #MoonlightTherapy #LunaMedicalAwardHereICome"