Fly Me To The Moon Novel Novels & Stories

On the tarmac, Richard took the documents from his assistant and boarded his private jet without a second glance. In the terminal, I handed over my last payment for rent and medical fees. Then, without hesitation, I tossed my phone into the trash. I didn’t look back. I simply walked to the boarding gate for Bloodmoon. Two planes lifted off under the same full moon. One bound for Switzerland. One bound for Bloodmoon. Opposite directions. Parallel skies. And two lives that would never cross again. ********** Chapter 10 （收费第一章） (Richard’s POV)

And I would meet it on my own terms, not as a political asset to be managed, but as Aria Vale. The Moon's Child. The bridge between worlds. The woman who refused to be controlled.

It’s not a particularly good smell—no one would make a cologne out of it—but it eases my chest and makes me feel languid and weightless, like I’m floating in space. I’m hardly paying attention as Justus takes all the books out of the crate to get a hardback at the very bottom. I hadn’t noticed it earlier. It’s an old children’s book. Thumbelina. The fabric cover is threadbare in places, and the gold embossed lettering is tarnished. I remember the story vaguely from the early years at Moon Lake Academy. It’s a human fairy tale.

" I slammed the door in his face, leaving him and Wendy staring at each other in the hallway. The neighbors whispered among themselves, and they glared at the two of them with obvious disgust. Jacob banged on the door, begging me to let him in. I ignored him. Only when he heard me slam the bedroom door did he punch the wall in frustration and leave. Calmly, I turned on the bedside lamp and started flipping through a magazine. The reason I dared to cause such a scene today… was because I had been reborn. In my past life, it was when Jacob left to be with Wendy that the house caught fire. Locked inside, I burned to death.

My gaze was drawn to Thanus, who was standing beside Bomb Heather, breathing hard and wiping the blood from his mouth. "Look, he won," Emilia murmured, and I shook my head before sinking into my chair. My eyes dilated as I buried my hands in my hair. I was not sure what happened, but I reckoned I was scared for nothing. Then I remembered my truce with Thanus that day, which caused me to lean back on my seat and mumble an oath. "I Titania Summer shall forget the underground fight and begin a new life as the Luna of the Dark Moon pack."

The people might not like him, but they sure cowered in his presence, except of course, Darius- the Alpha, Herrick, his beta, Astrophel, Elaine, and Medea who was always indifferent towards him. He glanced at Claire, and she offered him one of her flirty smiles which he impassively acknowledged with a curt nod. He walked past Theresa, and approached Darius, then leaned with his hands on the table, so that his shoulders were hunched, as he stared down at Darius. The hall was thrown in complete silence now as he said, "There's something in the sea, Darius." Darius slowly sat upright with a start, leaning away from the backrest of the high chair. "What are you talking about, Moon's Call?"

I would not go to him, though. I climbed out of bed to get dressed, feeling more restless than ever. There would be no going back to sleep now. Walking over the window, I looked up into the clear night sky. The moon sat high, a white orb giving off a soft glow, a dim light in the darkness. A prickling chill caressed my body. The pull was strong, and I felt a growing need to be out there. Okay. Maybe I would go to him just to calm this sensation, to say we will never see each other again. It was an absolute horrible excuse and bad idea, and still, I found myself heading to the garage where I knew a vehicle would be for me to use.

It was the kind of novel where everyone was broody, beautiful, and one emotional outburst away from starting a war. Lady Astrid Valemont wasn’t a heroine. She wasn’t even a main character. She was a minor noble girl whose entire plotline lasted exactly five chapters—ending with her untimely death at the hands of a werewolf assassin. That death? It was the spark that set off a bloody centuries-old war between vampires and wolves. In other words… I had reincarnated as the pretty, disposable side character with a death flag hanging over her head. Fantastic. The maid was still standing there, waiting. I cleared my throat and pasted on the brightest, most harmless smile I could muster. “Of course

I fall asleep with the moon spilling silver everywhere, the bond thrumming under my skin, slow and steady like a second heartbeat. Tomorrow, everything starts up again. Lydia’s not finished. The pack’s trust is splintered. My wolf is awake now—hungry, prowling, restless. But tonight? Tonight there’s quiet. There’s warmth. There’s hope, small and bright, flickering inside me like a brand-new flame. Under the silver moon, I’m not alone. Not anymore.

And that made everything far more dangerous than I’d thought. The moon hung high in the sky, watching, waiting. Something was coming. I could feel it in my bones.