Isla-moon Nude Novels & Stories

Isabella returned to her room after consoling Nia and found Mona half lying on the bed and scrolling her phone. Her body was propped up using her elbow, and she was smiling while scrolling through her call. “Cough, cough.” Isabella faked a cough to gain her attention and Mona looked at her. Seeing her, Mona jumped up and sit like Indian style over the bed. “I thought you forgot about me.” Mona joked and Isabella rolled her eyes. “As if you were not busy with your phone.” Isabella walked toward her cupboard and pull out causal jeans and tops.

He wiped his hand down his face and looked between everyone in the room before he rested his eyes back on me. “The moon goddess told her mother that her mate would be the future alpha. You are her mate. And when you are both mark and mated, she will receive her full powers. She said alone they are strong, but together they would be able to stop the evil forces. The evil forces aren’t just coming for Addy, they are coming to take over the world. You and Addy, together, are what will save our entire species. She is the Moon’s Luna.” He was looking at me apologetically. I know I shouldn’t be mad at him, he did this for me. For her, but he knew. “How long….how long have y’all know?” I as

We walked toward the car, ready to begin our honeymoon, our life. As we passed the Moon Spring, I took one last look at its tranquil waters. The reflection of the sunset shimmered on its surface, a perfect, beautiful painting. From this day forward, I was no one's property. I was Isla, Master Healer, Luna of the Sunstone Pack. And I was loved.

The moon’s glow poured over the rushing water, and there, standing at the edge of the falls, was Isla. I stopped in my tracks, my breath stolen. Isla stood by the water’s edge, bathed in silver moonlight. Her hair strands were shining like silk under the moonlight. Every inch of her radiated an ethereal beauty that felt both painful and inevitable. It was as though the Moon Goddess herself had sculpted her for this moment, for my eyes alone. My heart clenched as I finally got some strength to call her name. “Isla.” My voice came out soft, barely audible.

Known not because she spoke, but because every bone in my body recognised her presence. The Moon Goddess. The one who bound Orion and Cain. The one who shaped fates. The one who watched from the sky every night. She was terrifying and beautiful, comforting and overwhelming - like witnessing the moon rise at arm’s length. I took a step forward. The water glowed brighter. Another step. The air hummed.

Isla yanked his shirt open, pushed him back against the headboard, then climbed onto the bed herself, phone already out, snapping close-up shots of the two of them tangled together. She sat back to check the photos. They actually look convincing. This should work. "Okay, a few more the more scandalous-looking, the better!" She dragged the blanket up over his hips, his shirt hanging open, the fabric riding just low enough to leave nothing but a hard, cut set of abs on display. Distractingly hot abs.

he asked. “Twenty-first of January,” replied Matt. “When is the next full moon?” asked Red. Matt took out his phone and did a voice search. “When is the next full moon?” Matt asked his phone. A woman’s pleasant voice was heard: The first full moon of the year, or what Native Americans call the Wolf Moon, will light up the night sky on January 28. Enjoy your camping, Matt! After the computer-generated voice, there was the sound effect of a howling wolf. Red smiled as he heard the sound effect while Matt immediately lowered his phone.

'I love you. 'I love you too, Wildcat.' We close our eyes and fall asleep in each other's arms, as I drift off to sleep, my hand resting on my stomach where our child grows, I say a silent prayer to the Moon Goddess. A prayer of gratitude and love for the incredible journey that lies ahead. And I know, with Atlas by my side, our future will be nothing short of extraordinary. ~ THE END. ~

Ruffin left for another task while Asher and Octavio settled. He took out his blazer and filled a glass of scotch for himself. “Did someone trigger you?” Asher questioned. Octavio could confess he got triggered by a stupid human girl; that would be a shame. “Full-moon is coming. And you know how the moon called our temptations.” Asher understood his alpha was in urgent need to release himself. “What about the girl we picked from the wedding hall?” Octavio remembered. “Leia,” Asher replied.