Kirby Bayonetta Mga Nobela at Kwento

The butterflies in my belly flapped happily. “Thanks for saying yes.” He whispered against my lips. I kissed him, “you know there was no way I would have said no.” “It's still expected of me to ask.” He grinned. Sighing, I placed my head on his chest, letting him rock me slowly. My life didn't have to end awfully in the end. I have been reborn to take the place of my father, and fight for the eternal freedom of my people. I am the reborn Luna Kira and I have come to live.

The phone clicked open. Since the day we bonded, his passcode had always been my birthday. He used to swear there were no secrets between an Alpha and his Luna—a sacred trust he’d just traded for a Beta’s bed. I tapped the thread. Little Kitten’s profile photo was Cynthia in the lace nightgown I had bought her for her own birthday. She was posing for the lens, eyes hooded. "Don’t you dare touch Maya. I mean it," the last message read.

•LEO• “This has come as a surprise to many of you, but as the Luna has said, we want to give everyone a fair chance of being my new Beta,” I announced to the people, though I felt like ending the ceremony. “The person who will pass the divine tests will work beside me to build a better and more powerful pack in the western region.” People cheered, and all the competitors leaned closer. They seemed eager to prove their worth, and among them was Xander, Mary’s brother.

~ They think I'm 'that strong' ~ Who doesn't know Alyne? A bullyable girl who is always an easy target for bullies at her school. A beautiful face does not guarantee that she can be free from that bad things. Even having a brother does not guarantee that she can survive all these things, even her brother is one of the ferocious predators who is always ready to attack her anytime and anywhere, knows no time and knows no place.

When they were done, I barely recognized myself. The mirror reflected not just the girl I was—but the Luna I was meant to be. Mother stood and approached again, this time holding something in her hand. A small velvet box. “This belonged to me,” she said softly. “I wore it during my coronation as Luna. And I’m giving it to you as the new Luna.” I opened the box carefully. Inside was a delicate pendant—an amber stone surrounded by a circle of tiny diamonds. The wolf insignia of the Red Claw Pack was engraved faintly at the back.