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“Then let them come.” Lucan stared at me for a long moment. Then he disappeared into the shadows again. And I—Rissa, former Luna, bearer of the Knowing—stood beneath the blood moon, unafraid. For the first time, I wasn’t just surviving. I was becoming.

They were talking under the staircase with a glass of liquor in their hands, gisting and smiling. What was so funny? “Hey,” I said when I reached their front. Troy stopped laughing and gave a little bow. “Luna Calista,” he greeted. I smiled and waited for the girl to do the same but she was staring at me with a grinning face. It was the eeriest thing I had seen in a long time. She wasn’t blinking and the more I looked at her, the more terrified I became. I couldn’t pick up a wolf smell from her. Something is off about her.

Even her undergarments and shoes were prepared for her. Cringe. Max should tell Elsa that she could do that by herself. She braided her hair and looked at her reflection in the image. The black tank top and matching cargo pants, with the army boots gives her a Lara Croft vibe. The one in the movie. Tomb raider. Only, Lara was a badass and she was a lame-o. “Look at you!” Max jerked in astonishment. She had to be use to Hera’s voice popping in and out every now and then.It will take some time and getting used to someone living rent free in your head will definitely take some time and getting used to.

Another asked, coming to stand beside him. "She is a liar." The unmistakable voice of Conrad said in her mind. "The Liar Luna, that's your new name." Conrad's voice was a deep rumble in her head. Hayley span around to come face to face with Conrad, who licked his lips showing off his sharp teeth. "Back for a rematch, but you can't even fight your own fights I see." Hayley replied directly to Conrad. "You took me by surprise. It won't happen again." "So you are ambushing me? How weak. You don't deserve to be Beta."

“We needed a place that you have a strong association with and some high ground to harness the energy of the new moon.” “Oh... but... for what?” Chiara just looks at Lilia in silence and even before her next line, Lilia knows that she is not going to get an answer to her last question because the expression on Chiara’s face had gone back to that of indifference. “Eat your lunch and rest,” Chiara says and leaves the room. *

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Clara says, surprisingly giving in easily. I can’t get the hairs on the back of my neck to stop standing up. We are all there in awkward silence for a while, nobody saying anything to anybody, when all of a sudden the silence is broken by Clara. Her phone is ringing from inside one of her newest designer purses that she purchased right under my nose. She looks at her phone and screams out, "No way!" "What?" I say, somewhere between worry and slight annoyance at how loudly she had screamed. I knew it wasn't likely to be anything truly important. She looked at me and secretly cupped her phone to her chest.

She opened our chat box, typed and deleted several times, then finally sent me a message. "I know you have no money. Let's see how long you can keep this up." When I received Celeste's message, I'd already moved into Cordelia's private villa. Cordelia had arranged everything for me and transferred Lily to the best private hospital. Cordelia glanced at my phone screen. Her eyes drifted slightly.

life. It can resemble to anyone's life who has just started career or college or anything new. Bringing you all "New girl in the city". This story might resemble some stories or with any of your friends life real story but trust me I just started writing it randomly thinking when a girl arrives in a new city for fulfilling her dreams and aspirations what all she goes through. Aanchal is one such girl who has started her life in the new city. city of dream, love, Aspiration-Mumbai. Hope you all will enjoy her journey.

I needed to disappear before anyone saw the tears streaming down my face. “You should’ve bitten her head off” - Lara says “I know” - I let out. I walk into the bathroom and start the shower while I look at myself in the mirror before it starts to steam up. I am just a regular girl. I don’t have many curves, I have muscle and I am a fighter. My hair is long and dark against my porcelain skin. My eyes are grey and they get darker with the weather. But hey. Doesn’t everyone’s?