La Luna Island Resort Novels & Stories

I could never compare to her beauty. She called me "Luna" as she smiled at me, her teeth shining flawlessly. "My parents were so proud that you chose me, and I am honestly so honored." I grinned, "You can call me May." I was surprised by how kind she seemed since I thought that if I had such flawless skin, I would surely be an even bigger bitch than I already was. Even more beaming, Shawna said, "May. Sure, I'll comply." Javier said, his strong Mexican accent saying, "Luna, I hope you feel safe with us." Javier was a tall man with broad shoulders, and the back of his head was covered in a tiny ponytail with his dark hair.

There was total silence between us till we got to the mansion. I am Layla Luther, aged nineteen, the last child and the only daughter of Ben and Lily Luther. I belonged to the Silver Moon pack which my dad was the Alpha, and my elder brother Derrick, was next in line. My mother was obviously the Lunar of the pack, as it was more of a family pack, and we were highly respected in the county of Palmdale and beyond. Apart from being werewolves, we had our normal lives, which earned us the respect we had. My dad was a cardiovascular surgeon, which was very rare in counties.

"You two know each other?" Calhoun stated more than asked. "Funny." "There's nothing funny about this, Alpha Calhoun." Lady Maddie said. "This girl has-" "Be careful," Calhoun warned, his demeanor getting serious. "She's not just any girl but the future Luna of the guardian pack." The lady swallowed what she had to say. "Lady Maddie must be replaced, I don't want my dear to feel uncomfortable. Leave." Calhoun ordered.

The graceful Alexa Dawson had returned! “Alexa!” I grinned. Although I couldn’t fathom how the hell she worked as a server in this club. To hell with all of that. As long as she returned to Silver Moon as Luna, no one would know about her past as a waitress here. “Excuse me, sir. Here is your room key,” she said, handing us a key. Huh? I had called her name, but she ignored me and handed me the room key. My joy turned into shock mixed with anger. This woman didn’t acknowledge me?

I remembered everything - who I was, what had happened that fateful night, and the faces that had remained blurred in my mind yet still haunted me for so long. I was Kiara Anderson, the Luna of the Crimson Pack. That night, I had been on my way to meet Asher, my mate, to discuss our Mating anniversary plans. But Jonas had intercepted me, his voice urgent, informing me that my parents were under attack by rogues and I needed to accompany him immediately.

She found herself looking down as everyone in the room, including the guards stared at her. “I just mean it will be hard for her to take on Luna duties at such a young age.” Susan replied. “Oh no,” Emily told her. “I’ve been taking care of Luna duties for my father for years, my mother has long since passed away.” But Susan only gave her a look at that response. “Susan is to be Luna soon as well.” Nick told her. “She is marrying Alpha Caron of the Whitetails.” “Congratulations”. Emily told her. Again she only got stared at..

Ronald wore a faint smile, turned and opened the door, getting out of the car. Elizabeth was embarrassed. This was the first time he had ever used the word 'flattery' on her. The Lunar Island was a natural island twenty miles away from the Acosta Beach in Swynwick. In the early years, due to the protection of the government and the prefecture, the natural scenery of the island was very beautiful, with a large area of primitive forests. In order to attract investment, the government greatly developed tourism resources and relaxed their policies. The Lunar Island was included in the development plan and many developers were interested in the unique conditions of this small island.

"She's so disgusting," Alicia whispered in Calla's ear. Calla glanced at the two figures ahead and said, "Hang in there a little longer. We're almost there." Soon, the two-hour bus journey came to an end as the buses pulled into Luna Resort. Luna Resort was nestled among mountains and rivers, boasting not only beautiful scenery but also comprehensive facilities. As soon as they got off the bus, the refreshing air greeted them. Each group was assigned a tour guide. Then, Calla and the others received their hotel room keys.

"Lalisa, Mr. Louis is waiting for you." All the windows were blocked. Lalisa couldn't escape; the only thing she could do was follow the bodyguard. The resort on the island had been built thirty years ago in a Western style. In front of her was the sea; under the sunlight, Louis sat in front of a table, one leg propped up lazily, his expression devoid of emotion, his slender fingers scrolling through his phone. Around him was a group of serious-looking bodyguards ensuring the place's safety. The sea breeze blew, warm and comforting.