Novel & Cerita Love Chooser

The next part of THE CHOSEN LUNA is a darker, steamier continuation. Expect more tension, more secrets… and a love that refuses to die. For mature readers ready for intense emotional connection, scorching chemistry, and a dangerous world where love is both a weapon and a curse.

Arthur kept frowning. “Really?” He did not watch her read the menu at all. “Hawaiian pizza,” she replied with a wink. “Fuck, where did this girl come from!” he thought. He never knew of anyone who liked pineapple on their pizza, that made him, more curious to meet her. “That's weird,” he said, still frowning, “I just want a pepperoni”. “Very well,” said the girl, writing in her notebook, “To drink?” “No light soda!” They both replied in unison.

“My father said I’d never have one. But Oliver says he wants to be my boyfriend. I said yes but... I’m not sure what that means.” “Well, typically, a boy asks a girl out like that if he thinks she’s pretty. Which you are, very much so. You will have many boys chasing after you, you just have to choose the right one.” “How do I know which is the right one?” Maia wondered. “It will be the one you love.” Mr. Sween put a hand on her leg. “What’s love?” Maia asked, never hearing that word before, causing Mr. Sween’s heart to ache.

But this was the 21st century, and elevators were necessary. "Why aren't there any elevators here?" She asked, voicing out her thoughts. "The stairs are beautiful but they are not my thing." "Putting elevators here will take away that ancient feeling, don't you think?" Calhoun asked, tilting his head to the side. "Then you can put an ancient-themed elevator. Or a lift, or something. Climbing a staircase that leads to the tenth or eleventh floor is more of a punishment than an exercise." "When you become Luna, you can make whatever changes you wish to make to the pack house. For now, you're still a stranger."

Not sure which one to use, I grab three of my favorites and bring them over to let Jory decide. “Which one would you like to see redden our girl's sweet ass?” Jory’s eyes light up when he sees his choices. He examines the narrow crop first, with its long handle and two-inch-wide keeper; it’s all bite and no bark, the perfect sting for the naughty sub in your life. He next takes the long-tail flogger in his hand and swishes it. It's my favorite because the falls are quarter inch oiled leather, made for the sharpest sting possible. It’s the third implement that has all his attention, though, and I am really hoping he picks this one.

we laughed racing towards the dodgem cars ready for battle. After riding all the rides and eating till we were high on sugar, Liam wanted to try and win me a stuffed toy, being a werewolf and having heightened abilities was kind of cheating, which I pointed out but he didn’t seem to care. After successfully knocking over all the bottles in one of the games he asked me to pick the prize I wanted, but I wanted him to choose for me. Of course, he picked a giant stuffed wolf with bright green eyes and a silly grin on his face. “See the resemblance” he asked when holding it up against himself, it had the same colour eyes and infectious smile as him.

" He looked at Vanessa with open approval, barely bothering to hide it. Clearly, he had heard the rumors too. Clearly, he understood why Ethan had chosen our company. Before I even left the office, I knew my team's proposal would probably be treated as a formality. Against Vanessa, I was most likely just the runner-up arranged to make the competition look fair. Outside the office, Vanessa stopped in front of me. We stood face to face. I met her gaze. She smiled. It was smug, bright, and completely certain. "Sophie, may the best team win." But her face said she already knew who would win. Between the two of us, Ethan would always choose her. I watched her walk away, then turned in the opposit

I say quietly. “Is it love?” He freezes. The question hangs in the air like a fragile thread stretched too far. “Not automatically,” he says. “Not for humans. Not even for wolves.” “Then what is it?” He lifts our joined hands slightly—his thumb brushing the back of my knuckles in a slow, steady motion that makes my chest tighten. “It’s potential,” he says. “For something deeper than anything either of us has ever known. But only if we both choose it.”

“You’re a seer, Kira. You’ve guided this pack before. I need you to look ahead again—to tell me if this alliance will succeed. If I’m taking the right step with Amanda Graymoon.” His words sank in slowly. He wasn’t asking. He was commanding—using me the same way he always had. And the worst part? He didn’t even car that I saw it. “So my visions are useful,” I said coldly. “but I’m not. I’m only good enough to serve this pack as a seer, but not to stand beside you as your Luna. Is that it?" He tilted his head, his expression unreadable. “Listen, I made my choice, Kira,” he said simply. “But the pack has its own demands. You understand that.”

He needed to only prove that he was worthy. Queen Lily could already tell that Alpha Leonard has been hit with black magic. How could she not know when her grandmother was a a black witch and she herself, a white witch. Aloha Leonard knew this. He's wife Lily happens to be a witch. He knew this even before he married her but he still went ahead to marry her anyways on the condition that she stops practicing witch craft weather good or bad. He knew the people would object to it so they kept it a secret. But he was in pains and couldn't even get up from the bed. His body was a flat as a flat tire.