Luna Has No Tears Novels & Stories

“I am a crybaby. I like to cry. As long as you come back safely, I... am willing to become a crybaby. Arghhh!!! Where have you been in the past six months? I thought I would never see you again in this lifetime...” For the first time, Alex learned that Luna could cry so hard. Her tears quickly soaked half of his clothes. He touched her beautiful back with his large hand. After a while, he landed on her hips and gently grabbed it with his five fingers that sunk in at once. “It is said that women are made of water. My Luna is simply filled with water. Nobody has a better ability to spurt water than you.” Luna blushed abashedly, but she enjoyed the moment very much.

Luna panicked when she saw me crying. She crouched in front of me without even taking off her heels. Gently cupping my face, she asked, "Noah, why are you crying? Tell me what happened. I'll take care of it for you. It hurts me to see you cry like this." Luna's concern seemed genuine. She held my face as if I were the most precious person in the world to her. But the faint tobacco smell on her wafted through my nose, making me feel sick and disgusted.

The reprimand dies instantly on his tongue. Marcus freezes. The woman staring back at him is a picture of devastating heartbreak. Luna's flawless face is entirely drenched in tears. Fine strands of hair cling damply to her forehead, framing her damp, red-rimmed eyes in a way that makes her look fragile. He had never, in his entire life, known her to be a crier. "If you don't like me, then stop giving me false hope," Luna chokes out, a pathetic, breathy sob escaping her trembling lips. "I...I don't absolutely need you, Marcus."

I breathed in and out, trying not to cry. Luna crouched in front of me. “Look at me,” she ordered. I lifted my head slowly. “That’s better,” she said, smiling again. “Now you look like what you are.” Tears slipped down my cheeks. “You can cry,” she said. “It doesn’t change anything.” My whole body shook from pain and humiliation. I couldn’t hold it anymore. Luna smiled and turned to the maids. “Make her stay longer.” My eyes widened. “Please—”

My hands curled in the robe. “Is she… always like this?” “Like what, Miss Thea?” Waters asked softly. “Kind.” The word felt fragile, as if speaking it too loudly might break it. Both women exchanged a glance - not surprised, but thoughtful. Clearway spoke first. “The Luna is… precise. Controlled. She doesn’t show affection often.” Waters nodded. “But when she chooses to be gentle, it is real. And rare.” Clearway added, even quieter, “And it is never wasted on the wrong person.”

I was purposefully avoiding eye contact with Liam because I could feel his anguish and anger through our bond. “Emma? Please answer the question”. I look back up at the man who just asked me what happened the second time we were captured. “I think it’s easier if we just show you”. I nod to Grace who hits play on the projector and I make eye contact with Liam. I can hear the gasps and feel their stares on me when suddenly Liam stands. “I recommend a recess on behalf of my Luna. She’s been on trial for four and half hours and she’s with child. I’d like her to have a break”.

If he didn’t know better, Noah would claim Logan never really mourned the death of his Luna. Noah tried to get closer to Olivia, to place his hand over hers, but each time he did that, Olivia found a way to get further away or shook her head in disagreement. She didn’t bother to speak, as if Noah wasn’t worth the words that might leave her lips. And maybe that was true. Perhaps after every stupid thing he had done, Noah lost every bit of right he had to claim Olivia. However, even if he acknowledged the fact, he couldn’t change far too many things. For example, the mark on her neck – he couldn’t undo it. At least for now.

Luna was crying silently . She didn't knew what wrong she did in her past life .She lost her family and lived a hard life as a orphan. Today she is caged and forced to marry a devil. why was her life so hard ? Why can't she live her own life peacefully.

She would have fetched a high price for our Uncle. “It saddens me to think what has happened to her parents.” Lugh says to Orla who nods her head at him. “I don’t understand why I’m being spellbound. I don’t know magic, I wouldn’t hurt anyone.” I still didn’t get it. I’m not special. I’m not even strong enough to be a Luna. Brett must have felt my emotions through the bond as he kissed me gently on the lips and whispered. “You are special to me.”

Luna gave up on sleep around two in the morning. She sat up in bed and stared out the window. The forest was dark. Silent. No golden eyes tonight. No shadowy watchers. Just trees and moonlight. "You okay?" Nova's voice came from the other bed. Soft. Concerned. "I thought you were asleep." "I was. Until you started crying." Luna touched her face. Her cheeks were wet. She hadn't even realized. "Sorry. I didn't mean to wake you."