Luna Has No Tears Novels & Stories

Nozomi breathed heavily and tears streamed down her cheeks. [Luna?!] /BaoBao.../ [Luna! Luna! You’re back!] /BaoBao... It’s so tough... So noisy... So pain.../ Nozomi sounded strangled as her tears poured onto the ground. BaoBao's anxiety and fears melted away and his tears burst forth as well. [Luna... Luna... I was so worried... You're really a lot better than you think...] BaoBao continued to encourage her despite his tears.

Just like that. “Oh no,” Luna Anita gasped, her hand flying to her mouth. The tears I had been holding back fell uncontrollably down my cheeks. I couldn’t believe it. Nina, who had been full of life just hours ago, was gone! “No!” I sobbed loudly, my vision blurring with tears.

"Do I have to be seriously injured like Mark first so you choose me?" "David!" Luna exclaimed spontaneously, surprised. "Don't even think like that! You can certainly understand my decision." David saw Luna's tears flowing and rubbed them softly. Then David put his hands together with Luna's cheeks, turning her tiny, white face so she wanted to look into his eyes. They have an eyelock. One was full of tears, the other was full of determination, looking at each other in silence. Then a small smile appeared on David's lips. “You stupid little girl, you don't need to say anything else. Enough with you being happy. That's all, you understand? Now wipe your tears and smile!"

Luna's tears slowly subsided as she took deep breaths, allowing herself to release the pent-up emotions that had been weighing her down. After some time, Luna separated herself from me, with tears now drying on her cheeks. She looked up at me with a small smile as she held her hand to me, gesturing for me to look at the arms that she had rolled up. "I want you to see the scars," Luna whispered, her voice filled with vulnerability. I took her hand and gently traced my fingers over the faded marks. Her pale skin was marked with cuts, bruises, and scars, each telling a story of pain and survival. Luna's eyes held a mixture of sadness and resilience as she shared this intimate part of herself wi

Luna remained silently submissive beneath him, her tears continuing to wet her face

Well, she can also give them a good show. "Vega, please calm down. I know I need to give you a better apology for what I've done, but please do not shut me out of your life; I'm begging you." Vega slowly brought her gaze to him, seeing him so dejected and desperate made her wonder if this action was real or if he was just faking it for the public to see. "What, you want to show your fans how loving of a mate you are?" "Why will you think that, Luna? That's not it at all."

Sandra told me. “So every girl in the pack thinks she’s got a shot at becoming his mate and our Luna,” Sandra said Shit, I thought I would have him to myself but the good thing was that he was still looking for a mate and I had every intention to become one.

He finally looked at me then—really looked—and whatever I saw in his eyes made my stomach sink. “You’re standing beside me,” he said. “That’s all you need to do.” I stared at him. “You’re hurting me.” His grip tightened instead. “Don’t make this harder than it needs to be,” he said under his breath. “Chester is watching. I won’t give him anything. Not a weakness. Not doubt.” “And I’m what?” I asked softly. “Armor?” He exhaled sharply, like I was missing something obvious. “You’re my Luna—for tonight. Act like it.”

Dean heard the words. He understood every one of them. Yet his mind refused to accept them. A Luna. A future. A family. All of it... Possibly stolen before Rowena had ever been given the chance to choose it. His wolf let out a low, mournful whine that echoed through the silence. Not in denial. In grief. Dean closed his eyes. For the first time since Rowena had entered Blackwolf Manor, he wasn't thinking about secrets, conspiracies, or ancient Moonborn records. He was thinking about one broken woman. And the unimaginable cruelty required to steal not only her past. But perhaps even her future.

No mate, and now no children? ​"Do you think me a liar!" She shouted in our faces; her voice was high-pitched, and it felt like our ears were bleeding. ​"No, we should be on our way." Silas tried moving us to the side. ​"You are foolish boys. Too much power and too much pride. Your sacrifice will give us glory; is that not enough?" ​"Lady, we don't know who you are." ​"I am the Luna of the South. My children are the heirs to great fortune and peace. You killed them!"