Luna Lovegood Draw Novels & Stories

He remains silent, his eyes not leaving mine until he starts to laugh. “You think I will make a deal with you, Zachary? My wife is Luna, one after the moon goddess’s heart. She can give me all the cure I want in the world and you think I will settle for you? Come on man, I thought you were smarter than that. Well” he gestures to my hand where a wound is still bleeding, “you might want to check that, it’s not going to heal. Ir is coated with silver” “What?” “Do not show up at my party uninvited Zachary, do not come in front of my wife and do not even think about her”

Luna Gibson’s figure inexplicably appeared in his mind. Back then, Luna Gibson loved to sketch too. She always liked to sit in a sunny room with the window open and let the breeze blow the curtains behind her. She sat in front of a sketch board and started drawing with her naturally skilled technique. She liked to draw many things. The flowers at home or the scenery outside, but mostly, she loved to draw him. His side profile, his eyebrows. He has hidden in the far corner countless times, just like what he was doing at that moment, looking at her sketching the image on her mind.

she muttered, turning the painting for me to see. I couldn't believe what I saw. A life painting–more like a direct picture of Damon holding hands with a young girl. "How can this be?" I said in a whisper, my eyes not even blinking. "They were in my head," Luna said. "I saw it clearly." I nodded slowly, my eyes drifting back to the painting. "Yes I know. You're really good, Luna. But the painting...how did you get the pencils to draw this?" Just then, Damon cleared his throat. "Why don't we talk about something else, aye?"

Greyson asks, pointing to Luna who is still in her swimsuit and cover up. "Wait!! I have the perfect idea for you! Follow me!" Greyson says as he grabs Luna's hand and drags her in the house with me following closely behind. Luna's POV: Greyson is drawing feverishly on the piece of paper he grabbed from Tatum's desk as we stand there watching him work. "There! Perfect!" Greyson says as he hands the paper to me. There is a sketch of a beautiful mid-thigh length dress with a cowl neck and an open back.

"Didn't you say you're Ms. Lane? If you're really that powerful, you might as well look for it yourself!" Luna retorted. Mia grabbed Luna's neck. "If you don't tell me by the count of three, your face is going to be ruined. Let's see. What should I draw? A turtle or a cat's face?" "Don't you dare!" Luna growled. Mia began counting, "One… two…" At the third second, Sharon couldn't put up with it anymore. "Don't hurt her. I know where it is."

“Don’t worry, Luna. Seeing you here, naked, is enough satisfaction for me. We can try again another day.” Why is she still calling me Luna? She kissed my forehead and laid on the bed. She then pulled me close to lie on her chest. She refused to let me wear any clothes. She said she wanted to stroke my vagina She loved it so much that she never wanted to let it out of her sight. “This is just the beginning,” Zoey promised. “I promise to take you to cloud nine and any other cloud above it. I will make you happy, Charlotte.” I smiled. I began to fall asleep.

There was a small pencil by the side which made it easier to locate. I gently picked it out, checking out the pages. I opened the last page, and I saw the greatest pencil drawing of my entire life. “This is a sunflower, isn't it?” I mumbled to myself, checking if there was another drawing. Her attention to detail was insanely amazing. She barely had any instruments, yet she made something so magnificent. It was truly mind blowing. I caught Mira’s scent walking in, so I gently placed the book back in its place like I never touched it, and I moved over to another space to select a new book.

As she pulled it free, a folded piece of parchment, brittle with age, fluttered to the floor. She bent to pick it up. It was a child’s drawing, done in clumsy charcoal. A stick-figure woman and a smaller stick-figure girl holding hands under a lopsided sun. At the bottom, in a child’s uncertain script: Me and Mama. Luna. A memory, sweet and terrible, lanced through her—a moment of stolen peace before the world had taught her its harsh taxonomy.

Daniella’s wicked grin spread as she eyed the layout of Arianna and Xavier's room. Now she needed to make her next move: seduce Xavier. She was willing to do whatever it took, no matter how risky. If it meant becoming the Luna of Winter Moon, she would stop at nothing.

I would miss them more than anything else in this world, I thought to myself. Heading into a world of different creatures with different status was more like an adventure. I was the princess of my pack, but not anymore. Just as the warrior addressed me, I became his Luna the day he made his intentions known, and that was more than a year ago on my sixteenth birthday. Best reasons known to him he chose me of all others to be his fated chosen mate. Ezra was good-looking, every woman wouldn't be able to resist his charms. Young, handsome, and most of all powerful.