Lust Background Novels & Stories

But what is her purpose with me, and why did she expose herself to me? “Foremost, I want to introduce myself to you. I am Luna Hannah Santiago, or just call me by my name, Luna. Clara and I met because of an entertainment company. You probably received the three photos of the man that I send to you, aren't I?” She said at the same time she placed a photo of three men on the table while I looked at her in wonder. The three men in the photo she showed me were the men I also saw with Clara in a picture. I realized some details from them, but I can't be certain how much of it is true and which of it is false.

Roughly 15 minutes. The countdown began…

He has missed six months of my life while going through hell, and he's been through so much all alone… would we be too much on each other? I shifted my gaze to the man behind him. A much larger man with a similar face, he was just an older version and he needed no introduction. The resemblance was uncanny and with Cyrus by his side, no one could deny he was his legacy. “Now there's three parts of Lust walking on this damn Earth,” Lucian muttered beside me. “… all in one place. The light beams must be going crazy. In fact, they should be here any minute.” “What? Is that- is that going to be a problem?”

Lara explains. Maybe it’s me, maybe I want it. Because I see him stiffen a little. But I know it’s my imagination, this information wouldn’t hurt our agreement. “In love?” I also imagine the slight edge in his voice. Lara nods, “Hmm. Very much so, we were both certain they were soulmates. That’s why she swore off love and feelings after that, and rightfully so, because she lost herself after all of that.” He nods, bringing the bottle to his lips.

Each item brought tears to my eyes, and I hadn't even realized I was crying until I picked up a bracelet. It was a bracelet from Lucian, and it stirred a mix of emotions within me. Alongside the bracelet were a few letters, which I received monthly. They were from someone unknown, someone who had been sending them for quite some time. Every month, I would discover one of these letters in my bag, and I had never been able to determine the sender's identity. At one point, I had suspected it was Lucian, but that theory had been swiftly dismissed. To him, the mere idea of someone admiring me had been a joke. He had laughed it off.

That is how they talked me into sending Brielle away five years ago. "With all due respect, I really don't think that I can trust your judgement when it comes to picking out a Luna for me. The last time you picked out a Luna for me, she turned out to be a shameless slut who doesn't even care who she's sleeping with as long as she can sleep with someone. I don't even mind the fact that she was cheating, but she said that she was going to carry on with it even after she became the Luna. How can I trust you people to pick a Luna for me when you told me that someone like Lora is good?" I asked them.

“Hi. I'm Liam. I think we are supposed to be working together?" I just nodded, not trusting my own voice. I had barely spoken to anyone in days, apart from Mila, mostly. But Liam didn't seem bothered by my silence. He just sat down across from me, pulled out his laptop, and started organizing the research files I had been ignoring. By the end of the first day, he had catalogued seventeen sources I hadn't touched and created a shared document with color-coded sections. "You don't have to do all this," I said, my voice rough from not using it much.

Thirty days ended at midnight. Luke stood in the middle of Argon’s private penthouse suite, still dressed in the sheer black lace maid lingerie from the final night. His body ached in the best and worst ways, thighs sore, hole tender and still faintly leaking from the endless breeding, skin marked with faint bruises and rope lines. The headpiece sat crooked in his hair now, a crooked little bow that somehow made him look even more ruined. Argon leaned against the floor-to-ceiling window, whiskey glass in hand, watching him with those storm-gray eyes that no longer felt purely predatory. The silence between them stretched, thick and heavy.

Carnation smirked and continued, "how did that happen, you don't want women to touch you, you're a woman hater, so the codename Lust doesn't fit you" The young man's raucous laughter reverberated throughout the kitchen. "Well, I won't deny that fact," he said, clearing his throat once more before continuing, "my codename Lust was based on my full name, L and U from the first two letters of my first name Luca, and S T from the second to last letter of my surname Lindenhurst. Half of the Underground Society members use this same method of making their codenames."

Pain shot through my head and chest. Then everything stopped. I couldn't hear anything except ringing in my ears. “Rhea? RHEA!” Nathan's voice was tinny and far away. “I'm…here.” My voice sounded weak. “I… I just crashed.” “What?! Where are you? Rhea, stay with me… where are you?” “I don't know. Side of the road. Trees. I…” The notification of battery low sounded. “My phone's dying.” “I’m not going anywhere, I’m calling for hel..”