Matangi X Moana Novels & Stories

I looked AMAZING! "I know." Anita said, feeling herself. "Wow, I'm speechless. I look like a completely different person." I said again. I was in awe of the beauty of my face. It was really soft but it changed my face completely. "You're welcome" Anita smiled, singing like that Maui guy from the Moana cartoon. "I love it. Thank you." I said smiling at her. She clapped and started going towards my clothing racks "Time to pick out an outfit." She said going through my clothes.

Thank the Goddess “Naya, Zayne said t- “ “Tell. Tate” she wipes off her shirt, then her boots, still in motion, behind me I hear the sounds of bones cracking by the time I turn around I only see a glimpse of dark brown fur slipping through the trees. Two other wolves, a lighter brown and a dark gray run past me in the same direction as Zayne and now Naya. The door opens and I see a shirtless Tate, at first, I think he’s going to undress and join the others but he just looks at me.

Whether Moana’s likes, dislikes and other desires matched hers or not It took more than an hour to finally find her form, and I started reading it quickly, hoping Moana would be Jasmine. Name: Moana Renee Wayne Birthday: June 30, 2002 Favorite color: light blue Favorite Food: Fried Chicken, Pizza, Burgers, Noodles, and Still Exploring Favorite fruit: mango Favourite Destination: Anyplace with a beach Favorite Movie: Avatar Dress/Outfit: Anything in which my skin can take a breath Hobbies: To eat and sleep Deepest Fear: To be left alone Secret Crush: Alaric Best friend: No one Worst habit: many. I can’t name one.

✿MOANA✿ The Maldives sun was relentless, turning the white sand into something that shimmered like diamonds. The beach was perfect, turquoise water, palm trees swaying in the breeze, barely any other tourists in sight. I adjusted my black bikini top, the scarf tied around my waist doing little to hide the high-cut bottoms underneath. My mom looked radiant in her white two-piece, practically glowing next to Richard who couldn't seem to keep his hands off her. Dylan stood a few feet away in black shorts and a half-buttoned white linen shirt that the breeze kept catching. He looked unfairly good, and I hated that my body reacted to him without being touched.

I said, giving him a thumbs-up and a silly wink as I walked off with the lights. I was halfway through stringing them when I accidentally stepped on someone’s foot. I stumbled back a few steps, bracing myself to protect the fragile lights in my hand. Looking up, I saw her. Moana. The Goddess seemed to have poured every ounce of beauty into that woman. She was lean but curved in all the right places, her blonde hair and porcelain skin making her look almost too over weight. Volumptious would not be the right word. She was a dirty bitch!

I stood up, turning to face the watchtower hatch. Moana emerged from the lower stairs, her boots sure-footed on the icy stones despite the steep incline. She wasn't wearing the heavy fur coat today; she wore a tight, hardened leather brigandine that Lana Vance had forged for her hours ago, the silver-and-gold torque around her throat gleaming with a fierce, independent brilliance against the gray sky. Behind her stood three young omegas from the kitchen staff, each carrying a heavy, short-handled iron crowbar and a leather pouch of black-powder caps from the armory.

Alpha Allison smiled making my blush deepen. “That’s what you meant when you said I was the one who told you we were coming?” I faced Maria in an attempt to take the focus off myself and the older woman smiled secretly. “Indeed, I have a special connection with the Moon Mother.” She didn’t say much else but given the look that passed between us, we were sure she knew a lot more than she was letting on. “Maria is considered the Shawoman of the High Tide Pack, her existence was kept a secret to protect her and the pack from ill intent.” Jasper supplied, looking at Maria with emotionless eyes while she simply smiled at him.

The golden light beneath Damion’s skin burned brighter. The creature tilted its massive head slightly while studying me. The Last Guardian returns. “No,” Damion said immediately. The force in his voice shook the clearing. “She is Jane.” The creature’s silver gaze moved toward him slowly. Both things can be true. The bond exploded again. This time not with memories. Power. Raw energy surged violently through every connection simultaneously, racing between me and Damion so hard my skin began glowing faintly gold beneath the surface. Kael swore sharply. “The seal is reacting.”

Anything. I slip into the short knee length dress that Mia handed me. It's short but breathable . It's emerald in colour and looks so good against my tan skin. I turn to see Mia in a similar dress as mine , but it has a deeper neckline and is black in colour . She also has some jewellery paired with it. We both give each other compliments and wear our footwear. I opt for smaller heels than her but she wears stilettos with much higher heel. I pull my hair in a ponytail and apply a light nude lip shade.

"I don't know which one to choose. Why do you have to make such beautiful dresses?" "That's what I do: create beautiful things for beautiful people." We shared a hug and turned back to the television. "The bloody movie is over already?" "Yep. What else shall we watch?" "Moana or Brave. Brave! I love the Irish accent. No, on second thought, let's watch Moana, I love the song from the crab." "Jasmine! What is it with you and making decisions?" I rolled my eyes in annoyance as I selected Moana. "Back to the dresses."