Moana Lisa Mga Nobela at Kwento

My jaw is tight, my eyes locked on Moana even though I tell myself to look away. She hasn’t even glanced in my direction. --- ✿MOANA✿ I feel the attention like a physical thing, but I keep my expression cool and unbothered. This is what I do. This is my world. “We look so fucking good,” Lalissa says, grinning. “Damn right we do,” Octavia agrees. We make our way through the crowd, people parting to let us through. Compliments come from every direction. “You three are unreal.”

She asked, looking at me confused. “We’re going to Louisiana. Alpha Kane at the Hidden Moon Pack.” I said. And she looked at me confused but didn’t say anything else. I don’t think she was game enough to ask me how I even knew who Alpha Kane was. “We’re almost out of fuel.” Mom said, out of nowhere. It was the first time she’d spoken in about an hour. “How long before we need to stop? We need to get more distance between us.”

Caleb gripped the steering wheel tightly. “Caleb?” Through clenched teeth, he said, “She was a redhead, Diana. He’s a red lupus garou looking for a mate. There must be a shortage of eligible females in the area.” Diana's throat felt parched as if she’d crossed the Badlands without a lick of water.

"It's the story of a Moon Oracle." "A Luna." Dreg told me with a smile "A Warrior." Arachne said. "The story of a Moon Oracle Luna. Luna Channing."

Maybe because I'm worrying she might be on the edge and I just can't understand it. She snorted. "Nope, I just wanna breath the fresh air. Another thing is, I love the tranquility of that place. You know, the cliff where you brought me last, last day?" "Come on, Jha. We both know you just want a better view of the moon." I said in case that was just it. But then, she beamed which removed the heavy weight on my chest. "Argh! Of course!" She exaggeratingly screamed. "Did you know that the Polynesian islanders of the Pacific Ocean say that the moon is a creator goddess named Hina and the women called wahines are her representative in the world." She proudly said.

He raised his head at Matt at the alarming question raised. "That should be this full moon." Alpha Andrea finally answered even with Fiona's intent to intrude, I smirked behind my puffy face from the food I was trying hard to masticate. "Oh I see, that is perfect timing, the season of the Moon Goddess, blessing the Aloha and his Luna, we could have what such auspicious date, but we're so engrossed in each other that as a common Gemma and Omega we choose a normal day." Matt let out his hand scrolling through his phone and Alpha Andrea's eyes were red, and the redness I could see calming to purple anytime soon.

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!

Moana's wary eyes mirrored all the fear and uncertainty that I felt—the responsibilities weighing in on us. Gobsmacked, I just drew her into my arms, enclosing her thin frame with my own limbs, touching but not clutching. Our lips smashed together in a sudden, desperate, bursting kiss; all that was above was forgotten. There was only the heat of two bodies touching, the rhythm of their hearts beating together in tenuous harmony. Moana's hand brushed up my chest, her fingertips tracing the outline of my face so softly it belied the harsh reality that was soon to be a part of our lives. "I'm scared, Theophilus," she whispered above the hum of activity, hardly above audibility.

“Qualities like kindness, compassion, love and goodness of heart. No wonder some women were chosen to be Luna and not others.” She sprang to her feet. Her eyes were changing color. “And who the hell do you think you are to meddle in our affairs?” I let Uru come to the surface and she could see the change in my eye color as well. I can tell she was scared as she didn’t think I would fight her, being an outsider. But at the moment, I was ready to defend my friend, not minding any consequences. “Oh I’m sure you know who I am,” I said, standing up. This brought Calista out of her reverie. She stood up and was now in the middle though there was still a table separating us all.

She attacked my lips and in a swift move, she was straddling me, her hands in my hair. Camila, Camila, Camila. Camila Brinx- Camorra. Deep, open mouthed kisses, mixed with the cool air of the night, a dream. Our lips felt perfect against each other, she felt perfect in my arms. The sound of the ocean now rushing, or maybe that was my blood rushing through my veins, kick starting my adrenaline. Whenever I'm with Camila, it's like a fever dream.