Moana Music Novels & Stories

I turn in his arms, facing him now, and he grins down at me. “You’re dangerous,” he says near my ear. “Good,” I shot back. The music shifts to something even dirtier, and I turn around again, dropping low and twerking against him. Kenzie’s hands tighten on my hips, his breath catching. Other people around us are cheering, hyping me up. “Go Moana!” “YES QUEEN!” I don’t care. I’m feeling myself, feeling the music, feeling free for the first time in days. Kenzie’s hands move from my hips to my waist, his touch confident but not pushy. I don’t mind. I lean back into him, letting him hold me as I move.

She tried stopping herself from screaming, it was quite an impossible task for her. Her desires began to increase and she began to burn for Jayden the more. Jayden treated her right. She couldn't hold it any longer. Monalisa let out a loud moan. "Fuck me hard daddy" and immediately wrapped her legs around Jayden. She reached out to his hair and grabbed it. Monalisa's body moved to the rhythm of the song Jayden's tongue played with her juicy area.

"Good morning. My name is Dakoda Savage." "Oh, yes, the new transfer this year. Let's get you all set up for your classes today. Your parents have already filled out the paperwork, so all we need to do is get you your schedule. The good news is, you've arrived early enough to sign up for some of the sports we offer here at Maui High. Alternatively, we have a wonderful drama club." I simply smile at her, knowing that sports and drama aren't my cup of tea, recalling what my mom said about Drama Saturday.

Moana’s POV The sea has always been my lullaby. I was born to its rhythm, raised on its tides. Our island is small, just a cluster of wooden huts gathered along the shore, with the jungle behind us and the horizon stretching wide in front. To outsiders, it might seem too quiet, too simple. But for us, it is everything. I’m eighteen now, and that means one thing, I’ll be married. That thought has followed me like a shadow these past months, filling my heart with both excitement and a kind of nervous flutter I can’t name.

Moana walked out from there and her eyes landed on a lot of small quarters made at the gap of 500 meters from Theodore and Liara’s home. ‘I can stay there by taking one room on rent.’ She thought and decided to inform her parents about it. She was earning from the moment Theodore came to Black Council, so she believed that she would have a lot of money with her after all, she never spend anything on herself. Removing the shirt that she was wearing, she shifted and ran from there. *

Moana With my face still burning from Kelly’s slap, I needed to get away from the banquet before anyone saw me and started gossiping even more. If anyone saw me crying, I knew that Kelly would be satisfied as well, and I didn’t want that. As I gathered what little dignity I had left and started making my way through the gardens, the sound of the music and the partygoers talking and laughing slowly began to fade, replaced by the sound of the crickets chirping and the sound of the fountains. I eventually found a quiet garden not too far away with a fountain in the center and rows of peach trees circling the perimeter, their sweet fragrance filling the air.

"Yeah, he's coming back in two days. And he’s bringing his wife. Supposedly a beautiful musician from England. What was her name again?" “Anna Witherspoon,” the man in the wide-brimmed hat said, his voice low. "Yes, Anna Witherspoon," the bold man echoed. "And why do we care?" Bisila asked, raising an eyebrow. "Well, because Andrew was the one we all thought could steal your heart, but now he's married. We’ve all tried, and you’re not interested in any of us!" the bold man grinned. "You’re all like fathers and brothers to me. Please, Travie, I’m years older than you!" she said, rolling her eyes.

Moana’s POV The guard’s grip bruised my skin as he shoved me through the heavy oak doors, sending a sharp jolt up my arm. My heart thundered against my ribs so loudly that I was certain they could hear it echoing through the quiet room. Think, Moana. Think.

Kane’s POV Moana was a place of shadows and whispered deals. Nestled between high-rise buildings and the kind of streets where power lurked behind every closed door, it wasn’t just a lounge—it was a hunting ground for people like me. I sat in a dimly lit booth at the back, nursing a glass of whiskey. The low hum of conversation blended with the slow jazz music Rainbows of Love by Lonnie Liston Smith playing from the corner of the room, creating the perfect ambiance for backdoor dealings. The patrons of this establishment weren’t the kind to ask questions. They knew that secrecy was the currency here.

Most of the walls had now tanks of filled with tropical fishes. "What's with all the fishes?" What's with you coming into my territory uninvited prick! Ethan controlled his mild irritation, as he carried on with his calm demeanour. "I like them. Plus, they are a great distraction for the ones that come to see me." He said still working on his irubix cube. Mark wasn't impressed. His office wasn't a true reflection of who they truly were. The Moon Goddess's warriors. Their mission was to guard the human realm from a very dangerous clan they locked up in the mountains millennia ago.