Moana X Moni Novels & Stories

I feel like I’ve conquered the fucking world. I don’t know what the fuck is happening to me – fuck, to either of us – but I like it. I just hope Brian does too. “Are you okay?” I ask Moona as her breathing calms. She nods. Smiles. Giggles a giggle that barely sounds like her. It’s light. Free. “I’m great,” she says. She slides a hand down her belly, palming her swollen clit before dipping a finger inside herself. “I’m full of you,” she says, piercing eyes right on mine. She looks up at Brian after me. “Both of you.”

Moana’s POV The air in the forest was so cold it felt like needles on my skin. I stood in the dark shadows, my back against a large pine tree as my hands shook. They were covered in small scars from years of hard work, because I had spent the whole day cleaning and scrubbing floors at Elder Rodrigo's house. The smell of the cleaning polish was still on my fingers, stinging the little cuts on my skin. In the Blackthorn Pack, I was a ghost. My name is Moana Ashclaw, but nobody called me that. To them, I was just a servant girl. I was the girl who lived in the cold cellar and ate the leftovers from the dogs.

I murmured. “Speak of the devil.” Detective baker frowned. I looked in the direction of where he was looking and saw a woman in a suit walking toward us. She had a friendly smile painted on her face, but I had a feeling we wouldn’t be the best of friends. “Detective Baker, long time no see,” she beamed. “I prefer it that way,” detective Baker grumbled. He still hadn’t returned her smile. So they must have some kind of history there. She looked at me. “You must be Marina Davis,” she said. “I am Special Agent Danna Halman. You can call me Danna or agent Danna.”

she finally said, briefly and firmly, as if sealing a truth the world rejected. Ilon took a deep breath before releasing a flower onto the mound of soil. “May you rest in peace beside the Moon Goddess.” Mira drew small rune lines with silver chalk on the ground, her lips moving silently in prayer. A faint light flickered briefly between the earth and the runes, then faded, leaving an odd warmth in my chest. “May your path be illuminated,” she whispered.

They had such an excellent bond based on their likes and dislikes. The real Monster had not yet finished, but had just started. She would awaken Luther's true monster. She would destroy him and his family. She would make Noelle's life an absolute hell. This is the second part of Monster. *********

Moana walks inside the room slowly trying not to walk her master up,it's might felt likes she's something else but she have never seen anyone come to the mansion before but last night she does,even when she was hired it's through email she got the address of the mansion and she always got her pay every month without delay. She gapes when she saw that it's two people sleeping on the bed,they are both girls and she wonders if they are twins but then she erase it off her mind that they are not,one of them looks just Beautiful and ethereal like goddess while the other one looks just pretty and hot with her dressing. They both smile like soju from last night, Moana cover and nose from the thick s

I looked at Moana. She didn't look down at the crag lord with hatred, nor did she flinch at the sight of eighty silver-tipped pikes gleaming in the pale winter light. She raised her right hand, her bare palm open to the sky, the raw cut across her skin completely healed into a thin, silver scar that pulsed with a faint, golden light. "Blow the caps," she commanded softly. Kaelen didn't hesitate. He struck a flint against the iron wedge, a single, brilliant spark catching the end of the hemp fuse. The fire raced down into the granite crack with a sharp, hissing snap, disappearing into the dark heart of the ice shelf.

Monica’s gaze lingered on the thick brown hair longer than it should’ve, memories drifting into her mind. FLASHBACK "You are so beautiful!" Cute Tia Tia clapped excitedly as Monica admired herself in the mirror. "Just as you," Monica chuckled, glancing back at Tia Tia, who looked awestruck. "Just like me? I’m not as beautiful as you," Tia Tia pouted. Monica walked over, picking her up from the bed. "You have beautiful, thick brown hair that makes you look like Moana." "Moana?" Her cute voice rang out.

She says sweetly, looking at me until she sees Carrie. “Oh, I didn’t know we were missing a guest.” She extends her hand to Carrie, and now it’s my turn to look at her like she grew three heads. “Hello, I am Monica. And you must be Carrie?” She said, tilting her head to the side. “Yes, I am Carrie. I am the future Luna of the White Fang Pack.” She said as if it were something that was true. I went to stop her and correct her, but Monica told me to wait.

The only present that I could afford for her was this handmade pendant that was her name molded with metal wire, with a rose quartz shaped as a crescent Moon, fixed on the top of her name's last 'A'. Entering through the main gate, I made my way towards the garden when someone pulled my hair harshly and yanked it, causing me to fall on my back. I hissed in pain, rubbing my back. Neither I have to look up to know who that motherfucker is nor I have to tell you. "Get up, you useless piece of shit!" Her voice was filled with annoyance and extreme anger. Taking the support of the ground, I forced myself to get up to just be pushed against a wall by Mara, her canines extended. Her free hand quick