Novel & Cerita Moonlight's Kiss

The main person who should be apologizing was Devyn, and I knew he’d rather cut off his tongue than do that. “Thank you, my Luna,” he said and unexpectedly placed a kiss in my palm, and pressed it to his forehead. A tingling sensation lingered on my palm as he released my hand. “What was that?” I asked, certain he had felt the same thing. “It’s the Luna’s blessings graced from the moon goddess herself.” “Oh,” I mouthed, not quite understanding. “You’re going to be doing that a lot.” I winced visibly, “The kiss thing?” Liam nodded, then chuckled when he saw the unhappy expression on my face. I certainly didn’t like the idea of strangers kissing my palm.

The boundaries of their worlds seemed insurmountable, but their connection was undeniable. In the moonlit garden, they shared a stolen kiss, a union of two souls yearning for something more. It was a kiss that spoke of forbidden love and uncharted territories, a declaration of their shared desire against all odds. That was a kiss that was meant to be something more than that. A kiss of love that turned into the unison of two bodies and souls. When their bare skin touched one another’s, sparks united. He brought his hand closer to her hips, resting right there and their eyes were not meant to be pulled away.

But just as she was starting to feel more confident, she realized that he had entered her thoughts again, and she couldn't shake off the memory of the kiss. Selena slipped into bed, her mind still consumed with thoughts of Ethan and Xander. She couldn't help but feel drawn to the mystery that surrounded them both. It was clear that something was going on beneath the surface, and she was determined to get to the bottom of it. There was something in-between the Duo, and sooner or later she'd get to the bottom of it and quench her curious mind. As she drifted off to sleep, her mind was filled with thoughts of the enigmatic men she had encountered in the town. She couldn't wait to see what the f

I dropped my gaze instantly and asked before chewing onto my lips, "Anything else I can get you, s-sir?" "No, sweetheart." He darkly chuckled. Just as I was about to walk off this uncomfortable scene, I felt a burn on my skin. The moonlight had escaped the drapes of the clouds finally and it was lighting up the terrace with its own enigma. But why burn? Isn't the moon an epitome of cool and calm? I shrieked when I realised the burn that was flaming on my skin was actually, under my skin. With a clatter, the champagne glasses on the tray shattered on the floor. Luckily, the sound of music drowned it out but didn't stop the fact it poured all down the back of someone.

It was mine. Tonight, nothing felt predictable. The moon had risen huge and white, not soft but stark—like a coin hammered flat and nailed to the sky. Its light made edges cruelly clear. The moss didn’t blur into shadow; it glittered with frost. My breath came out in ghosts. The air was so sharp with pine and damp soil that I tasted it, resin and metal at the back of my tongue. Somewhere far away, water moved. Somewhere closer, something else did.

I gasped and pointed, my heart skipping a beat. “Enzo, look! A shooting star!” Enzo turned to me, a tender smile on his lips. He took my hand and kissed my fingers, then leaned in, his breath warm against my ear. “It seems like the Moon Goddess is listening,” he whispered into my ear. “And now, let’s seal that wish with a kiss, shall we?” Our lips met, and Enzo pulled me close, dipping me low beneath the night sky. And in that moment, I felt as though the Moon Goddess really was smiling down at us, watching and promising to grant our wish.

Gratitude for the serendipitous events that had led us to this moment, for the trials and tribulations that had shaped us into the people we had become, and for the love that now enveloped us. As we lay there, basking in the gentle radiance of the moon, Roman leaned in and captured my lips in a tender kiss. It was a kiss filled with a myriad of emotions—love, passion, and a profound sense of belonging. Our lips moved in perfect harmony, as if they were meant to be locked in this eternal dance of desire. In that embrace, I felt our souls merge, our love merging with the moonlight that bathed us. The boundaries between us blurred, and we became one, bound by a love that defied logic and surpas

For something darker. Toran's breathing grew heavy. "There's more, isn't there? The moon... it demands more." Luna's eyes burned with knowing. "Yes." Without breaking their joined hands, she pulled him closer. The crowd watched, rapt, as Luna pressed her mouth to his, a kiss not of affection but of claiming. It was rough, bruising, a clash of teeth and tongues. Toran groaned, his free hand gripping her waist, pulling her flush against him. Their bloodied hands remained clasped, the bond growing tighter, thicker, like an invisible chain linking their souls.

Now, as the High Priestess pronounced us as Alpha and Luna, we sealed our fate with another daring kiss. A kiss that will be followed by thousands more in our lifetime. And thank the Moon Goddess, in the end, Kiera Moonbeam chose to kiss me forever. The End

She nodded. Lois stared at her. Then, slowly, his scarred face broke into something that was unmistakably a smile. "You're sure?" "I'm sure." He lifted her hand to his lips and pressed a kiss to her knuckles. "Then we wait for the blood moon. And when it comes.." His voice roughened. "I'll make you mine. Liana's eyes glistened. "I'd like that." Outside the window, the moon hung heavy in the sky. Not fully red.