Mosa Mosa No Mi Romane & Geschichten

His line rang in my ear. He picked up in one ring. "You just sent me a text," he said. I tapped once. I heard the faint sound of him reading it. My name is Ava Arande. I'm mute. I can hear everything you say. I'll communicate by text while we talk. Please don't hang up. A beat of silence. "That's an unusual request." I was already typing the next message and I sent it. Most of my requests are unusual, that's not the one you should be focusing on right now.

It surely wasn’t a diamond. “This is musgravite, one of the rarest stones in the world. And I especially got this made for you. A rare stone for my rare and beautiful woman,” he smiled looking down at the ring and pulling it out of the box. And before I could pull my hand back, he held it and pulled up. I snapped my eyes shut and cursed inwardly. I didn’t really have to look at his face. I had already anticipated his reaction.

Macy exits Anna’s office and the next time her door opens, a six feet inch male figure addressed in all black including his nose mask and face cap, strides into Anna’s office gracefully. She stares at him, observing his every move as he removes his face cap from his head, letting his blond loose curls fall effortlessly. Finally, he removes his nose mask and sends Anna a warm smile, making his green eyes sparkle. Just like someone Anna knew. “Nice meeting you doc, I’m Nicholas Montez,” Anna’s patient says, his smile not disappearing from his face. If not that she had to remain professional till the end of his therapy session, Anna would have definitely found herself squealing in excitement ju

The woman introduced herself as Angela, her soothing tone providing a semblance of comfort. She pressed for details—where I was, how I got kidnapped. I hesitated, my mind racing as I shared the basic information. Angela asked about my pack, and when I mentioned the Moonlight Pack, her response was unexpected. "I'm in the Crescent Moon Pack," she revealed. The coincidence seemed almost too good to be true.

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--Alyssa-- "White wolves cannot reject their mates like that," Noah said, a faint smile playing on his lips. His calm demeanor seemed to contrast sharply with the tension hanging in the air, adding an eerie stillness to the room. I watched as Jasmine's mother began to crumble under the weight of Noah's words. Her eyes, filled with disbelief and sorrow, mirrored the anguish that clawed at her heart. "How could the Moon Goddess do such a thing?" she cried, her voice trembling. "We could refuse, but they could not?"

She slapped her own face to woke her up. Joshua and Mona went to the basement and Rizza followed them. She wants to find out who was the woman with sun glasses. Mona asked Joshua to use the restroom first. Then when Rizza noticed that Mona was inside the restroom, she followed her. This time Mona took off her sun glasses because she knew that she was alone. Suddenly the door was opened and Rizza widened her eyes. The woman with sun glasses is no other than Mona Zamora, the famous celebrity and actress.

Regardless, I didn't move, just arched a brow. She walked to me with her phone in her hands, her eyes gleaming with a spark of mischief. “The Moon Goddess is finally on my side,” she declared, waving the phone like a trophy. I narrowed my eyes. “What are you talking about?” She strutted the remaining few steps between us and shoved the screen toward my face. “This.” It was a news headline, bold, in-my-face, and impossible to ignore: “Alpha Scott’s Mark Couldn't Work on Famous Mia Ortega: Luna Ceremony in Chaos”

Moza murmured, thinking of her only son. With a soft smile, she took out her phone to snap several photos of the lake. She managed to capture the reflection of the pines in the water and the sunlight shimmering over the ripples. Seeing that the signal here was surprisingly good, Moza sent the photos to Auntie Mara. She wanted Kayden to enjoy the beauty of the lake, even if only through a screen. At that moment, Moza’s phone vibrated, displaying an incoming call from an unknown number. She furrowed her brow, reluctant to answer. Just as she was about to decline, the call suddenly switched to a video call. The screen showed a young man she knew well—Kageo Limantara.

“I don’t really know why the fuck I’m here. I owe you a debt and the club will pay it—” Moon enters while I’m talking and he interrupts. “I think it’s the other way around,” he says. I stand up and shake his outstretched hand. Madison—she prefers to be called Mak—follows and ignores my hand and pulls me in for a hug. Moon’s lips curl slightly, which is about as close to a smile as he gives. An older Spanish woman walks in and rests four bottles of water on the table before turning on her heels and walking out. Before we can settle at the table the woman is back carrying a tray filled half with vegetables and half with small sandwiches. She snaps something in Spanish at Gomez and he rolls his