Neon Eclipse Tiktok の小説・ストーリー

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JON'S POV: 11:30 PM The music is thumping through the floorboards of Cali's house, bass vibrating like a second heartbeat. Colored lights flash over grinning faces, the air thick with teenage laughter, sugar, and soda fizz. Somewhere, someone is trying to do a TikTok dance in a corner. Someone else is DJing off a cracked phone and a Bluetooth speaker. And amidst it all, there she is. Aurora. She’s by the snack table, lit faintly by purple LED lights, her deep purple mesh-sleeved dress hugging her figure like it was stitched from shadows.

And then- A hush swept the hall. A ripple. A shiver. A collective inhale. The doors at the front opened. And Luna Orion entered.

When I retrack my canines and lick the blood from his wound sealing it, I pull my hair back tilting my head for him to do the same to me. I hear Yvonne tell everyone to stand back and see her leave the circle, “Quickly Troy, the eclipse is almost over.” He looks into my eyes so full of love, then I see his canines extend and I brace myself. The second his canines pierce my skin I’m flooded with a surge of power and I let out a scream before I black out, falling into Troy’s arms.

Fine, I’ll be the submissive one this eclipse night. Speaking of eclipse, it was finally done bathing everything in crimson darkness, and the midnight sky was again sparkling with thousands of stars adorning the heavens. “Exhale deeply... “ Tyler groaned. “Yep, yes baby, just like that…” I could reach the peak of our sensual convergence by just listening to his orgasmic voice. As he continued to overpower me, I could smell the wine on his breath and taste it on his tongue. Probably while me and Nyrene also drank a nice cup of wine from each other, he and Kairo are also doing the same.

Slumping back on the bed, I pick up my phone and dial his number but it didn’t even connect. What the hell is he doing? I try to connect with him but i can not, it seems he has shut me out. Heaving a sigh, I pick up my drugs before helping myself to it. I lay back on the bed again as the thought of what happened at the lake house becomes fresh in my head again. It all happened so fast that I didn't get to comprehend everything but the mark on my neck proves that Enzo and I are mates. The moon goddess must have planned this all along, she must have known that Nichoas would pull a move like that and I would be stranded.

Unknown number. I swipe it open. Three words blink back at me. TikTok. I want my money.

The paparazzi, the cake, the saxophonist and the fucking fact that Zevara agreed… but I later learnt that she returned back his ring. I had sent Evans to keep an eye on Zevara and Talon and he has been feeding me information about how lovey and dovey they have been in the past few days. And tonight, he sent me a video of their grand proposal—besides, I don't even have to search hard as it is trending everywhere on social media. “The Prince Heir Of The Moon Eclipse Pack Has Just Proposed To The Love Of His Life And We Are Wishing Them A Lifetime Of Peace And Happiness.”

I know, y'all thought it'd be me but I'm as thin as whatever the definition of thin could ever be, so no liposuction for me fellas, thank you. I know y'all wanna see how beautifully done up I am but it's a secret till tonight fans so turn on that device, get popcorn if you wanna and make sure to stick to your devices at 8:00 clock cause you're gonna see me live at the event and make sure to keep some napkins beside you cause there's gonna be a lot of drooling. And there's gonna be alot of #Chelsea WatersandKevinBrycegettingitup #Chelkensmooching #wipeyourspitfrom yourmouthcauseweareboyfriends

I want to keep her happy forever. “Hi,” I say, finally stepping outside. “Now that Dad’s here, he can record us,” Jack announces excitedly. I lift an eyebrow, confused, and he explains. “We’re doing a TikTok swimming trend.” “Let’s not bother your dad, sweetie. I’m already recording you,” Celine says, avoiding my eyes. “But I want us to do it together,” Jack insists, already handing me the phone. “Dad, can you record us?” he asks.