Not A Useless Housewife But A True Luna Novel Novels & Stories

"It does not care how much good you build elsewhere. It still asks to be witnessed eventually." I nodded, throat too tight for words for a long moment, staring at the ash beneath my knees, trying to reconcile the small girl who had hidden behind that broken wall with the woman kneeling here now, Sovereign Luna, wife, ruler of a united kingdom, still somehow just as frightened in this exact spot as she had been that night. "I used to think if I ever came back here, I would fall apart entirely," I said. "That the grief would be too big to survive twice."

I could tell with one hundred percent certainty none of these women were that way. My father’s right hand man and Beta, a man named Cooper, had pulled me aside one day to tell me about a potential opportunity to find a mate. I had been invited to join the cast of some show called Luna’s Choice. At first, I brushed it aside. I wanted no part in something like that. There was no way any of the contestants on the show would make for a good Luna.

Dean explained. “Shut it right now, Dean. You have no idea what you’re talking about!” Adam shouted. “Oh, don’t I?” Dean raised his eyebrow, pausing as he let the weight of his words sink in. “But it gets better. He sought another she-wolf. Luna discovered this and threatened to inform her family.” The more Dean spoke, the more Adam seemed to listen. Dean continued, also relaxing a little the more he spoke.

"What do you mean by unsuitable? Is she weak, or is it that she doesn't know how to fight?" "Not any of that. The thing is... she doesn't have a wolf." Mom reached across the table gently and held my hands. "The Moon Goddess doesn't make mistakes." I wanted to believe that. I truly did. But then she continued, "But not having a wolf as a Luna Queen is not possible. Her weakness will constantly be used against her. She won't be strong enough to take over the Luna duties. She lacks the power of a wolf, so she will find a lot of things difficult, and she might not survive it. So I would advise you to reject her so that the Moon Goddess can select another mate for both of you before it's too lat

Please remember that the events and relationships in this book are entirely fictional and are written for storytelling purposes. Most importantly, this is Luna's story, a girl who has spent her entire life in a cage, searching for a life that truly belongs to her. I hope you'll laugh with her, cry with her, get frustrated with her, and fall in love with her journey. Happy reading! — C

"Well... In my defense, I think I did tell you that I'd speak to you this morning. Yes or yes?" "Liar!" Maryanne whined. "You all are liars. Hi Mom." She smiled. Sally smiled shyly. "Hello, darling." Sometimes Maryanne wondered if that was how she was supposed to behave if she became the Luna. Was she supposed to smile so shyly all the time and blush at every kind word spoken to her? "Well, maybe I should just go and clean up a bit more." She said, getting up again. Calhoun placed his hand on her arm. She glanced at him.

"This afternoon I went to her shop." "What did you do to her?" I grabbed her wrist, bones creaking under my grip. "I just gave her the truth." She didn't even flinch. "I told her I'm your wife. She's a homewrecker. You should've seen her face—the shock, the pain. Beautiful." "You're insane!" I roared. "Who the hell are you to say that?" "Because I'm your Luna. I threw her out of your house like the stray she is." The smile turned feral. "Her luggage everywhere, those two little bastards clutching her legs and bawling. You should've seen it. Hilarious."

"I didn't exactly learn how to cook gourmet or anything, but I could make simple, filling meals. I had to pull my weight around the house when I lived at home. Jobs were few and far between in that town, so it meant a lot that mama was bringing home a pay check. Cooking and cleaning for us was the least I could do." I remember the tiny shack of a house that I found Luna and her mother living in when I went to retrieve my future wife. I'd been arrogantly disgusted by the modest abode. I'd wanted to burn it down so she'd never have a place to go back to, but her mother had been sentimentally attached. Instead, I'd taken great pains to show Luna how much better her life would be with me. I'd dr

I feel so much better after a nice hot shower and having some clean clothes to wear. I finish getting ready and make my way downstairs to the kitchen. The smell of breakfast fills the air. I take in the smell of bacon and eggs, and I am starving. I walk in to see Troy, Jake, and Molly all sitting at the table. Troy is looking through some papers while eating. I sit down, and Alex brings me a plate and a glass of orange juice. “Thank you,” I say with a small smile. “It's my pleasure, Luna,” he says, nodding his head.

Compared to the cold and empty Blue Bay Villa, this was the family that he had always wanted. Lively, heartwarming, and bustling. Only that it was not the correct people. If the woman busy in the kitchen was not Luna, but Luna Gibson, everything would be just perfect. As he was deep in his thoughts, Luna had already turned off the fire in the kitchen. She swiftly placed the food onto a plate from the pan. She held the plate with one hand while trying to slide the door open with her other hand. Perhaps because her hand was too wet, she could not get the glass door to slide open.