One Lunatic One Icepick Novels & Stories

I asked him. "Absolutely, Luna! I won't fail you this time," he promised, and I hung up the phone. Hopefully, he does as he says. I went straight into the bathroom and immersed myself in cold water. I needed cold water whenever I found myself extremely angry, but whenever I had peace of mind, I wouldn't be able to stand cold water, but would instead bless my clear skin with warmth. "You have decided to never leave me, Sunshine. You haunt me, so I will haunt you for the rest of your life. I hope you're ready for me because you haven't seen shit yet. I will end you before you know what's coming for you. You will never be a threat to that crown. No one will. Not even my brother. By the time I'm

I had to make sure that she was given the right mix of chemicals so that Avery would never regain her memory. I was determined to get it just right. So, I set out to take several mixtures of the conditions I had acquired. Firsantipsychoticend of a sedative and an anti-psychotic. This combination was designed to keep Avery calm, while also hindering her ability to think clearly. She would not be able to remember any details whatsoever. I was careful to ensure that my proportions were exact. Next, I combined a hallucinogen with a stimulant. This one was tricky because I had to get the dosage exactly right.

Becoming Luna in Eloise's place was the best way I could hit her hard. I made my way to room 108, dressed in a cleaner's attire. I was at the most expensive hotel in our Kingdom, where the Lycan King had come to spend the night. It was Seraphine who made the discovery, and she also helped me pass the tough security system guarding this place. She was an amazing hacker.

(Hailey’s POV) The light in the room flickered, a low hum coming from the small backup generator somewhere within the building. I wheeled myself into the cellar, glancing at the several stack of files in the room. An awful thought danced through my mind. ‘a single torch and this entire room would be set ablaze.’ A smile crept through my lips, I have always loved chaos.

It frustrated me that he thought me so little of me that he was convinced I was unable to make my way to the dinning hall. I stepped forward, Vycer's hands locked into mine. I hated that feeling. The feeling of interlaced fingers. Every part of my body wanted to rip my hand from his yet, I also found the warmth of his palms soothing, settling. So much different from the icy embrace that he sported just a day earlier. It very much reminded me of Jace. How he, and his people, always felt warm. It didn't matter what group of Wild Ones I encountered on my travels because they all emitted the same warmth. As if they could channel the heat of the sun into their hands. I had never met anyone who co

"No buts. He's my mate and that's fate. End of story." "So- you're the Luna of Blood Moon Pack?!" At the moment, the world stood still. I'm.. the Luna? I had forgotten. I had forgotten I was supposed to be the Luna. A Luna. I threw a shattered glass at him and it scratched his face. "Hey! Anna! What the hell. This face costs a fortune you know!" "Like anyone is gonna see it." "Tsk tsk." He got up and looked through the windows. "Beautiful view you have. "

"Can I get an iced latte?" I looked up and everything in my chest rearranged itself. Tristan Hale. Backward cap, team hoodie, that easy, unbothered posture of someone who'd never once had to try at anything in his life — except, maybe, at looking like he wasn't trying. His eyes found mine, and I forgot, briefly and completely, how breathing worked. "You okay?" He tilted his head, half a smile forming. "Y-yeah! Iced latte. Coming right up."

Well, technically, we had started the whole thing in my own cabin, but we had somehow arrived in his cabin by the end of it, I thought to myself, and a small chuckle escaped my lips as I remembered the frantic, chaotic movement through the hallways. "How we didn't wake up half the pack is a miracle," I murmured to myself, smiling widely at the memory. I reached out to grab a small glass cup from the tray on the table. I picked up a dark bottle, uncorked it with my teeth, and filled the cup with a generous shot of raw rum. "Exactly what I need to clear the frost," I said softly, taking a slow sip.

With a burst of controlled energy, I launched forward, my glove cutting through the air as it homed in on its target. David’s eyes widened in surprise, his smirk faltering as the reality of his own mistake hit him like a punch. My glove connected with his side, the impact sending a satisfying jolt through my arm. His breath caught, the wind knocked out of him, and for a fleeting moment, his veneer of arrogance shattered.

Marcus turned around, pointing up at the glowing screens, his voice booming out like thunder. "Tell me, Your Honors!" Marcus yelled. "How can we believe a woman who could fuck her Beta while she was still married under the sacred Oath of One Wife?! This is a taboo in our land! A punishable offense under pack law! She is the Luna and she knows it! But she can't stop it. You know why? Because she's mentally ill and this man here is manipulating her!" I sat frozen in my seat, my skin burning hot, my chest gasping for air that wouldn't come.