Romans & histoires Spider-man Cindy Moon

Claire reached out mid-swing, caught the kid by the back of her shirt without missing a rhythm, and sent her back into the air with a little push. “Careful, monster,” she teased, voice carrying just enough for me to hear. “If you break your teeth, I’m moving to Mexico and changing my name.” The girl screamed-laughed, “Noooo! You can’t leave me, Cindy!” Cindy. A whore. Not girlfriend. Not wife. Not Mancini’s anything, not officially. But his eyes were on her. His hands had been on her. Mancini didn’t stay with women unless they meant something, and she meant plenty.

LUNA Over the next few days, the pain in my belly worsened dramatically. The bond inside me was rotting away, and the mark on my neck faded little by little, draining my strength with it. Even breathing felt heavier now. My personal maid, Lisa , assigned to me by Brian brought herbal drinks to my room every morning and night, forcing me to swallow every bitter drop. She acted concerned about my well-being, but I no longer trusted anyone in this pack. Kira had advised me to keep a low profile until the right moment to strike.

I said, laughing disdainfully, “I will take revenge on you, tear you to pieces!” Rowan grinned, saying mockingly, “I look forward to your return, your majesty!” As soon as his words fell off his mouth, his arm swiftly and accurately pierced my chest, precisely digging out my heart. Blooms of blood appeared on the bed sheet, like some kind of cruel artwork. “Moon Goddess, please give me a chance to be reborn!” I silently pleaded, just before my heart was harvested. At this moment, the dazzling full moon suddenly emitted a blinding white light.

she said simply. Camden scoffed, waving her hand dismissively and rolling her eyes. "That wasn't Clayton," she assured the woman. "Darling, I'm the Moon Goddess... Do you think I wouldn't know?" Selene asked, giving Camden a pointed look as she took a sip of wine from a fine and delicate crystal glass that had suddenly appeared in her hand.

“Hello? Anyone? Surprise?” She waited, but heard no one respond. Cindy walked around the stand alone wall with the company symbol on it. She didn’t understand the drawing. It was more confusing in pressed metal. It looked like an angry monster with tentacles on its face. It was probably something from one of Scott’s old comic books or video games. She was just glad he never asked her to dress up as this creature for one of his old birthday surprises. In metal behind the reception desk, it reminded her of a naked woman bending over and spreading her ass. The tentacles made it look like she really needed to shave.

My mind was spinning from the shock of hearing about my birth mother’s real identity to the point that I fell on my knees. “ You cant be serious , “ I said. “ My mom is … , “ “ Not the woman you were raised by, “ Vixen interrupted. “ Cindy Wingfoot was the beta of the Purple Moon Tribe for decades . But before that, she was Luna’s confidant , “ “ What do you mean by that ? , “

I think my eyes are brown but Cindy thinks otherwise. I don't know what I'd do without Cindy though. Cindy was a captive from a war between my pack and hers that occurred some years back. Her parents were the Beta and Beta Female so she doesn't have omega blood like I do. We became best friends when she came flying into my room, face first. I remember that day like it was yesterday. The war was over and captives were settling into the broken down homes— scratch that, they were getting dumped into the broken down homes, such as mine.