The Perfect Luna By Marissa Gilbert Novels & Stories

A perfect Luna suggestion. Maybe Amelia really was ready for this after all.

“Do you think Selene will still want the you after what she saw? After knowing you loved me first? After knowing she was just a substitute of me? Didn’t you get her because you couldn’t forget me? Isn’t that obvious? More obvious to her? And you think she would come back again to you? Or will even allow you go closer to her, I can help you explain and calm her down, if only I’ll be the next My chest burned. “You’re not going near her.” She tilted her head, walking a slow circle around me. “You don’t even know if she’s still here. She ran, Ronan. She ran because she realized what I’ve always known—she was temporary. And when someone knows they’re temporary, they don’t fight. They leave.” “I’l

she said pointing at the window that must be Viviana’s room’s window. “Thank you, Luna, my pleasure to meet you. I am here to take something from Jacob’s room, he wanted to give a piece of paper to a teacher” she said, bowing to her. Luna was a short-height, black-haired woman, she had small narrowed eyes. Her daughter Viviana was the exact image of her. She had dark brown eyes. She wondered where Tyler got those glittering blue eyes because none of his parents had eyes like those. “Honey, no need to bow, sometimes we should put aside royalties,” she said smiling and she went inside the home.

She was the perfect Luna—efficient, capable, unwavering. I respected her for it. But I didn’t see her. Now? Now she snaps at me. Glares at me. Tells me I’m wrong to my face. She used to be a perfectly styled Barbie doll—flawless hair, flawless dress, flawless smile. But lately… it’s like her hair is slightly unbrushed. A thread loose on her sleeve. A crack in the porcelain. And I can’t stop looking. I find myself wanting to push her further. Just to see what happens. Will she cry? Will she scream? Will she finally break that perfect mask and show me something real?

Livia awkwardly laughed and remarked, "Russell must have exerted a lot of influence behind the scenes, right?" "This has nothing to do with Russell," a clear and pleasant female voice suddenly rang out. Everyone turned their heads to see Leanna, dressed in a tailored black fitted dress, walking over with an elegant gait. She gracefully approached and said with a refined manner, "Marlene, I am Gerardo Spence's youngest daughter, Leanna. I sincerely wish you a happy birthday." Madam Madox smiled and nodded kindly in response, "Thank you, Leanna. You are so sweet."

Because my jealousy endangered his childhood sweetheart, my Alpha mate, Victor, took our son's advice. He sent me to the pack witch to have my memories erased.​ A long winter later, he woke me with the antidote.​ In the eyes of the pack, I became the perfect Luna.​ I organized the pack's winter stores flawlessly. I cataloged every last berry and pound of meat without breaking a sweat. I could even smile while delivering a blanket to Clara, Victor's precious sweetheart.​

"I'm sorry. I can still talk my father out of this, Louise. Please. Just hear me out, hmm? Listen to me, okay? I love you. It's you that I want to marry. It's you that I want to mark. You are my Luna—" "STOP!" Louise shouted. Tears started falling from her eyes. She knew this would happen the moment she saw those dreamy eyes. Those eyes that used to be her light. She knew. She knew that was why Louise drowned herself in darkness. She tried drowning herself to forget him, but he was stubbornly saving her again. Again. Just like that time. "You found your Luna, Dia," Louise wipes her tears and steps back when Dia tries to reach her. "Stop trying to get me back. Stop trying to make me the bad p

MADDOX I laid there and watched my mate sleep. I dared not move in case I woke her. I'm surprised it took her as long as it did to break down. I had known it was coming, no one could have gone through what she had the last few days and not have cracked. I was beginning to understand why the Moon Goddess had paired me with her. Her undeniable reliance and strength, outshone my own. She would be the perfect Luna for the White Claw pack, and probably far more than what I deserved in a mate.

I hate that it makes my chest ache. I exhale slowly through my nose. The regret is immediate and bitter. “I’m sorry,” I mutter. My voice cracks on the second word. “It’s not your fault. Just… put it down. I know what to do.” “You should not be alone, Luna,” the one with the wine says. “No one should be by themselves at a time like this.” I swallow past the knot in my throat. “I prefer it. Leave. Please.” The Omega with the bowl sets it carefully on the vanity, then she presses a small glass vial into my hand. “From the healer, Luna,” she whispers. “She says it will help with the pain.”

Just as I’m about to say something, argue that I wasn’t that good of a girl, Laura comes back into the room, this time with a line of crew members and cameras behind her. She grins at us once we’re looking back at her, clapping her hands. “Alright guys, who’s ready to film Luna’s choice?!”