The Perfect Luna Marissa Gilbert の小説・ストーリー

She has never encountered a woman so utterly devoid of boundaries or basic moral decency—someone who, fully aware that the man in question is occupied with his girlfriend, still insists on throwing herself against the proverbial locked door. Luna slips gracefully into the silk robe Julian hands her, tying the sash tightly at her waist as she follows his tall frame into the brightly lit foyer, her steps utterly silent against the plush carpet. She positions herself deliberately just behind his shoulder, cloaked in the shadows, as he swings the heavy oak door open. Standing in the corridor, looking exceptionally flush and clutching a plush hotel towel to her chest in a meticulously rehearsed d

Marissa’s eyes begin to shine with determination. “But what if nothing works?” she faltered. Her mother rolled her eyes at her dramatics. It was time Marissa put on her big girl pants and got some balls. “Then he’s gay,” MaryAnne Sinclair was blunt as she put an arm around her daughter, comforting her, “never in the history of the world has a man failed to be persuaded by a woman’s looks and her charms. It’s how I got your father and became Luna of our pack.”

The Luna got so annoyed by it. “You’re so funny, Giselle. You only got my position for a year, and now you’re actually thinking that Bailey’s pack’s Luna position is yours? This is not for you. Marcus isn’t for you, too. Marcus loves me! He wants me to be his Luna, not you. Wake up, Giselle. The longer you dream, the harder you would fall at the reality.” “This is not for you, either,” The Luna stared into the void. She sounded strangely calm.

"Tell me something," Luna continued in a voice low and dangerous. "Does my sister pay you well for being her little spies? Or are you all just so desperate for scraps of attention that you'll debase yourselves for free?" Marissa's face flushed. "How dare you..." "How dare I?" Luna's laugh was a shard of glass. "No, sweetheart. How dare you!” She took a step forward and despite her weakened state, her dominance was a physical force, radiating from her like heat.

His father tried to reason. As they spoke, his mother walked into his office. His mother, the luna of the pack, Caua Wolf was a woman in her early fourties. She was only a little over five foot which made her very short compared to her husband and son. She had long brown hair and brown eyes that shone whenever she spoke. She also had very soft features. She was a caring mother and a kind luna. All the people of the pack love her for her good heart, and Rodriguez loved his mom more than anyone else.

A man who saw everything Ronan and Marissa couldn’t. “I am his Luna,” I whispered to my reflection, lifting my chin, forcing my shoulders back. “And I won’t let anyone steal that from me.” “Hell yeah, you won’t,” Cherry purred inside me. “Look at you, babe. Backless dress, skin like melted caramel, curves to make saints sin. Ronan is gonna choke on his regret the second he lays eyes on you. And Alex? Ha. That man’s going to need divine intervention to keep his hands off you tonight.”

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?!”

“I told you… if you want to see your friend alive, you’ll do as you’re told. I swear, once this is done, you’ll see her. But if you run now… they’ll tear her apart.” “Fine,” I hissed. “Just finish whatever the hell this is.” Gabriel released my wrist slowly like he could feel my fury vibrating through me. Then he nodded once at the robed man. The man smiled thinly and raised his hands, his deep voice booming, “By the blood bond, the mark, and the witness of the Moon Goddess, we now call forth the Luna to take her rightful place. Step forward, young lady.” My legs refused to move at first. Gabriel placed his hand on my lower back, gently pushing me forward. I stumbled but caught myself, glari