Novel & Cerita The Perfect Luna Read Online Free

I could never compare to her beauty. She called me "Luna" as she smiled at me, her teeth shining flawlessly. "My parents were so proud that you chose me, and I am honestly so honored." I grinned, "You can call me May." I was surprised by how kind she seemed since I thought that if I had such flawless skin, I would surely be an even bigger bitch than I already was. Even more beaming, Shawna said, "May. Sure, I'll comply." Javier said, his strong Mexican accent saying, "Luna, I hope you feel safe with us." Javier was a tall man with broad shoulders, and the back of his head was covered in a tiny ponytail with his dark hair.

His confidence and response were enough for Luna to hold onto hope and keep trying, believing that one day she would become the perfect woman, a beloved mother, and a cherished wife. "I'm willing to bet anything I have, to trade anything I own, just to fulfill every desire you have," Lucas said, causing Luna to cup his face in her hands. Lucas leaned in, their lips connecting in a soft, unrushed kiss. It was as if time belonged to just the two of them. Luna's lips parted, and Lucas sealed their kiss, his tongue exploring her mouth, igniting their passion. Luna's body reacted naturally, responding to the kiss without hesitation. She shifted her position, pushing against Lucas's shoulders, and

" Luna '' a knock came on the door and we both stared at the doorway. It was Lydia judging from the voice and the scent I knew it was her. The door was locked inside! My eyes flickered to Ezra's who was staring at me with hunger and desires showing in his blue eyes. I knew he wanted to claim me and that was the scary part. I couldn't bare the claim of another man when my fated mate was alive. Ezra's face turned cold and deadly as he glare back at the door again." Luna, I'm here to bring you your medicine" she said and Ezra angrily pulled his pants to cover his huge swallow dick. I signed but not in relief because I knew it wasn't the end." Get ready we are living for the full moon ball in th

I cannot think of a more suitable luna than you. Love, Brandon

The scent of warm flesh filled the air as it melted off her teeth. Another werewolf was watching her hunt from hiding, seeing the rogue kill the wolves so brutally. He was hiding behind a tree and was quite impressed by her. He bent his ears and lowered his tail. He had never seen a she-wolf in his entire life who was so fiery while fighting. He had decided to make her his Luna in his heart. Her wolf form is fierce and brave, a ferocious wolf who could be an Alpha someday. She has also lost her innocence and the desire for revenge, but there are still things she needs to learn about herself.

I clutched my chest as power and pain rushed through me as my knees gave way and I plummeted to the ground. I saw myself standing on a wide, moonlit plain. The stars overhead were more brilliant than I had ever seen, and the air was clear. A figure with silver hair that flowed like liquid light appeared in the distance. "Melissa," she said quietly in a quiet yet deep voice. "Who are you?" I shook as I asked. With her bright eyes staring right into mine, she answered, "I am the Silver Luna." And you are my descendent, kid. You are my destiny, my strength, and my blood.

Luna’s body trembled as his fingers played with her. “Ah…” Luna moaned, closing her eyes as pleasure washed over her. “See? You like it. I know you do,” he whispered hoarsely against her lips. Luna shook her head, looking at him with pleading eyes, but she no longer had the strength to resist. He removed his underwear. Luna squeezed her eyes shut as he revealed himself. Yes, she saw his manhood, standing tall and thick—it made her shudder with fear. He pinned her down, kissing her fiercely and whispering, “Close your eyes. But after this, I’ll make you open them wide—and even make you scream.”

Hope was the only thing that remained solid—a small, glowing coal of emerald-crimson fire in Leo’s arms, her presence the only thing preventing the First Luna’s soul from digesting us entirely. "The First Luna is not a person, Darlene!" the Oracle shouted, her silver-scarred eyes glowing with a reflected, ancient light. "She is the Algorithm of Perfection! If you try to fight her with fire, she will only translate it into a more efficient cage!". "Then I won't fight her with fire," I whispered.

Then they locked it again. I stared at the food. My hands shook so badly I almost dropped the cup. I drank the water first, slow, careful. Then tore the bread into small pieces. Chewed mechanically. Luna. The word kept echoing in my head. In my book, the Luna was the rare female who could bond with an alpha, stabilize his pack, produce heirs strong enough to survive the feral curse that plagued their kind. She was the key to ending the wars. The last hope. I’d written her as powerful. Beautiful. Destined.

Luna's face transformed with such pure joy that my heart ached. "She made a noise. Did you hear? She's so perfect." Luna looked up at me, tears streaming down her face. "Mama, she's so perfect and tiny, and I love her already." I took a picture with my phone, capturing Luna holding newborn Alice, both their faces showing the vulnerability of new life and fierce love. A moment of pure hope in the middle of preparing for war. That night, Luna finished the blanket. She worked until dawn, stitching protection wards with shaking fingers, whispering prayers to the Moon Goddess over each symbol. When she finally collapsed from exhaustion, the blanket glowed faintly with magic.