Twisted Moon Studio Novels & Stories

Puljia Mooana- Red Moon (Eclipse) Phoweŕista- Kapangyarihan Eļłįeřnœ- Underworld(World of bad spirits Deoxusie- World of Spiritual Animals Pjé§ bø Əŕę ďéqųirįłæ- Just please tell me something if you need help.

The thought of her filled him up through the night and he wanted to get it sorted out. Eric had established different companies in Arkansas and was also a board member in many different companies. His new project was going to be the talk of the town as he had dreamt it would be, two twin 20-storey buildings linked together by a small bridge with all social amenities inside. Fascinating, he thought to himself as he carefully shaved his beard in the shower. "I need to look good today," he thought out loud, " I must make a good first impression, who knows today will be a winning day for me with Sandra". He hurriedly showered and made himself a cup of coffee.

It would take a long for another full moon. “Goddess of the moon,” Pyrion said and everyone repeated it in unison. “Zenith, a descendant of Nitro Alpha of Sapphire Moon Pack, who we give the power to become our pack.” They repeated it three times, louder and louder until they seemed to shout. The coldness of air enveloped my body, a strong wind blew my hair. Their voice was found in my ears. I closed my eyes and saw a lady with the same hair as mine.

_____ 2 hours before the gala Lorenzo Mozetti " The Marios have delivered their share in Mexico. The gang generally have no complain" "Of course, they don't". Smoke puffed out of Lorenzo's lips as his eyes bored into his private club stage, where one of the girls was putting on a show for him. Her movement against the pole was enough to put him in the mood but tonight, he wasn't feeling it. He waved his hand for his right hand man to continue. Carl paused" The shipments will be delayed for a week extra". He warily watched for his boss reaction but the man just tapped his finger on his wine glass bottle

The quiet intimacy of being alone together stretched each moment, making every small movement feel amplified, electric, and impossible to ignore. Zariah leaned in, fingers tracing along the line of Imani’s arm in slow, teasing circles. “It’s just us now,” she murmured, her voice low, deliberate, and playful. “No one watching. No interruptions.” Her lips curved in that mischievous half-smile that always made Imani’s stomach tighten and her chest warm.

I thought in my head confused. "But you are already my mate and we are already mates first, right? I think the Moon Goddess made a terrible mistake mating us with the same Werewolf right? Two sisters can not have two Mates. It's an abomination never heard of in the history of all Werewolves packs and we should not bring the curse of the moon Goddess." I explained quickly under one breath. But nobody was saying anything. Neither Sharon nor Alpha Royce and I were beginning to hate the suspense. "I just pray that he accepts me." I prayed in my heart.

Tristan spoke up. "The goddess of the half moon," Trevor said. They were already away from the curtains, and the statue was already out of sight. Luna pulled back her head and glanced at them. "Half-moon? I thought there was only one moon goddess." Alexa grunted. "You know nothing about Lunar Crest; how are we sure you are not an imposter?" Trevor ignored her. "There are two goddesses of the moon." Adrian chimed. "There are two goddesses of the moon, Altamira and Lunar. Lunar is the head of the moon, and she birthed the Lunar Crest."

"Can you blame me for wanting to look at a pretty girl instead of watching your ugly face make noise?" "I'm handsome as fuck and you know it." His eyes narrow. "What was I just saying?" "Kosmos is working on a new deal with an overland shipping company and we're hoping to use them to cover some of our losses with the dockworkers. Stavros has been making noise about my leadership qualifications, and the Italians are rattling their sabers. What else?"

The sky was now bright with the early rays of the morning and I wondered where we were. "Bring them in," I heard a woman's hard voice order and we were pushed through a door into a bare room. A woman in a black pantsuit stood in the middle of the room standing with her hands crossed over her chest. Her hair was a faded blonde tied into a severe bun and her light blue eyes were as cold as chips of ice as they settled on me. "You must be Edwina Cornwell," she began, "My name is Lucrezia and I have a job for you."

Now, each of them was kneeling, one more submissively than the other. Tired of wasting time, Simon waved his hand. Three bodyguards stepped forward. They grabbed all three of them and dragged them into the abandoned factory. Not long after, their screams echoed from inside. The metallic scent of blood seeped through the tightly shut doors. Even I couldn't help but shiver at this. "Ms. Esmeray, Mr. Stewart would like to meet with you," Simon said. His tone was polite once again as he invited me back into the car.