Under A Paper Moon All Time Low Novels & Stories

I couldn’t take my eyes off him. “Oh.” Was all I could think of to say. “We do that often here. They say the rays from the moon are just as potent as the ones from the sun, for some people.” He spoke as he glanced at the moon knowingly. Seeming to come more alive with the moon rays on his beautiful tanned skin. “It’s a beautiful phrase. Moon bathing.” Rolling the term around my tongue. I looked to find Theron had closed the gap between us, now within touching distance. I hadn’t been this close to him before. It felt electrifying.

"ALL FOR MY DEAREST" WATCHING the luminous Luna up in the night sky used to be Alezzandro's pastime when he was looking for something to blame for the troubles coming into his life. The thick clouds around her seemed like protecting their muse from the dagger look that his eyes have been throwing since he leaned on the railing of the balcony outside his penthouse while drinking his favorite red wine.

My voice is low, I scratch my eyes. “You and a few others” It’s an effort to drag my eyes from him to look around, I feel like I haven’t seen him for weeks instead of a few days. He is right though, a few others are hurdled close, both in wolf form and human, sleeping on the grass and on longes like me. I don’t know how I could have fallen asleep that deeply with how loud the music was. “Some like to sleep under the light of the full moon, it can be soothing”

Underwater By Nikki Flores If I could draw a line around myself If I could be invisible, no one could hurt me now And I would never need nobody else But it's too late You're everything I swore I'd never be You're making me want something I was doing fine without Like a wave, you're crashing over me And it's too late... it's too late I'm over my head and there's no way out It's like I'm underwater trying not to drown The harder I fight, the deeper I fall What am I so afraid to risk it all? I wish that I could hear, but I can't remember how And the tide can't save me now

Another deep kiss follows and I don't know how or when I unbuttoned her shirt but it falls to the ground at my feet. The moonlight shining into the tree. Giving enough light and aid to our lustful desires. Song For The Moment; I Like You So Much You'd Know It by Ysabelle Cuevas

she murmured leaning against him again, staring at the full moon that was already up in the sky, reflecting her beauty on the water below her. Lucas looked at the same direction, feeling his mother blessing them from up there. He couldn't be happier. And his life felt complete by just having Selena between his arms and his mother watching over them. It did feel like the moon was giving them her blessing somehow. And that was how they knew everything was going to be fine. And whatever they had to face in the future, they would have each other. And that was more than enough.

It's the song of cigarettes after sex. "Apocalypse,” I said and held her tight. Ooh, oh When you're all alone I'll reach for you When you're feelin' low I'll be there too

into a grey rectangle of censored data. "I can't write over the moon, Mama!" Kaelen cried out, his voice sounding like a thousand glass bells shattering in a vacuum. "The moon is the 'Pen'! I'm just the 'Ink'!" "Then we become the 'Paper'!" a new voice said—a calm, melodic voice that seemed to come from the very air around them.

"And every single person who watched me fall will remember my name differently." The room did not answer, but something inside me did, something small and quiet and completely certain, and for the first time since the Blood Moon ceremony it felt less like an ending and more like the very beginning of something I did not yet have a name for.

He reiterated that Natalie claimed my due date wasn’t until next month, insisting that I was merely putting on a show right now and that they must ensure I waited for his return. Matt answered the call, responding with utmost reverence. With that, the last trace of hesitation vanished from his face. “Luna, you heard him yourself. My hands are tied.” Having said his piece, he shot a meaningful look at Martha. Two maids immediately pinned my shoulders down, forcing my jaw open. Seizing the opportunity, Martha shoved the pills deep into my throat. I gagged violently, trying desperately to throw them up, but the medication still slid down my throat. Tears silently traced paths down my face. Star