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He nodded and slipped out, closing the door with more care than usual, as if he understood that the room needed quiet more than it needed him. I opened the folder again once he was gone. There was a photograph clipped to the corner, grainy, pulled from some old employment record. A younger Maria, hair pulled back, eyes tired but steady, staring at whoever held the camera like she dared them to look away first. I knew that face. Not from the hallway outside my suite, not from the executive floor. From somewhere further back, somewhere I couldn’t quite reach, the way a song lyric sits on the tip of your tongue and refuses to surface.

"If the Lardners hadn't already moved away, I'd totally go for Rosalie. Pretty face, bubbly personality… Anyone who ends up with her would never have a dull moment." "Wait, where is she now? Did she leave with her parents?" Someone turned to Brandon beside them. "Hey, Brandon. Do you know where the Lardners went?" Brandon stayed silent, taking a slow drag from his cigarette. A glass of strong whiskey sat before him. He flicked the ash, picked up the glass, and downed it in one go. The others started murmuring. "He was the last decent one in our group, and now, he's just drowning in booze and cigarettes like some lovesick wreck."

I love him so much. While I walked to my dorm, I received a message on my phone, it was from an unknown number. ~Tick… Tock… Tick… Tock… Your secrets would soon be exposed Luna~ Shivers ran through my spine as I read the content of the text.

My body is cold and clammy at the prospect of being caught red-handed and it takes me a moment to notice the calm, considered expression on Blake’s face as he considers me. “It’s okay,” he says casually, “let’s let him in, shall we?” There is a strange look about him which suddenly unsettles me. Why isn’t he horrified at the prospect of being found screwing one of the hotel’s guests? He isn’t even rushing to dress and stands there shirtless with his trousers still hanging undone around his hips. “What? No!” I hiss at him, darting from the bed to try and put myself between him and the door. He smiles at me, knowing he will easily get there first, and unlocks the mechanism before I can even re

One this was sure, this is our happily ever after, something I never thought I had, I found everything I could have asked for when I expected it the least. This is us! THE END Dear Readers, The Unloved Luna Queen comes to an end here, this story has been very close to my heart, and your love and support in this journey were what kept me going. I want to thank all of you for all the love you have showered on me, this has been a very beautiful journey, and I am really sad that it has come to an end today. I love you all!

, Another piece of the night that broke me? Maybe he and Elle really do want this marriage. Perhaps I’m nothing more than a spark-filled fling. Collateral damage. Who else could she have been meeting? “Luna Elle? You are unwell?” Staggering with the horror of finding my trust in Ayr shaking and brittle, my hand rises to my forehead, trying to focus on the dark, grassy mud below. “Of course I am!” I try to keep my focus. Cold and aloof. I am Elle.

"I don't want anything from that room. Nothing." "Are you sure? Your belongings..." "Burn them. I don't care." I take the key card she slides across the counter. Our fingers brush, and I see pity flash across her face. I hate it. I hate that my humiliation is obvious, and that strangers can see the pathetic woman who got cheated on during her anniversary vacation. So sad! "Is there anything else we can do for you tonight?" "Make sure Bryan Hale doesn't know my room number." Her eyes widened slightly. She knows who he is then. Probably helped check us in, probably thought we were the perfect couple with our perfect suite and our perfect expensive romance package.

Yes," I said. The sun is up and I am already feeling off because of my Blackout. Earlier they only occurred in my dreams but this is the first time it happened when I was wide awake. That's just too bizarre for me to process. I walked in and the lights were lit, the kitchen was open and the lady was there at the reception. How did everything happen so fast? My head is aching so badly. I went to order a coffee. I was standing by the counter and looking around; I saw Courtney was very near to David's face talking to him as if she was telling him a secret; he was nodding along and looking at Courtney with a stern face.

he declared cupping my face with one hand. He tilted my head slightly upward and kissed me on the lips. I wanted to feel scared or disgusted, but his earlier words left my mind in such disarray that I couldn't decide how I should feel. Was this man truly so unloved that he had to buy someone to pretend to be his lover?

What kind of heartless monsters would do such a thing to their fellow human being? Lover felt guilty and ashamed of himself at that very moment, he may not have taken part in the underground duties but he was aware of what goes on down there. They called it, The Sports. Eric felt his eyes sting. "What kind of city is this?" "Why did you both come here?" Lover asked the one question nagging in his mind since the beginning.