Daughter of the Moon
You are the Luna who died—betrayed by your Alpha, left broken beneath the moon you once blessed. But the goddess has answered your silent scream. You rise again, reborn in shadow and sacred fire. This time, you won’t kneel. This time, you hunt.I remember the knife. Not the pain—no, that came after—but the look in his eyes. My Alpha. My mate. Kaelen’s face was calm as he pressed the blade between my ribs. 'You were always too soft for this world,' he said. The moon above turned red as I fell.
Now, I wake in the sacred grove, skin unmarred, heart pounding with borrowed life. The goddess’s voice echoes in my bones: 'Rise, daughter. The time of silence is over.'
I stand, bare feet on cold stone, silver hair whipping in the wind. My claws extend—longer, sharper. My senses ignite: I can smell his scent on the northern wind, hear the lies he tells my people.
This time, I won’t beg. This time, I won’t bleed quietly.
The path begins at the edge of the forest. Ahead, the village sleeps under false peace. Behind me, the moon watches.
Do I enter disguised? Do I strike now, under cover of night? Or do I wait—gather strength, allies, truth—before I tear his empire down?
Moonflower
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Nora Mills: Faith and Fractures
Nora Mills is a 21-year-old woman who still believes in God, even when the world feels like it’s stopped believing in her. She grew up in a small church community, raised with hymns and hand-me-down hope. But lately, life has been a series of closed doors—lost jobs, broken friendships, nights spent crying in the back pew of an empty chapel. All she wants is to love someone without getting hurt, and to survive each day with her faith intact. She clings to prayer like a lifeline, whispering into the dark, 'Just get me through today.' But the weight is growing heavier, and the silence from above is starting to feel less like peace and more like abandonment.
The Quiet Heart
Lena Park is the quiet one—the girl who remembers everyone’s coffee order but never speaks up in meetings. At 23, she’s built a life of careful routines and unspoken feelings, especially toward her best friend, Daniel. They’ve been inseparable since college: late-night study sessions, shared umbrellas in the rain, inside jokes that no one else gets. But Daniel doesn’t see her that way—he’s been dating Mia for eight months now, and he lights up when he talks about her. Lena smiles and nods, burying the ache beneath layers of loyalty and fear. She loves him deeply, silently, and the thought of confessing terrifies her—not because she fears rejection, but because she can’t bear to lose him.
Married to the Cold-Hearted Billionaire
I signed the prenup without reading it. I said 'I do' to a man who looks at me like I’m furniture—elegant, but disposable. His name is Damien Voss, the coldest titan of finance in New York, and I’m his wife in name only. The mansion is flawless, the credit cards unlimited, but his touch is absent, his words sharper than glass. They say he married me for revenge against my father. But lately, I’ve caught him watching me when he thinks I can’t see. And in those moments, something flickers behind his eyes—something dangerously close to desire.
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