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Moonbound - I'm Not A Fickle Luna

Moonbound - I'm Not A Fickle Luna

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[Author's Note] This book is a part of an already existing Book Series by the author, called Antique Lore. It is a spinoff whose content can be read by anyone without prior knowledge of previous books. If you are interested in the previous books though, do let me know. ............ [Synopsis] My life just became a cheesy early two thousands fantasy show where I 'suddenly' discover that I'm some important descendant in a line of badass supernatural creatures. Great! You would think so, but... My life was shit before this and honestly, it hasn't changed. I wish it could be a case of me being this chick that all the handsome, aloof men chase and fawn over but... while that is the case to some degree, I've become a target for... drumroll please... Vampires! Fantastic! Who do I trust in this new side of the world I never knew existed? Alphas come running to me with different motives, promising protection, faithfulness and even.... great sex? Well whatever. I'm not gonna be swayed by the tide so easily. I'm not that fickle. ........ [Sneak Peek] Coming Soon.... ----------- Please vote for this story if you like it and leave all the comments you want. Constructive criticism is appreciated.

Chapter 1 Kinda Sensual

Glendale, California.

In a messy apartment filled with beer bottles and food wraps dating days to weeks old, two figures could be seen, rocking the bed with the intensity of their actions.

The double bed that was covered by a thick, black and white striped blanket could barely handle how these youngsters were 'wrestling', pushing each other down and breathing audibly as they locked their lips.

One was a brown-haired handsome young man with well-defined muscles that peeked from the safety of his sandy toned skin, his frame rapidly going up and down as he took in deep breaths while trying to subdue the girl beneath him at this moment.

He had on him only a pair of tight black jeans that he was preparing to take off as soon he saw the imaginary green light whose timing he had mastered through countless encounters with ladies.

The girl suddenly wrapped her long legs around his waist and twisted them, bringing herself on top while the bed creaked as the young man was fiercely laid down with a smirk on his face.

This girl had rough, shoulder-length black coloured hair that she swung to the side as she sat on top of the young man who didn't resist. Even through the safety of his jeans that housed the rock hard drilling instrument of legends, the young man could feel the warmth of the girl's thighs as she loomed over him in her silver panties.

She rubbed her tender fingers along his chiselled chest as she leaned in and pulled gently at his lips with her own oval-shaped, pink lips. Her bountiful breasts which were yet to be revealed under the teasing cover of her bra jiggled softly with her movements.

The young man closed his eyes as he felt the hands that stroked his body descend down to his abs, then his pants, unclasping the button.

It was here!

His heart throbbed. This wasn't his first rodeo, but he had been hunting this chick for a full two weeks!

She was hard-core and played hard to get. She had the perfect figure, an attitude he wanted to correct with a fifteen-minute dunk and the prettiest face he had seen in a while.

If that wasn't enough to get excited, what was?

He felt the chilly air penetrate his pants as his third leg of salvation was revealed and then...

Nothing.

The girl who had been about to ride him like a bike suddenly slumped on the bed next to him and sighed deeply.

She languidly looked at him with her emerald green eyes and said two words.

"Get out."

...?

"What...?" the young man was baffled by the sudden shift.

"I said, get out, Stewart or whatever the fuck your name is," the girl said as she closed her eyes.

A rush of annoyance, anger and unwillingness bubbled within the young man as he watched this girl nonchalantly tell him to leave just like that.

Just like that?!

Who did this bitch think she is?!

The young man whose name was possibly Stewart, gulped down his thoughts to do something unspeakable and decided to try a healthier approach.

"Hey... come on," he said rising from his position and leaning in for a kiss as his hand moved to slide down the girl's flat belly, over the contours of her faint abs and towards the rim of her panties.

"Let's just ha-"

"I said GET OUT!" the girl said as she suddenly pushed Stewart with her hand!

Shockingly, the young man flew through the air and knocked against the wall on the other side of the room!

BAAM!

Stewart grunted in pain as he slid down the wall, on his face a look of incredulity as he could not understand what had just happened.

His mind churned out theory after theory as it tried to make sense of this sudden occurrence and in the end, his gaze shot towards the girl on the bed who clutched her face with a look of annoyance.

"W..what the fuck man?!" Stewart muttered as his feet scraped against the carpeted floor in an attempt to stand up straight.

When he finally managed to stand up, Stewart rushed to grab his shirt and shoes, his bulging eyes never leaving the girl on the bed.

He reached the door and opened it, backpedalling as before he sprinted out, he left a panic-filled remark.

"Crazy bitch!"

The girl on the bed did not give him any attention whatsoever as she cursed her impulsiveness and sat on the bed.

She pulled a cigarette from the drawer of the table beside the bed which was populated with cigarette butts and lit it up with a lighter located in the same place.

She sucked desperately on the sweet yet bitter taste of tobacco that rushed into her mouth as her thoughts raced.

"What's wrong with me?" she asked herself as she clutched the bridge of her nose and almost broke into tears.

These sudden mood swings and intense bursts of irritation that started a month ago were ruining her life. She couldn't find pleasure in anything anymore, being more irritable than she already was.

This ridiculous strength that she suddenly had which would unceremoniously show itself whenever she was agitated terrified her when it first manifested.

Now it was a norm that stuck with her but she still hated it.

What was all this?

She blew out a gust of smoke from her mouth as a tear ran down her cheek.

In the next moment, she began sobbing. It was all too much for her. If her life had been a bunch of daisies and roses before this, perhaps she would be less pained and reach out to someone for help but...

VRRM! VRRM!

Her smartphone rang from on top of the table.

The caller ID had the name 'Briddy B-word' which when the girl saw it, she was prompted to answer the phone.

She wiped her tears away and collected herself before allowing the call to get through.

"Yeah?" she said.

"Don't yeah me," a feminine voice came from the other side of the phone. "Do you know what time it is, Maeve? If you don't want this job I'll happily find you another but you can't keep skipping out on your shifts like this."

"Huh," the girl whose name was Maeve suddenly checked the time on her phone and her emerald green eyes ballooned up in shock before she scurried up from her position to the closet with a loud and dragged out 'Oh shit!'.

It was 12.24 pm and her shift began at 12!

In the span of five minutes, she brushed her teeth, washed her face, donned her pair of blue jeans and a black shirt, tied her black hair into a ponytail and bolted out the door to her apartment as she headed for work.

As she rushed through the streets, after exiting her apartment building, two men watched her from a distance by their car.

Their eyes lingered on her figure that disappeared behind the corner after her length strides before they finally made their move.

They entered the apartment building and went up to the door of her apartment.

One of them lock picked the door open while the other stood, watching with a hand in his pocket.

"This isn't really dignified, you know? Breaking and entering into a lady's house I mean," the man who had opened the door said as it swung open.

"I'm not beneath it," the other man said as he walked into the untidy apartment.

He exhaled exasperatedly as he saw the mess. He was blasted in the face with the smell of alcohol and smoke that almost overwhelmed his heightened sense of smell.

The other man shook his head slowly as he looked at the man beside him with concern.

"Uhm... Look, Aaron. We can always find another Luna. This is not worth it. She is not worth it," he said.

The other man, whose name was Aaron, smiled lightly.

"My parents always said 'Trust tradition. It's there for a reason.' I believed that and I still do," he said before turning to his friend. "She will be my Luna."

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