Novels by Luna Write

Eric's povI frowned, scratching my left ear as the hulk in human skin came holding our drinks in both hands. He had this huge frown on his face that would have intimidated a lesser man. But I was no green horn when it came to fighting, especially when it was for something I wanted. Earlier, when he had been introducing Light on the stage, I could tell he liked her more than a friend. It wasn't just a joke or a gag everyone knew about, and it made me wonder if they had a thing going on. “What do you mean by a date?” He smashed our drinks on the table, spilling some of the contents on the table with the force by which he slammed the glasses. I glanced at the spilled drink before looking back at him, “Why are you asking? Do you have any personal relationship with her?” I rose up, tipping my head up to look him in the eye as he had an inch or two over me in height. Light stood up too.“Joseph, what are you doing?” She asked through clenched teeth, taking in the faces of the people nea

Eric's povYour lucky hour hadn’t been fully credited on the net because the place was more than packed. The ambience was soft, yet something about it gave it this energy that I could almost taste if I stuck my tongue out in the air. The brown wooden walls, the mixed tone lights, the bar standing proudly in the middle of the room, and the large stage with instruments on. This place was a place for people of all worlds. There was a massive brown brick wall by the right where people were sticking printed pictures taken at the bar. I even spotted some hand written poetry stuck to the wall. I looked up and saw the wall was named ‘Wall of stories’.Fascinated, I walked without thinking of where I was going, my eyes taking in everywhere at once. Luckily, a stool was evacuated close to me so I quickly perched my butt on it before it was taken away by one of the many standing nearby. A bartender whose blond hair was neatly packed in a bun, wearing a black t-shirt that had ‘Winky’ written in p

Eric's povI checked my rolex watch one more time before standing up to stretch my legs. I was the one watching my brother tonight as everyone else had gone home with a promise to return early in the morning. All alone with my thoughts for company, I kept thinking about the lady from this morning. The fact that I kept thinking about her even though I had a girlfriend was enough to make me bothered. This was someone I didn't know evoking feelings that the one I was with didn't evoke. I always thought my lack of butterflies for Diana was because I wasn't the kind of man to have those feelings in the first place. But here was a stranger proving me wrong. Who was this woman with the violet eyes? What was her name?“Nadia.” I heard my brother say softly in his sedative induced sleep as if to answer my question. I walked to stand by his side, wondering if I misheard. “Justin, can you hear me?” I bent close so I could get my ear close to his mouth in case he said anything again, but I got

Eric VanhelsingI got out of the car, setting my face cap firmly on my head before passing through the throng of reporters standing outside the hospital. I did not feel the white light of the flashing cameras as I walked past them. The unending questions that I couldn't answer even if I wanted to annoyed the hell out of me;Is it true that Justin has gone back to taking hard drugs?Is it true he was recently charged for drinking and driving?An old man said he was almost killed by Justin tonight.Is Mr Vanhelsing aware of the accident?Do you have any statement to give on behalf of the family?What about your girlfriend, Diana. Why isn't she with you?Eyewitnesses reports he just left the club after a fight with his girlfriend, how true is that?The last question almost had me pausing, but I stiffled the urge to inquire what they meant, telling myself it was just a bait. As I stepped into the hospital, the uncomfortable feeling of ants running over my body came upon me, casting me bac

Nadia's povThe cool air wrapped its icy hands around my body, despite the fact that I was putting on my favourite, worn out leather jacket. Wrapping my arms around me, I shook like a leaf as I walked to the bench I saw at the bus stop. It was past two in the middle of the night and I was on my way home after quitting my job at the club. I would have taken a taxi home, but my money had been stolen from my purse and I had only my bus card with me. I suspected it was one of the girls who had been giggling the other time, but I couldn't go back to challenge them. With no other choice, I went to the bus stand, believing I should be able to get a bus in New York even if it was late in the night. The city never sleeps and all.I sat on the bench and closed my hands to pray for a miracle. After sitting for close to ten minutes in fear of getting mugged, kidnapped, raped, the thought of walking home seemed realistic, even though it wasn't. A yawn escaped my pink lips as I settled in as best

Nadia's povThe upbeat music playing in the club could do nothing to distract the crowd as they whipped out their phones and recorded the side show. I didn't even care about them or their expensive devices pointed my way, all I cared about was the freak who had felt it was his right to touch me just because I strutted around in heels serving drinks at this godforsaken bar. Pardon my language.The idiot's eyes were as wide as saucers as he looked at me, disbelief on his proud face. I bet he never thought I would react the way I did. It was one thing for me to flirt occasionally with the guests as it helped the tip jar, but I never crossed that line. Because of the experience I went through when my selfish sister decided it was time to drop me out of her life like I was baggage, letting men touch me just for fun was very hard. The three years I spent in that devil organization, disguised as an orphanage, before my godparents came to rescue me were the worst in my entire life. I had don