Luna lines

Luna lines

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Growing up in a community where she was abandoned by her estranged parents, she struggles to find her place in the land where nobody provides her with the acceptance which she desperately seeks. Her life suddenly becomes very captivating to many, after she stumbles on an inkwell in an antique store. The infamy of the inkwell repeatedly brings her a life of everyday “life and death” decision. As this book dives into the intricacies of the intersection between the old and new life of Emma, you have earned yourself a front row seat to her adventurous life by being in possession of this book.

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CHAPTER ONE: Finding the inkwell

“Leave me alone Josh!” I say in an alarmed tone as I'm pushed against the wall. My face contorts in pain as my elbows collide with the wall. “Shut the fuck up! We both know you want me, enough with all this sly acting.” Josh says with a sneer on his lips as he leans closer to me. The pungent smell of alcohol emanating from him is enough to make me puke if I wasn't already disgusted by him. Life in Willowbrook Town is slowly becoming unbearable for me. The people's cruel nature was slowly getting to me. Their wicked words and derogatory statements cut through the pieces of my fragile heart. What's worse is that, I'm in no way to be blamed for my predicament. I was abandoned by my parents and family just a few months after I was born. The townspeople gave me away to the orphanage where I was brought up. The townspeople got it into their heads that because I grew up without my family, I don't deserve any respect or love. Almost as if it was my fault that I was abandoned. It got bet

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P_express
This is thrilling and very exciting. I can’t wait for more
2024-10-26 21:51:50
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Harmony N
an inkwell of fortune 🥹...️ I love this one
2024-10-26 21:31:49
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Bunmi
I really hope Emma would be accepted in the community and utilize the inkwell...️…Great storyline Author...
2024-10-26 19:52:54
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Bunmi
Interesting storyline ...️…I hope Josh get his way with Emma…
2024-10-26 19:44:50
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Faith smith
I am looking forward to Emma’s jounrey...️
2024-10-26 19:36:57
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Toyosi
Love it! Can’t wait to see how Emma’s turns out
2024-10-26 19:25:59
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Tory June
Okay.. I love this. Can't wait to see how Emma's journey turns out
2024-10-05 19:49:25
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L.CHEE
This is a very nice read Author writing about a writer too I hope she finds what she wants I'm interested in this book more of this author
2024-10-05 19:16:41
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Harmony N
How one's footsteps could lead them to discover something mystery 🥹...️
2024-10-05 17:47:11
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dorischinwendu3209
Good book I hope Emma creates the good life she deserves
2024-09-29 06:44:25
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43 Chapters

CHAPTER ONE: Finding the inkwell

“Leave me alone Josh!” I say in an alarmed tone as I'm pushed against the wall. My face contorts in pain as my elbows collide with the wall. “Shut the fuck up! We both know you want me, enough with all this sly acting.” Josh says with a sneer on his lips as he leans closer to me. The pungent smell of alcohol emanating from him is enough to make me puke if I wasn't already disgusted by him. Life in Willowbrook Town is slowly becoming unbearable for me. The people's cruel nature was slowly getting to me. Their wicked words and derogatory statements cut through the pieces of my fragile heart. What's worse is that, I'm in no way to be blamed for my predicament. I was abandoned by my parents and family just a few months after I was born. The townspeople gave me away to the orphanage where I was brought up. The townspeople got it into their heads that because I grew up without my family, I don't deserve any respect or love. Almost as if it was my fault that I was abandoned. It got bet
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CHAPTER TWO: Writing into Existence

Thank you very much.” I say with a wide smile on my face as the shopkeeper packs up the inkwell. I've always been attracted to antiques — things dating as far back as my birth. There's just something so rich and beautiful about the history of these items that I can't help but take them for myself. All my novels are usually historical fiction. My characters' love for each other transcending through time. I step out of the antiques shop, and I can't help but wonder why I haven't taken note of this shop before. I'm not too shocked though, considering the fact that I rarely leave my house. I'm always holed up inside my house. I breathe easier when I get closer to my house and realize that Josh is no longer anywhere close by. I don't waste any more time outside though, for fear that an evil bigger than Josh will jump out of the shadows and attack me. I lock the door behind me, rushing towards my writing desk where I carefully place the inkwell on top. I stare at it for a few minutes,
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CHAPTER THREE

The first thing I notice when I open my eyes are the bright lights, and the second thing I notice is the strange figure sitting on the chair beside my bed. “You are still here?!” I murmur in shock as I recognise the person sitting on the chair as Lucien Blackwell.“Where else would I be?” Lucien asks with a smirk on his lips, and if I didn't know better, I would say he's laughing at my predicament. “I don't know! Stuck in my imagination or something! How are you real?!” I ask in a frustrated and completely baffled tone as I stare at him the way one would stare at a lab rat. Lucien continues to watch me calmly as if he's already accepted this impossible reality. “The Inkwell.” He says simply, nodding to the object sitting on the desk, its surface gleaming in the light. I blink, still half-convinced that this is some bizarre dream. “The inkwell?” I echo, my voice wavering between disbelief and fear.Lucien nods again, his expression softening just a fraction. “Yes. The inkwell you f
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CHAPTER FOUR: The True Power Of The Inkwell

As I open my eyes once more, a sense of déjà vu overwhelms me. I’ve been in this position before—the disorientation, the dim light filtering through the blinds, the lingering scent of something metallic in the air. But this time, it’s different. The force that led to my losing consciousness feels like a distant memory, and all I can focus on is the sharp, cold clarity that now grips my mind.“How are you feeling?” Lucien’s voice cuts through the haze, a steady anchor in the storm of my thoughts. His tone is calm, but there’s an undercurrent of tension that makes me uneasy.“I—I don’t know,” I stammer, my voice small, fragile. It’s the first time I’ve felt truly unsure of my well-being since this whole ordeal started.Lucien moves closer, his presence comforting in the way a storm is both terrifying and awe-inspiring. His hands rest on my shoulders, the warmth of his touch grounding me as he gently pulls me into a sitting position. He hands me a glass of water, poured from the pitcher
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CHAPTER FIVE: Cleared Doubts

“What the hell is that?!” I ask in an alarmed tone as I take a shaky step backwards out of fear. Lucien doesn't respond as his eyes peruse the symbol on my door. His expression is unreadable as he crouches low, his fingers tracing the carvings on the door. The marks seem to come alive beneath his finger, as I'd they have a will of their own. My stomach churns with a mixture of fear and nausea, the awful scent from the expired paint growing stronger until I can practically taste it at the back of my throat. “What does it mean?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper, the words tumbling out of my mouth before I can stop them. “There are tracking sigils.” Lucien responds in a clipped tone. “Ancient magic used to find objects of power. They've marked the inkwell and by extension, you.” “Who marked it?” I ask in a worried tone as my eyes flit back to the symbols on my door. “I have no idea. It could be the Obsidian Order, or it could be the inkwell creating a connection with you, I'm
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CHAPTER SIX

I could see the silhouette of Lucien on the chair in my room. He was convinced my life was in danger, I was too. Earlier, after the strange sounds I heard on my front door he had refused to leave my side. He said they were watching, watching me, watching us.The thought of being watched sent unpleasant chills down my back, it made me feel anxious. I pulled the duvet above my shoulder to cover my face, like that was going to block their gaze from me but it wasn’t me they were after, they were after the ink well.If it was the ink well they were after and not me I had suggested to Lucien that I should just let them have it but he did not agree to my idea. He said something so powerful should not be left in the hands of evil, he had already told me what they intended to do with it. I couldn’t let that happen but I was too scared, how could I possibly fight against them.How did I get myself entangled in such a mess. Why did I go into the strange looking shop, why did I buy the
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CHAPTER 7

Lucian stretched his arm across the table to grab the mug , I watched his muscles flex. His arms looked so strong, I couldn’t help but wonder how strong his grasp would be around me. Curses Emma, where did your principles go? I forced myself to focus on break fast. I grabbed my mug and took a sip of the coffee“I don’t drink coffee” Lucian said with a blink face.“What, what do you want then?” I asked annoyed.“Tea” he said leaning into the chair making it to stand on only two legs.I don’t know why I didn’t refuse making him tea, I grabbed the cup of steaming hot tea and walked to the table. I placed it gently on the table to prevent it from spilling over, I then reached out for the mug, it was empty, why was it empty?“Where, where is the coffee?” I asked confused “why is the mug empty?”“I drank it” he answered shrugging his shoulder while chewing his toast.“I thought you don’t drink coffee “ I was already getting irritated.“Well while you were in the kitchen I changed my mind”
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CHAPTER EIGHT

I was boiling with rage. I have had it with this place and their barbaric actions and non acceptance. I slammed the door of my house shut and limped to my writing desk, I was going to give them a taste of what they deserve.Without hesitation I drew out the pen from the Inkwell and started writing.I wrote little things like Mrs. Rose the flower shop owner for all her flowers to die, for John the baker all his pastries to burn, Juliet the moodiest for all her laces and organza’s to be stolen… I was pouring out all my pent out anger and frustration on the little piece of paper on my desk. I was starting to write things a little too wicked and it was unlike me, this wasn’t who I was, the disappearance of Lucien has taken a greater tow on me than I realized. I laid my head on my table and sobbed silently.I haven’t known Lucian long enough to feel this much pain but I guess a lonely girl could easily get attached to anyone who seemed available.I was really hoping that this past couple o
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CHAPTER 9: LUCIAN'S POV

After the weird looking doctor had left, Emma decided to take a nap. It was my fault that she sprained her ankle, but I have to admit it was fun watching her struggle in the dark although I did not expect it to turn out this way.I watched her sleep for a while. Her breathing was slow, steady and quiet. She looked so relaxed, like there was nothing to worry about.She turned as she slept and her relaxed face began to look trouble as she mumbled something. She was having a night mare. I crouched beside her on the chair and I put my right hand above her head and I chanted a dream seal on her.It wasn’t long before her face returned to it’s resting, worry less expression.I looked at her, she was beautiful. Everything about her was effortlessly perfect. Was it her hair? Nothing out of place even as she slept. Was it her voice? I’ve heard nothing more pleasant. Her eyes? A man could drown in them. Her lips, full and the perfect shape. Her body was perfect. She smelled so good, her scent
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CHAPTER 10

I blinked repeatedly before I finally opened my eyes. My head hurt real bad, it felt like there was a match pass going on in there. My entire body was aching and for a short moment I could not remember where I was. I don’t know how long I have been unconscious but I felt very weak.I started to remember everything that had happened before I passed out. The memory was still frightening but Lucian came and he saved me. Lucian, was he really there with me, was that just one of my dreams?I sat up on my bed in search of him. Just then he walked up to me.“You are finally awake. How are you doing, does your body hurt?”He asked in a hurry I could barely catch what he was saying.“Lucian”I tried saying but my throat was dry and it hurt in my attempt to speak and my voice cracked.“Hold on”He said then retreated to my bed side table and came back holding a glass of water. That wasn’t there before, he must have put it there in anticipation of me gaining consciousness. He handed the cup to
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