All Chapters of Emerald Eyed Luna: Grant's Revenge: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

“I’m not really too worried. You know my skeletons, so it is what it is. I just need to know if I have a kid out there.” Damian was very irritated at the thought of not knowing. “I do, but I don’t exactly want to do this. That is what every mate dreams of, going down memory lane with his ex.” I said sarcastically as I stood up. “Don’t get up. Just ask a warrior to bring her to us. I rather you not walk about the palace trying to find her.” Damian came over and urged me to sit back down. “I’m not a glass doll.” Muttering under my breath, but he still heard me. However, I did as he wished and sat back down and relaxed into my chair. My ribs still hurt when I moved, so I did feel better. “Please locate Cynthia and have you brought to my office immediately.” I mind-linked the guards around the palace. No one actually verbally responded, but they got the message and I felt their acknowledgement though the link. “Send the message?” Damian asked as he pulled a chair to sit behind my

It was time for the ball and I had just finished peeling each damn protective piece off the tape. Sticking the damn pieces of fabric to my breast. Kelly had done my hair, so it was slicked back but still down with a loose curl. I had one diamond hair pin that was holding my hair back with half the can of hair spray. She did my eyes in a light, smokey eye style. I barely recognized myself as I looked at the final product. “You ready?” Damian called out. “Almost!” I yelled back. “Were are here!” I heard Brittany sing out loud. “Is she done yet?” “She hasn’t come out yet.” Damian grumbled. “Sarah! Get your perfect ass out here now!” Brittany demanded. “Fine!” I yelled. My nerves were filling my stomach with butterflies. I was worried about Damian’s reaction. I wanted him to like it, not that I would ever change because I loved it. Grabbing the skirt and opening the door, I made my way to the living room. My body froze as I stood in front of them for the first time, in my dress

I watched as my parents walk up to Von and the girl. The smiles on their faces said they were happy, but their body language told a different story. After they shook hands, they talked for a few minutes. Dad kept his hand on mom’s lower back, but it looked more like he was trying to calm her down than anything. “Silas has to die in order for Von to take over… right?” Damian asked me quietly. “Um… I’m not really sure. I believe so.” We watched as more people came over and started speaking with them. “Why do you ask?” “He is just still pretty immature. With everything going on, I rather not have to work with him.” Damian muttered. My mother’s back straighten more, as I noticed her posture change. She wasn’t happy. Dad had removed his hand from her back and has placed both hands on his hips. Uh oh, not good. “Come on, we need to ge-” I started before my mother’s eyes started glowing green. Shit! Silas had instantly come over and stepped between Von and mom. He shot Von a glare be

“Shit!” Cynthia whispered as she pulled me to the floor. Should have known there was a security system. “Oh bummer…” I obviously faked concern. “What does Damian even see if you?” Cynthia said through clinched teeth. “Not much to look at and you have a mouth that gets you into trouble.” “Not sure what to tell you.” I smirked as the front door opened. “WHO’S IN HERE?” A voice boomed. The smell was human and as I peaked out from behind the clothes, he wasn’t going to chase us very far. Apparently, Cynthia made the same observation. As the police officer walked in, we made our way to the front. Sprinting quickly, we ran out the front door. “HEY! GET BACK HERE!” He bellowed. His breathing was already heavy as he exited the door. We were already in the woods and in a full sprint by the time he even hit the grass. “Burg… (deep breath) i-in progress… (deep breath) send-send help…” is all we heard. We were far enough that his voice became a whisper to us, but we kept running in case a d

Staying on my hands and knees, I slowly waved my arm out as I scooted forward. That stupid chair should be here, somewhere. Finally, my fingers grazed passed the cold metal as the boat shifted to the left. My stomach did a little twist that raised all the hairs on my body. I better not get sea sick in here! Picturing what the chair looked like, it would be easy to just melt the metal into one solid rod that I could sculpt. It was hard doing this in the dark but I was able to heat the metal up enough that the chair was now bent in a little cube. It was slow work for sure but using on hand, I was able to squeeze it together and pull out until it was shaped like a spear. While the metal was still hot, I extended my fingernail and started putting in grooves in a spiral down the rod so it looked like one giant drill bit. Unfortunately, I had to wait for it to cool before I could see if it was even going to work. With my other hand on the wall, I moved it around until I felt the crack of