All Chapters of His Dead Luna: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

He had eyes the color of the ocean, and she looked directly into them. She could see a reflection of her naked self there, which reminded her of her condition, but she quickly dismissed the idea.She screamed, maintaining eye contact with her would-be victim, "If I can't dig into your neck, this will do the work for me, okay?"Darell's nose pricked from her foul breath. The smell made him twitch his nose, and he turned his head away from her.Marcelyn, who became aware of her foul breath.Though she pretended not to feel embarrassed, she felt it again. She wasn't quite done threatening him."Reply to me!"With his hands in front of his nose, Darell sneezed.Darell said calmly, more out of concern about getting her odor stuck in his nostrils than out of fear of her."I'll make good on my word that if you don't back off, this will end in your veins." Marcelyn vowed, her jaws clenching as she said, "I won't warn you the next time."Her face was now only a few inches away from Darell's.

Before Marcelyn could move any further, the other woman spoke, forcing her back down the hilly road just a little bit more. The awkward silence was broken by Kiara, who was uncomfortable with Darell and Marcelyn just staring at each other without saying anything. "She tried to kill me, Darell," Kiara said. Turning to Kiara, Marcelyn's eyes grew wider. “I wasn't trying to kill you, girl, holy Vikings.” In front of her face, she waved her hands. Darell yelled, "So why did she run away from you?" Suddenly, he became aware that Marcelyn was donning a nightgown inside out. She asked rhetorically, "Don't I have the right to clothe myself? Darell grinned as he moved in their direction. They reclined as the light morning breeze briefly ran through his hair. This revealed more of his forehead. His facial features were so attractive. “You don't. You shouldn't take things that belong to other people forcibly. That's being egotistical.” "I'm not bothered.” Marcelyn informed him. She

Marcelyn snarled, disappearing into another room to see what was inside, "Who are you to ask where I'm from?” If someone else had treated Darell badly, they would have suffered severely as a result. Marcelyn, on the other hand, really irritated Darell, but he was unable to treat her the same way he would the others. He spat as he entered the room she had just entered, calling her "such an impudent bitch." Marcelyn had a knife in her hand and was slamming the door behind him. Earlier, while she was in the kitchen, she had stolen it and kept it as a weapon to kill anyone she felt needed to be killed. Even if that person turns out to be the one she is currently infringing on in their home. If she had forgotten, Darell reminded her that he was a werewolf: "You're a crazy bitch, do you know that? You think I couldn't kill you if I wanted to." Marcelyn glared at him and declared fearlessly, "I'm not afraid of you, nor are you going to kill me like you're professing.” Darell chuckled a

"You ought to leave the hair in its current state. Your wacky personality fits it. Imagine having such a hairstyle; no one will even inquire as to whether you are mad or not."She gave him the knife and said, "Then help me shape it." Darell removed the knife from her and set it on the table. After making her sit on the talking stool, he removed a pair of scissors from one of the drawers.Darell cut out the crooked sections of her hair with the scissors as he went. She swiveled her head from left to right to left as she gazed into the mirror to see his face.He said, "stay still."Why must you have such a captivating face? She at least acknowledged his good looks, Darell grinned, which made him happy.Darell's body jerked forward as Marcelyn suddenly grabbed both of his thighs from behind; he quickly regained his balance.Marcelyn fought back a smile, "I'm sure there's more beauty to behold behind that towel."While pulling Marcelyn off the stool and guiding her by the arm toward the

Marcelyn was left in the restroom after Darell said, "Help yourself out." She went outside after him. She asked inquisitively, wondering why he stopped helping with the bath and why his mood had changed so drastically in just a few minutes. "Help yourself out, I said." I detest asking for your assistance, so if I could have solved the problem on my own, do you think I would have come to you? I'm embarrassed by it." "I told you to help yourself, stop following me, and I mean it. " Marcelyn followed Darell as he continued down the hallway. She wasn't sure if the call he had just received or the fact that she had upset him caused his annoyance. She asked in a raised voice that reverberated down the hallway, "Are you mad at me?" Without turning, Darell echoed back, "Yeah!" He grinned, happy that he had been able to make her regret what she had done. As he moved toward the living room, Marcelyn remained in the hallway, watching him. She shouted enough for him to hear her, "What cri