All Chapters of His Dead Luna: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Marcelyn drummed her long, freshly cut fingers impatiently on the dining table, waiting, wondering why Darell had asked her to sit there. She didn't want to upset him again because she felt like she had already stressed him out so much. Her stomach sang the chorus of hunger, making her squirm uncomfortably in the chair. It had been a long time since she had eaten anything. Darell appeared behind her from the kitchen with a large plate of toast in his hands. He gently placed it on the table and told her to wait a little longer. He went to get juice. When she saw him enter the kitchen, she took each toast without caring whether it was good or bad. He tasted it. Within two minutes, the plate was empty. Darell came back with the juice. He wasn't surprised when he saw that he had devoured all the food. He put a glass of juice in the jar and asked her to get some. Marcelyn snatched the jar from him and drank it down. "We wanted to share that," he remarked, rather unnecessarily now, be

The stillness in the streets was ruined by a loud honk. A bus was rapidly approaching Marcelyn from behind. Her skin was bruised as a result of her quick leap out of the way. She stood irate and continued to stare at the bus as it quickly disappeared from view. Marcelyn scoffed, "Darn these modern carriages," and padded up the road in the same direction as the "modern carriage." She appeared particularly hungry and as though she wouldn't have anything to eat that evening. From a distance, Marcelyn noticed a tall building with numerous people entering and exiting it. Additionally, there was a line of cars in front of it that had to flash red lights above them. Stretchers were quickly wheeled into the building from the vehicles. Marcelyn was awestruck by the sight of it even though she quickly realized that it was a place for the sick. It was not like the ones she had been used to seeing in the past. Marcelyn moved in closer, attempting to yank the door open. After witnessing so

Darell showed her by putting his hand down his waist. "Have you by any chance seen a lady with bronze-colored hair, reaching down to get her waist?"To help herself remember, she cocked her head to the side. "Sir, we take care of a lot of people. I can't possibly remember every single person who enters or exits, then. I'll look it up in our register for you, but I need her name. "Darell understood it was useless to try to find Marcelyn at the reception. Her name wouldn't have been entered into their files if she had approached them. She might not have revealed her name even if she had been admitted as a patient."Uh." Darell shrugged and strode away from the table, grinning uncomfortably. Another front desk agent called, "Excuse me," As Darell and her colleague spoke, she overheard it. He made a U-turn and headed back to meet them."I overheard you discussing a lady you're looking for with my colleague. ""Yes," Darell quickly nodded. "Yes, I saw her. Do you realize she was wearing a

Although Hannah had fading memories of her time at home and her room, she could still feel the sense of belonging and attachment to it when she opened the doors. Her toys and playthings were nearly kept away and a few things had been replaced in her room, but she loved them still. Home sweet home.“I’m back baby!” She twittered and bounced on her bed, scaring off the little birds that had perched on the window panes. A rattling knock sounded on her door. “Come in!”A woman in her mid-thirties walked into the room and bowed curtly. Her hair was tied up in a nearby bun and a white apron hung down her neck. It was obvious that she was the cook...or one of the cooks.Hannah smiled so widely at her that her eyes closed into a thin line. Leah couldn't help but smile at her young boss.“MDarell has sent for you. She's waiting at the dining to eat breakfast, ma'am,” Leah announced.“Oh cool! I'll be there shortly”, Hannah winked. Leah gave a light chuckle and turned to leave. “By the way, wh

Hannah jumped dramatically in front of her mother's room with her arms open, singing gayly, "Ta-da!". Her daughter, who had just returned home after spending eighteen years away, caught her attention as the older version of the attractive young woman, who was busy rubbing her face with a cleanser, turned.Amanda said, rising from the stool with a motherly grin. Hannah rushed over to her mother and gave her a loving embrace. Amanda, who was on the verge of tears, stroked her daughter's red hair. To control her sobs, Amanda sniffled and hugged her daughter close."Are you crying, Mom?" She patted her daughter in the warm embrace while grinning and sobbing at the same time.Hannah pulled away from her mother and grabbed her by the hand. She resembled her mother in split-second detail. They have identical round lips, red hair, and sky-blue eyes. Don't mind the freckles, dot. Amanda also had some wrinkles and was a bit chubbier. Hannah was 23 years old and had a model-like figure. Her wo