All Chapters of Fake Vow, True Luna: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

OliviaThe night was cool. A slight breeze rustled the trees overhead and an owl hooted somewhere far away, but other than that, it was dead silent.Shadows played tricks on the eyes as the moonlight filtered through the dense forest canopy. My heart raced with every passing moment, waiting for any sign of Alvin.We sat hidden in the underbrush outside Alvin's home, watching the front door like hawks. The small wooden house seemed eerie in the low light, its windows darkened and silent. I thought I saw his shadow pass by the window a few times, but he showed no signs of leaving.Maybe we had put too much stock in assuming that he would continue coming out for his nightly escapades in the forest after we caught him the last time.“He'll come out soon,” Nathan whispered, his breath misty in the cold night air.I nodded in agreement, clutching my coat tighter around me. Angela, perched next to me, kept glancing towards the forest as if she could sense Alvin's movements. Levi was staring

OliviaThe distant chirping of crickets seemed to magnify in the silence following Angela's suggestion. A light breeze rustled the leaves, as if whispering secrets of its own. We were all taken aback by her sudden proposition.“You can't be serious,” Nathan said, disbelief clear in his eyes. “You really want to lure my dad and Jen away like that? Aren’t you worried about the potential risks?Angela simply shrugged. “I’m willing to face the consequences if I get caught,” she explained. “I’ll just play it off like I was drunk and acting stupid or something. It’s not like your dad has any reasons for suspicion when it comes to me. He doesn’t know how close I am with Olivia.”“It’s not a bad idea,” I ventured, trying to see Angela’s perspective despite how nervous the thought of it made me. “If they’re busy chasing after a supposed ‘monster’, then maybe they won’t notice us sneaking around.”“I don’t know…” Nathan scratched his head. He looked skeptical, and for good reason.But Angela, s

OliviaThe night air whistled past the car as we sped down the road, a harmonious blend of dread and relief knotting my stomach.My fingers tightened around the little wooden box, the secret within serving as a physical reminder of the danger we were in. It was smaller than I had imagined, and it had an ornately carved lid. It looked as though Alvin had purchased it overseas during his time in the military.Its contents, however, were of far more interest to me than its exterior; and its oddly disconcerting lightness filled my stomach with an eerie feeling.I had never thought that I would be holding my friend’s severed hand inside a little wooden box that I had just dug out of the ground.In the dim light of the dashboard, Nathan's face was a mix of concentration and worry.“We’re almost at the meeting spot,” he murmured, his eyes darting to the rearview mirror every so often. “I hope Angela got away.”I nodded, praying along with Nathan that Angela had made it to our rendezvous spot

OliviaThe night was dark, interrupted only by the glint of my car's headlights.I could feel the rage bubbling inside me, overshadowing my usual caution on the road. The argument with Nathan replayed in my mind, a twisted movie that seemed to deepen my anger with every recall.“Why can’t he just trust me?” I muttered, gripping the steering wheel so tightly that my knuckles were beginning to turn white.The image of Nathan’s eyes, once soft but now cold and distant, haunted me.The hurt was visceral. Tears blurred my vision as I tried to navigate the winding roads leading to the witch’s hut.I didn’t love Alvin. Not like that. And while I was still grappling with the true weight of my feelings for Nathan, I knew that I felt strongly for him, more strongly than I had ever felt for anybody. I just wished that I could convey that to Nathan, and that he would believe me.Just then, as if summoned by my distracted state, a deer darted out in front of the car.Heart pounding, I slammed my f

OliviaThe witch’s hut was an enigma in and of itself. Nestled amidst thickets of age-old trees, it felt both inviting and ominous. The cracked voice of the old woman and her single, milky eye that peered out from behind her mop of gray hair were equally as ominous.“I’ve been expecting you,” she said.She opened the door a little wider. Casting a nervous glance at one another, Nathan and I stepped inside.The dim lighting cast an ethereal glow, which shimmered against the dense canopy of dried herbs and trinkets hanging overhead.The atmosphere was thick, punctuated by the burning incense and an underlying note of aged wood. The aroma of burning sage and other unknown herbs wafted through the air, slightly dizzying yet rejuvenating all at the same time.Despite its unassuming appearance, the hut emanated a power that was palpable.The witch, a woman with a weathered face, her silver hair braided intricately and adorned with gemstones, looked up from where she stood.Her age was indis