All Chapters of THE STAINED LUNA: An Affair With My Mate's Father: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Victor rolled on the bed a few times restlessly and suddenly sat up, sweating. He groaned and rubbed his face, trying to shake off the uneasiness. He glanced at the white clock on the wall. Four PM. He was quite surprised. When did he fall asleep, and how long had he been out?He remembered working out in the gym that morning. He had pushed himself hard, trying to clear his mind, when he almost dislocated his elbow. When it didn’t heal right away, he was shocked. The pain lingered, unusual for him. Normally, his injuries healed quickly. He had come into his room to make a call, wondering what was going on. He sat on the bed and picked up his phone. That was it. He remembered nothing else after that.What happened? Why didn’t his injury heal like it was supposed to? He was quite confused. He picked up the phone that was just beside him and switched it on. Almost immediately, notifications bombarded his screen. His frown deepened as he saw the number of missed calls from Anastasia. Twen

Ana groaned as my eyes fluttered open for the third time. It felt like there were thousands of construction workers inside her head, each one hammering away relentlessly. She swear she could hear them. Her entire body ached, and every breath felt like a chore.Or maybe not. As her vision slowly came into focus, she saw someone pounding on something inside a miniature mortar. The man, wearing a black or grey shirt, pounding with urgency. Her head throbbed, making it hard to concentrate on anything else.“Vee?” She croaked, her voice barely above a whisper. She could see him now, standing at the edge of the room, his back turned to her as he worked on something. The sight of him brought a sense of relief, but it was quickly overshadowed by the pain and confusion.He turned around quickly at the sound of her voice, his eyes widening in what looked like relief. “You’re awake” he said the obvious, rushing to her side.She tried to sit up, but her body protested with a sharp pain and she wi

Anastasia twirled the contents in her favorite mug, a warm cup of chocolate tea, as she watched Victor rummage through the top cabinets in search of his ‘elusive’ hot sauce. Outside, the rain pounded against the windows with relentless intensity, creating a cozy weather.Victor's frustration was evident as he stood on tiptoe, scanning the shelves for the bottle he swore he had. She couldn't help but laugh at his sudden determination to find it. It had been raining heavily all morning, providing him with the perfect excuse to stay home. She knew, deep down, that he would have found another reason to remain by her side regardless of the weather. She recalled how, earlier that morning, she had tried to persuade him to go to work. "I'm getting better, really," she had insisted, but just as he was about to give in, the sky had opened up, and he had chuckled, declaring that the universe was clearly against the idea of him going out. The truth was, he didn't want to leave her, She was love

“What’s going on?” Ana muttered under her breath, a sinking feeling settling in her stomach. Zara’s face paled, her confusion deepening into genuine concern. “I swear, Luna, I told you. I even remember you nodding and telling me to have a good time. Are you sure you’re remembering correctly?” Her voice trembled slightly.Ana shook her head, feeling a strange mix of frustration, worry and fear. “I don’t know. Everything after the attack is a bit of a blur, but I distinctly remember calling you. Over and over.” Her voice wavered, betraying the fear gnawing at her.Ana looked down. There might have been some sort of mix-up, or something else is going on that they don’t understand.Ana bit her lip, considering the unsettling possibilities. “Could someone have tampered with your phone? Or maybe mine?” She glanced at Zara's phone again.Zara glanced at her phone, then back at Ana. “I suppose it’s possible. But why would anyone do that?” Her mind raced through potential scenarios, none of t

Penelope returned home from grocery shopping, balancing bags full of fresh produce and ingredients she hadn't cooked with in a while. The house was quiet, and she took a deep breath, relishing the silence. It had been a tough few weeks, filled with arguments after arguments, especially between her and her mother. Today, she wanted to make amends. She decided to prepare dinner herself, hoping it would be a peace offering that could smooth over their recent disagreements.After putting away the groceries, she headed upstairs to freshen up. She spent a few extra minutes in the shower, letting the hot water relax her muscles and wash away the stress. When she was done, she changed into comfortable clothes and tied her hair back. Feeling rejuvenated, she was about to make her way downstairs, but decided to stop by her mother’s room first. She knocked softly and waited for an answer, but none came. Pushing open the door, she found the room empty. Her mother must have gone out.Must be to the