All Chapters of THE LUNA I NOW CRAVE: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Vanya's POV:I shovelled a large spoonful of ice cream into my mouth. The cold numbed my tongue, it's sweetness invading my senses to the point all I could taste was cold and artificial strawberry flavour. I looked down at the bowl, it was half empty. The ice cream had began to melt, the neat halves of strawberry and vanilla blurring into one another.It's still night. I still can't sleep. After I had cried like a baby in Marco's arms, I felt very hungry. So I went to the kitchen and raided the fridge. All I could find was food items, milk, tea, lemonade. I was fully ready to go out by one am and buy ice cream until I found a bucket of it stashed behind all the boring food items. I rejoiced inside of me and took the bucket out. I made a mental note to replace it tomorrow morning. But for now, I get to give in to my indulgence.I ate another large spoon. My head started to hurt, the freeze going up to my brain. I hissed in pain, my eyes squeezing tightly. I waited a few seconds for th

Vanya's POV"Well, this has been very nice. But I have to go." I said, clapping my hands. "So soon?" He asked, tilting his head to the side. "But I've only just met you. How about this, we have lunch together?"My stomach twisted. Whether in disgust that he was asking me out to lunch, or in nausea from the indulgence I had last night, I wasn't sure. All I was sure of was the fact that my stomach twisted at the mention of lunch."No thank you," I said. "I'm not hungry. And I don't want to have lunch with you.""Which is it?""What?""Which is it, Vanya? You're not hungry, or you're still mad at me?""Whoever said I was mad at you?" I asked. I finally folded my arms, and I could only imagine what I looked like right now. With the baseball hat and the glasses and the baggy clothes. "Why don't...hold on," He reached out and grabbed the sunglasses off my face. Before I could protest, he held it behind him. "Finally I can see those lovely eyes of yours."My face turned bright red. "Cian,

3rd person POV:"Sir, you sent for me?"Cian looked up from his computer screen to see David, his head of security. "Yes, I have a sensitive job for you."David clasped his hands together. "What will you have me do?"Cian stared at the blank computer screen in front of him. Ever since he had seen Vanya at the mall just yesterday, he couldn't get his mind off of her. Something about her had changed. He knew it. It was in her aura, the way she no longer walked around so unsure of herself. The way she held her head high even when she was dressed like a hobo on a Sunday afternoon in the mall where everyone could see her. It was the way she matched him word for word instead of turning red and stuttering whenever he spoke to her. Something was up with her. And he wanted to know all about it.All night she had been all he could think about. Vanya, he couldn't get her name out of her head. He couldn't get her face out of his head."You're to follow Vanya," He said. David's brow shot up. Ci

Vanya's POV:I stared right into the spaces of the ceiling, the dim light from the hallway casting cold shadows that danced eternally like restless spirits. Sleep hand long eluded me all night, my thoughts a tangled web of confusion and doubt. My mind was now a troubled storm of many uneasy questions. The journal now laid open on my oak wooden desk, its pages yellowed with age and fragile, but the words within were anything but soothing to my eyes. I'd spent a great deal of minutes that now felt like years sifting through its cryptic sentences, every inked word seemed to mock the very essence of my sense of reasoning and belief. I could read what they spelt but telling what they meant was now something my head was yet to phantom.Jacob King. The man I knew you were or the man you actually are?The journal claimed to be my father's but I found that rather hard to believe. The tone, the reflection and the very meaning of what it kept didn't sound like Him. Those could never be my fathe

Vanya's POVMy heart hammered in my chest as I stood in my office, my gaze fixed on the man who had just walked in unannounced. Cian Valor, the infamous CEO of Valor Corp, was the last person I expected to see today—or any day for that matter. His presence was a dark shadow looming over me, dragging with it memories I'd worked so hard to bury.He was as imposing as ever, his tall frame filling the room with an aura of power that seemed to suffocate the very air I breathe. His golden eyes, sharp and assessing, flickered over me and I could feel the weight of his scrutiny as if it were a physical touch. He had aged well—too well, I thought bitterly. The years had only honed his features, chiseling away any softness and leaving behind a face that was both handsome and terrifyingly intense.I clenched my fist to my sides, forcing myself to remain calm. Anger and fear churned with me, but I refused to show it. Not to him, not ever again.“What are you doing here , Cian?” I asked with a ste