Gyaru or gal. A type of fashion the popular girls liked to wear. They made their clothing revealing, had a lot of accessories and most of them also had a fitting body to it.

They put their cleavages on full display, wore short skirts flashing their panties anytime and were condsidered sluts. That's right, they were players, but knew the game pretty well.

I hated them a little. They were outgoing, social and constantly got the attention of the guys and even girls.

I on the otherhand had nothing. I was more on timid side, but that wasn't the problem, the dangling thing between my legs was. Being a futanari wasn't easy.

As I was lost in thoughts our professor ended the lecture and I was done for the day. I almost made it and it just had to happen.

"Hey, hey. Got a few secs for me?"

The person in front of me was Ayumi. Usually she had two others on two with her, Nagisa and Yuri.

Ayumi was the boss of the three. She had big breasts, long light brown hair and a nice slender figure. I always have been jealous of her figure.

She wore a way too short, checked skirt. A white shirt which had a good amount of cleavage showing, of course, and random accessories were sprinkled around her.

"W-what do you need?"

I wasn't used to talking to them and I was actually quite surprised she called out to me like this, just what does she want from me...

She walked closed to me and whispered into my ear.

"I heard futanaris have quite big cocks, mind showing me yours?❤️"

She voice was suggestive and gentel. The perfume she wore was pleasant and sweet.

I felt my face get hotter, I sure was red.

"W-why do y-you know about that!"

Unintentionally I raised my voice to loud and attracted a lot of unneeded attention.

"Just come with me already."

She grabbed my hand and towed me out of the building. For some reason she knew about a nice secluded spot behind the building where we were hidden from the prying eyes. What did she know about this? Was she really a...

"So, will you show it to me?❤️"

She asked with a bright smile and an easygoing attitude.

I put my bag down and felt backed into a corner. I had not much choice now, did I...

I puller my panties lower under my skirt and watched Ayumi, she was eagerly awaiting the next moment. I pinched my skirt at either sides and lifted it up revealing my flacid cock.

I want to die....

"Oo! Its sooo big!❤️ I hope you don't mind me...❤️"

Without hesitation she put it in her mouth and started sucking in. The view unfolding me was bizarre on several levels.

One of the most popular girl in our lectures was squating before me, spreading her legs and flashing her laced panties and on top of that she was sucking my cock?!

"Agh! Ayumi, n-no!"

She ignored me as I felt my cock harden. She finally parted with it and watched it get fully erect.

"Wow! It's even bigger than I imagined!❤️"

She yet again took it into her mouth, sliding up and down. Saliva covered my cock as she happily sucked it.

"Nngh, nnh, nnngh❤️"

Her muffled moans aroused me more. Her mouth was soft and warm. It enveloped a good part my cock, but not the whole shaft.

Soon she stafted going faster, now slurping without any holding back.

"Aagh, I'm... I'm gonna!"

Her sudden move was too much for me and I was at my limits. I grabbed her head and pushed my cock deep and started cumming.

"Hnnnnngh!!❤️"

I caught her by surprise, but she seemed to enjoy it. She gulped, she really was swallowing all the cum I poured into her. Once I felt empty, I pulled out my halferect cock and she coughed a little, but then. She opened her mouth wide and sticking her tongue out. After that she said.

"Thank you for the meal.❤️"

I looked at her in a mixture of surprise and admiration. She just deepthroated a large cock and she looked this happy.

"Say Ayaka, would you mind doing this with me more often? I mean you cock is so big and thick and you cum so much more than any guy. So what do you say? I am sure Nagisa and Yuri will love you too~❤️."

"B-but why do you know I am a futa?"

"Well..." She laughed a little nervously and scratched her cheek with one finger.

"I caught you masturbating once and after I saw your cock I couldn't get it out my head. I was maybe even a little scared you would just reject me there, but you actually thought about."

Note to myself, never, neever release yourself at random toilets.

"I see.."

"So what do you say? I will stop coming her with guys and only gonna do this with you!"

I looked at her smile which was a little nervous. She was giving off signs that is not of a typical gyaru, is she really this impressed by this?

"I live not far from her if you want w-"

"We can fuck too?!"

What?

I didn't just think that, I said it too.

"Aah, I just... I mean... You know..."

She was super nervous about asking me!

I let out a deep sigh and she looked even more nervously at me.

"Even gyarus can behave nervous?"

"O-of course." Her cheecks were bright red by now.

Realising I still hadn't put my panty back on I quickly fixed that.

"Are you free now? You can drop by for... more."

I couldn't do it like she did, but I wanted to tease her a little. Well, she was overjoyed and jumped at me hugging me tight. Wow, her breasts were really big...

As we made our way to my flat Ayumi was humming happily and clinging to me.

Continued in the next chapter!❤️

Unfortunately based on a real event.

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“Sorry, I don’t bark.”

”So you won’t bark for me?🥺”

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GET ME OUT OF THIS PLACE!!!!!! PLEASEEEEE 🙏🏾😭

The rocket glided silently down toward the surface of the Moon, the gray, cratered landscape growing larger and more detailed with every passing second. Tommy and Sarah pressed their faces against the windows, their hearts pounding in their chests. Neither had imagined that the Moon would look quite like this—so close, so real. The familiar black-and-white images from schoolbooks and TV were nothing compared to the vast, otherworldly view unfolding before them.

Then, with a gentle shudder, the rocket touched down. The ground was smooth and silvery, as though the craters had been polished to a gleaming finish. A moment of eerie quiet passed before the hatch slid open with a soft hiss, revealing the strange new world they were about to enter.

They stepped out onto a narrow ramp that led down to the surface of the Moon. But what lay before them wasn’t the cold, barren wasteland they expected. Instead, a large, sprawling moonbase stood illuminated beneath a canopy of stars. The structure was like nothing they’d ever seen—more like a wonderland than a base, a series of colorful, bubble-like domes connected by winding, translucent tubes that seemed to float above the lunar soil. Some domes glowed with soft pastel lights—pinks, purples, and blues—while others had giant windows that looked out onto the stars, offering breathtaking views of distant galaxies.

A sign at the entrance to the moonbase read: "Welcome to Mr. McLune’s Moonbase & Birthday Station!"The letters twinkled like stars, and beneath the sign, ribbons and streamers floated in the low gravity, as if every day were a party.

But the most amazing thing was the docking station itself. Instead of the sterile metal platforms they’d seen in science fiction, this docking station was more like a carnival ride. There were balloon-like structures tied to the ground, their surfaces reflecting the moon’s light like mirror balls. Bright, colorful steps led from the rocket to the station, and strange plants—tall, spiraled stems with glowing orbs on top—lined the path, gently pulsing with light.

As they stepped off the ramp, they were greeted by something even more fantastical. Emerging from one of the translucent tubes was a creature unlike any they had ever imagined. The alien was small and round, covered in thick, bright green fur that shimmered as it moved. It walked on two stubby legs, but its most striking feature was its three eyes, which blinked at them in unison from above a wide, friendly grin. The eyes—one on top of its head and two where they should have been—twinkled like stars, and its round body bobbed up and down as it shuffled toward them.

"Welcome to Mr. McLune’s Moonbase! I’m Snizzy, your guide!” it spoke. Its voice was high-pitched and friendly, like the sound of bells jingling in the distance.

Tommy and Sarah stared at Snizzy, speechless for a moment, their minds trying to process what they were seeing. Sarah tugged at Tommy’s sleeve, a nervous smile tugging at the corner of her mouth.

"It's....it's real," Sarah whispered.

They followed Snizzy into the translucent tube, and as they stepped inside, the walls around them shimmered with bursts of color. They felt weightless for a moment, almost floating as the tube carried them up and into the heart of the moonbase. The inside was just as whimsical as the outside. Rooms were filled with bright, swirling colors and confetti that seemed to hang in the air like suspended joy. Laughter echoed from distant halls, and every so often, they passed by a window that showed views of the stars, brighter and closer than they’d ever seen.

At last, the tube deposited them in a grand hall—a wide, open space filled with large, oversized chairs that looked like they were made of marshmallows. In the center of the room sat a long, low table, piled high with plates of cake, bowls of ice cream, and bottles of soda pop, all bubbling and fizzing in the low gravity.

And there, lounging happily at the head of this magnificent spread, lounging with all the comfort of a king at his feast, was Mr. McLune.

To call him merely an alien would have been to undersell him.  His round, green face beamed with joy, and from beneath his shining purple and pink space helmet, shocks of bright red hair sprang out in all directions, like tufts of fire against the soft glow of the room. The helmet was adorned with two antennae, which bobbed and wobbled with every movement he made, as if they had a life of their own. His purple and pink spacesuit glittered under the moonbase’s ambient light, and he sat there, spoon in hand, digging into a bowl of ice cream with the unrestrained glee of someone who had never heard the word "enough."  Beside him, a plate of half-eaten chocolate cake and an effervescent bottle of soda suggested that every meal was a celebration.

His eyes—large, bright, and full of mischief—sparkled as he turned his attention to the children who had just entered his domain.  "Well, well!" he said jovially. "If it isn't my guests of honor!  Tommy! Sarah!  I've been expecting you both.  Welcome to the best place in the whole galaxy—the one and only Mr. McLune’s Moonbase!”

He waved his spoon with a flourish, sending tiny specks of ice cream flying through the air in the Moon’s low gravity. His laughter echoed warmly through the room, bouncing off the walls and floating toward them like an invitation to join in the fun.

The children stood frozen for a moment, taking in the sight of him. Sarah glanced at the table—at the cake, the soda, the endless bounty of treats that seemed too good to be true. Tommy’s eyes were locked on Mr. McLune himself, a figure unlike any they had ever seen, yet somehow... welcoming.

“Are you... Mr. McLune?” Tommy stammered.

Mr. McLune let out a deep, rolling laugh, his whole body shaking with the force of it. “Of course! Who else would I be? And you—” he pointed his spoon at them, “—are exactly who I was hoping to see! Come, come, sit, sit! Have some cake! Ice cream! Soda! Whatever you like!”

Snizzy bounced over to a large, marshmallow-like chair and patted it, motioning for them to sit. Hesitantly, the children sat down, the soft chair sinking beneath them as though they were sitting on clouds.

Sarah was still wide-eyed.  This seemed too perfect, too...magical.  "Why us?"

Mr. McLune’s grin softened slightly, though his eyes still twinkled. He set down his spoon and leaned forward, resting his chin in his hands. “Ah, you see, I have a way of knowing when certain children—special children—are in need of a little... celebration.” He winked, and the helmet on his head tilted playfully, antennas jiggling.  “And you two? Well, you’ve had it rough, haven’t you? A little too much rain and not enough sun, I’d say. But here?” He spread his arms wide, his grin returning to full strength. “Here, it’s always sunny. Always a party. No yelling, no arguments, no worries at all.”

Tommy shifted uncomfortably in his chair, still trying to wrap his mind around what was happening. “But... the Moon... How is all of this here?” he asked, looking around the room, his voice small but filled with awe.

Mr. McLune waved his hand dismissively, as though the laws of physics were a minor inconvenience. “Oh, pish-posh! We don’t worry about the howhere, Tommy. Only the 'what.' And the 'what' is... fun. Ice cream, cake, and more adventure than you could ever imagine.”

Sarah looked down at the cake on the table, then up at Mr. McLune. “Are we... are we staying here?”

Mr. McLune chuckled again, a deep, rolling sound that filled the room. “Well, that’s up to you, of course. No pressure, no rush. You can come and go as you please. But once you’ve had a taste of this moonbase—well, let’s just say I don’t think you’ll want to leave.”

He winked again and took another bite of ice cream, watching with delight as the children stared around the room in awe.

Mr. McLune paused mid-bite, the spoon of ice cream hovering just inches from his mouth, his eyes suddenly lighting up with a burst of inspiration. A grin, wide and playful, stretched across his green face, as if he'd just stumbled upon the most delightful idea in the cosmos.

"You know what we need?" he said, eyes twinkling with excitement. "A birthday party!"

Sarah and Tommy exchanged puzzled looks. "But... it's not our birthday," Sarah said, her voice cautious but curious.

Mr. McLune waved a hand, as if dismissing such trivialities with a flick of his wrist. "Oh, of course not!" he chuckled. "Not on Earth, anyway. But here? On the Moon, well... it's always your birthday when you wantit to be!" His voice sparkled with enthusiasm as if he'd revealed a secret too good to be kept. "That’s one of the perks of being in my little corner of the universe! You say the word, and—poof!—it’s your special day. Balloons, cake, presents—the works! And guess what? Your friends are already waiting!"

Tommy's eyes widened. "But how could they be waiting if they didn’t even know we were coming?"

Mr. McLune winked mischievously, taking another spoonful of his ice cream. "Let’s just say," he began, his voice dropping to a playful whisper, "on the Moon, things tend to happen a bit... ahead of schedule. No need to worry about the how.I’ve got friends in very fun places, and let's face it, time’s a little more bendableup here. Besides—" his voice brightened as he gestured grandly to the vast lunar expanse outside the window, “there’s always a reason to celebrate when you're with me!”

The children were uncertain, caught between awe and confusion. A birthday that wasn’t theirs, yet somehow it was? Only Mr. McLune could make something so fantastical seem like the most natural thing in the world.

“Just imagine!” Mr. McLune continued, pushing his plate of cake aside and standing up, his colorful space helmet with antennae bobbing slightly. “Every single day could be filled with fun, laughter, and surprises! No more gloomy Earth, no more rain... only blue skies and birthday candles forever!”

He extended his hand toward the children, his smile as wide as the crescent moon. “So, what do you say? Shall we go to the party?”

Tommy and Sarah looked at one another, their skepticism fading under the sheer force of Mr. McLune’s enthusiasm. After all, who wouldn’t want an endless birthday party?

But just as Tommy reached for Mr. McLune’s hand, a thought nagged at the back of Sarah’s mind. “But... what if we want to go home afterward? Will we be able to leave?”

Mr. McLune paused for a moment, his whimsical grin softening just slightly. He crouched down to their level, his voice still warm but with a new layer of sincerity. “For now, let’s not worry about that,” he said gently. “Let’s just enjoy the fun while it lasts.”

With that, he stood again, his jovial nature returning in full. “Now, come along! I do believe there’s a mountain of cake waiting for you two!” He spun on his heels and marched toward the door with a spring in his step, the children cautiously following behind.

The Randall children stepped cautiously through the door Mr. McLune had cheerfully held open, and what awaited them on the other side was nothing short of a birthday dream brought to life. Balloons of every size and color floated lazily in the low gravity, as if the Moon itself had conspired to make everything more buoyant and carefree. Children darted around, blowing noisemakers and tossing confetti into the air, their laughter filling the strange, silvery atmosphere. And true to Mr. McLune's promise, there it stood: an impossibly huge birthday cake, towering in the center of it all, candles flickering despite the absence of any wind to blow them out.

But it wasn’t the cake, nor the decorations, that held Tommy and Sarah’s attention. It was the other children. Some were like them, Earth-bound kids with wide eyes and toothy smiles. But others—others were different. Verydifferent.

A girl with skin the color of deep violet, her large almond-shaped eyes glowing faintly as she tossed a ball to a nearby boy, whose legs seemed to bend in entirely the wrong direction. Another child—was it a child?—floated gently off the ground, arms outstretched like a balloon caught in an unseen breeze. His body was translucent, and within him, tiny pinpricks of light moved like stars trapped in a jar. There was a boy with silvery scales instead of skin, the surface of his body reflecting the light in shifting, shimmering patterns, and next to him, a young girl with wings—actual wings—tucked neatly behind her, as delicate as the petals of a flower.

These weren’t just children from different towns, different countries, or even different planets. These were children from worldsTommy and Sarah had never even imagined. And all of them, every last one, wore brightly colored party hats, some perched on heads not quite the right shape for them. They grinned and waved at the Randall kids, as if welcoming them into this strange new party, as if the boundaries of species, of worlds, of anything Earthbound, had melted away here on Mr. McLune’s Moon.

As they walked further into the surreal scene, their eyes were drawn upward to the trees—though “trees” might not have been the right word. These trees, twisted and gnarled, had glowing bark and leaves that shimmered like diamonds. From the branches, Earth animals—chipmunks, squirrels, and birds—chattered and fluttered about, wearing miniature party hats of their own. They seemed just as caught up in the celebration as the children below.

But it wasn’t just Earthly creatures populating the branches. Strange animals Tommy and Sarah couldn’t name but could only describe lingered in the trees. A creature with fur that rippled like water and three enormous, blinking eyes watched them curiously. Something that resembled a giant caterpillar—but with wings—buzzed past, its wings humming like tiny engines. From a nearby tree, what looked like a bird of paradise swooped down, only to reveal that it had four legs and a snake’s tail. It chirped in rhythm with the noisemakers, as if it too had a reason to celebrate.

Sarah blinked. “Are... are they all celebrating ourbirthday?”

Mr. McLune appeared at their side, arms wide as if he had orchestrated the whole affair himself. “Why of coursethey are!” he exclaimed, his smile as bright as the party itself. “It’s your special day, after all. Didn’t I tell you? Here on the Moon, every day can be your birthday! And not just yours—everyone’s! It’s a never-ending party up here.” He winked, those little shocks of red hair sticking out from beneath his space helmet, antennae bouncing with every gesture. “And trust me, the fun never runs out. Cake, balloons, adventure—it’s all here, and it’s all yours.”

Tommy took a hesitant step forward. “But... we haven’t even decided if we’re staying yet.”

Mr. McLune gave an exaggerated sigh, a playful expression crossing his green face. “Ah, the burden of choices!” he said with a twirl of his hand. “Such a heavy thing for young minds. But don’t you worry—here, you don’t have to choose right away. Take your time, enjoy yourselves. The Moon’s not going anywhere, and neither am I. Not as long as there’s cake to eat!” He punctuated his statement by plopping a large spoonful of ice cream into his mouth.

The Randall children looked around. Everything seemed so perfect, so joyous, so completely detached from the troubles waiting for them back home. But there was something in Mr. McLune’s words, a softness behind the whimsy, that hinted at the gravity of their situation. They were at a crossroads, and even in the midst of this cosmic celebration, some part of them knew that this place—this Moon of endless birthdays—was not without its price.

Mr. McLune tilted his head, noticing their hesitation. He smiled, kinder this time, and placed a hand on each of their shoulders. “I’ll let you in on a little secret,” he said, lowering his voice just slightly, enough to make it feel like a private moment between the three of them. “Sometimes, the hardest part of life isn’t knowing what’s right or wrong—it’s knowing when to let go. You’re safe here, with me. No more tears, no more fears. Just endless days of fun.”

He winked again, turning his attention back to the cake. “And remember,” he said with a twinkle in his eye, “on the Moon, you never have to grow up. Isn’t that what every child dreams of?”

The party swirled on around them, but for Tommy and Sarah, the question hung heavy in the air, despite the balloons and laughter.

And somewhere, far away, the echoes of an argument—the sound of their parents’ voices—seemed so distant now, like a forgotten world, fading into the void.

Mr. McLune, ever the picture of cheer and warmth, pivoted gracefully from Tommy and Sarah, his eyes catching on a little girl seated to Sarah’s right. She was perched on a small moon rock that seemed to mold itself to her shape, like the Moon itself was trying to make her more comfortable. Her party hat sat askew atop her head, its festive design a stark contrast to the look on her face—a mix of fear, confusion, and something else Sarah couldn’t quite place.

She was a peculiar sight, this girl. Unlike the other children, who were draped in the familiar fabrics of modern Earth—jeans, t-shirts, bright sneakers—this girl seemed to belong to another time. Her dress, stiff and prim, was adorned with lace and ribbons, its old-fashioned cut reminding Sarah of something out of an old photograph. She wore black shoes with large silver buckles, her white socks pulled high to her knees. Even her hair was pinned up in tight curls, the kind Sarah had only seen in pictures of girls from long ago. And yet, here she was, sitting at Mr. McLune’s party like the rest of them, though there was an unmistakable air of displacement about her, like she didn’t quite belong.

Mr. McLune’s jovial expression softened as he approached her, bending down slightly so he could meet her eye to eye. “Well now, Veruca, how are we doing today?” His voice was as sweet as the cake on the table, his antennaed helmet bouncing slightly as he tilted his head.

Veruca looked up at him, wide-eyed. For a moment, Sarah thought the girl might not answer at all, might shrink away from Mr. McLune’s cheery presence. But instead, Veruca shifted in her seat, her fingers fidgeting nervously with the hem of her dress. There was something fragile in her expression, something that made Sarah feel uneasy, as though this girl were standing on the edge of an invisible cliff.

“Mr. McLune,” Veruca began hesitantly, her voice almost a whisper. “Am I... being a brat?”

The question hung in the air, strange and unexpected, as if it didn’t belong in the middle of such a lively, colorful party. Sarah blinked, momentarily thrown off by the girl's directness. What kind of child would ask that at a time like this? But then, she realized, Veruca's tone wasn’t just confused—it was worried. Almost... fearful.

Mr. McLune’s eyes crinkled at the edges, his smile widening as he took her tiny, trembling hand in his own. “Now what makes you say something like that, Veruca? Why, you’ve been having a grand old time! Isn’t that right?”

Veruca bit her lip, her large, watery eyes searching his face as if she were trying to find some hidden truth in his words. She looked down at her shoes, the stiff curls of her hair bouncing slightly with the movement. “It’s just...” Her voice cracked, and she swallowed hard. “I feel like you... don’t want to be around me anymore. Because I’ve been bad. I keep doing things wrong. I keep acting like... like a brat.”

Sarah felt a shiver run down her spine. The way Veruca spoke, the way her voice wavered between guilt and desperation—it wasn’t normal. It was like she carried the weight of a hundred scoldings on her tiny shoulders, as if she had learned to believe she was unworthy of kindness, simply for being... difficult. But what struck Sarah most was the deep sense of time that seemed to cling to Veruca. She wasn’t just any child—she was a child out of step with this moment, a girl from another era where expectations, punishments, and perceptions of right and wrong were different, harsher.

Mr. McLune’s smile never faltered. He knelt down beside Veruca, his antennae brushing gently against her curls as he leaned in close, his voice a soothing balm. “Oh, Veruca, let me tell you something very important,” he said, his tone gentle but firm, as if he were speaking a universal truth. “Being a brat doesn’t mean I won’t be here for you. It doesn’t mean I’ll ever stop caring about you. Every kid—every single one—has their days. Some days, you’ll laugh and play, and some days, maybe you’ll get upset. Maybe you’ll feel out of place, like you’re doing everything wrong. But here, on the Moon, none of all that matters.”

Veruca blinked up at him, her eyes wide with a cautious hope. “It... doesn’t?”

Mr. McLune shook his head slowly, the light of the party twinkling in his big, playful eyes. “Not one bit. You see, Veruca, this place is special. It’s a place where you can be yourself—whether that self is a little bratty or a little sad or anything in between. I’m not going anywhere, and neither are you. Not unless youwant to.” He gave her hand a gentle squeeze. “Even if you’re misbehaving, you still belong here. You’re still part of the fun.”

Veruca sniffled, her lip trembling as she looked into Mr. McLune’s face, searching for some sign of rejection that she didn’t find. Slowly, the tension in her body eased, and she gave him a tiny nod, though the worry didn’t completely vanish from her face.

“Okay,” she whispered, her voice fragile but no longer broken. “Thank you, Mr. McLune.”

“Anytime, dear,” Mr. McLune replied, standing up straight once more and giving her a wink. “Now, how about we find you a nice big piece of cake, eh? That should do the trick.”

As Veruca managed a small, hesitant smile, Sarah watched her intently. There was something... off. Something Sarah couldn’t quite shake about the girl’s presence here. Her dress, her words, even her fears—they all felt like they belonged to a time that no longer existed. A time where children weren’t just scolded—they were shaped, molded, and sometimes broken by the harsh hands of the adults around them. And yet here, in Mr. McLune’s world, Veruca had found something she clearly hadn’t found anywhere else. Acceptance. A place where she could be a child, even if she wasn’t perfect.

Sarah’s eyes drifted over the other children, over the balloons and the cake and the alien creatures frolicking in the strange party atmosphere. It was all so wonderful, so carefree. But as she looked at Veruca, she couldn’t help but wonder—was this really the kind of escape they were looking for?

The festive atmosphere around them hummed with excitement—balloons bobbing in the air, otherworldly creatures cavorting in the trees, and children, both human and alien, darting about in bursts of joy. Yet, despite the swirl of color and noise, there was a shadow at the table. It wasn’t the balloons or the strange alien flora, nor was it the children’s laughter that caught Sarah’s attention. It was the boy sitting quietly at Mr. McLune’s left, wearing a strange, fawn-colored uniform.

His presence was unnerving. Something about him felt wrong—like a puzzle piece that didn’t belong in this bright, cheerful scene. He was older than the other children, probably ten or eleven, with a sharp, angular face and cold blue eyes. His blonde hair was cropped close to his head, and though he sat still, there was a rigidity to him, as though he were standing at attention even while seated. He glanced around the table with a measured skepticism, as if searching for something to disapprove of.

And then, there was the uniform.

Tommy tugged at Sarah’s sleeve, whispering, “Do you see that? He’s... He looks like something we saw in history class.”

Sarah swallowed hard. She’d noticed too. The fawn-colored uniform. The strange, severe cut of the jacket. The insignia on the collar, though small, looked eerily familiar. Her school lessons flashed in her mind—photographs in black and white of soldiers, marching in unison, flags draped in sinister symbols. It couldn’t be, she thought, not here. But the uniform spoke volumes. This boy, Fritz, came from a time and place far darker than anything Sarah had ever known.

Mr. McLune turned his attention to Fritz, his ever-present smile softening the edges of the tension that clung to the boy like a shroud. “And how are you doing, Fritz?” Mr. McLune’s voice was gentle, almost like he was speaking to a much younger child.

Fritz blinked, his ice-blue eyes locking on Mr. McLune with an unsettling intensity. His posture didn’t soften, though; if anything, it became even more rigid. “I am fine,” Fritz said in a clipped, precise German accent. His voice was sharp and cold, a far cry from the joyous shouts of the other children. “But I don’t understand why you are always so... happy.”

Tommy and Sarah exchanged a glance. This was a question neither of them would have dared ask. Mr. McLune, who floated through his whimsical world like a child himself, always cheerful, always beaming, had never seemed to invite that sort of scrutiny. But Fritz didn’t seem to care about the rules of this strange place. He was scrutinizing Mr. McLune, with the same cold, calculating eyes that Sarah imagined might have been used to judge soldiers in a grim world far away from here.

Mr. McLune chuckled softly, but there was something different about it this time. The lightness of the sound seemed to bounce off Fritz’s cold exterior without effect. He reached for his bottle of soda pop, taking a slow, deliberate sip before setting it down beside his cake. His jovial demeanor didn’t falter, though Sarah noticed that his eyes lingered on Fritz for a beat longer than usual, as if he were reading the boy, trying to understand something buried deep inside him.

“Ah, Fritz,” Mr. McLune began, leaning slightly closer, his smile soft but unwavering. “I’m happy because it’s my job to be happy. To spread joy. To make sure every child who finds their way here has a place where they can smile, laugh, and feel safe. That’s what I believe in—happiness. It’s what every child deserves, no matter where they come from, or what they’ve been told.”

Fritz’s eyes narrowed slightly, and Sarah could see his jaw tighten. “But not all children deservehappiness,” he muttered darkly, his voice barely above a whisper, as though the words were meant only for himself. “Some... some children are bad. Some are not worth saving.”

A cold shiver ran down Sarah’s spine at those words, the echoes of something far darker than Mr. McLune’s Moon base creeping into her mind. She glanced at Tommy, who was watching Fritz with wide eyes, his face pale.

Mr. McLune didn’t flinch. He remained as calm and cheerful as ever, though there was a softness, a tenderness to his voice now that hadn’t been there before. “That’s where you’re wrong, Fritz,” he said gently. “Every child deserves kindness. Every single one. It doesn’t matter if you’ve made mistakes or been told things that made you feel... small. What matters is that you know you’re cared for. That there’s always a second chance.”

Fritz looked down, his fingers clenching the edge of the table. For a moment, Sarah thought she saw something shift in his face, a crack in the coldness. But it was gone just as quickly, and he looked back up at Mr. McLune with the same steely gaze.

“Why do you care so much?” Fritz asked, his voice softer now, almost unsure. There was no challenge left in his words, only curiosity. “Why do you care about kids like me?”

Mr. McLune’s smile grew wider, but it wasn’t the broad, playful grin he usually wore. It was softer, kinder. “Because, Fritz, I know that deep down, every child is worth caring about. Even the ones who think they don’t deserve it.” He leaned back in his chair, his party hat bobbing ever so slightly. “And besides, this is the Moon! Here, we don’t worry about who deserves what. We just have fun.”

Fritz didn’t say anything for a long moment. He stared at Mr. McLune, his expression unreadable. Then, finally, he gave a small, almost imperceptible nod, as though he were acknowledging something to himself.

Sarah and Tommy exchanged another glance, unsure of what they had just witnessed. There was something deeply unsettling about Fritz—about the way he carried himself, the way he spoke, the way his presence seemed to cast a shadow over the party. But somehow, Mr. McLune’s warmth had reached him, even if only for a moment.

Mr. McLune turned back to Sarah and Tommy, his bright, jovial energy returning in full force. “Now then!” he exclaimed, clapping his hands together. “How about we all dig into that cake, eh? It’s not every day we get to celebrate such a special occasion!”

The children cheered, the tension in the air lifting as quickly as it had come. But Sarah couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more going on beneath the surface of this whimsical world.

Amidst the laughter, the noisemakers, and the gentle hum of party chatter, a sob broke through the bubble of joy. It was small at first, almost lost beneath the din, but it grew steadily louder, a lonely cry cutting through the moonbase's celebratory atmosphere.

Sarah turned toward the sound, her eyes widening as she caught sight of the source—a child sitting off to the side, far from the large, inviting birthday cake and the brightly colored balloons. The boy was humanoid, but clearly not from Earth. His skin was a soft, bluish-gray, and ridges lined his forehead in symmetrical patterns, glowing faintly with an odd luminescence. His large, wet eyes, a deep violet color, shimmered with tears. Though he seemed around their age, perhaps a little younger, his face was a mask of sadness, his chest shaking with every sob.

Mr. McLune noticed, too. He always did. His cheerful face softened instantly as he pushed back his chair and floated over to the boy with a gentle swiftness that made him seem more like a dream than anything real. In moments, he was crouched beside the alien child, his arm draped lightly around his small, trembling shoulders.

"Hey now," Mr. McLune began, his voice a soft melody of warmth and reassurance, "what’s this? Tears at a birthday party? That just won’t do."

The alien boy didn’t look up at first. His hands were clenched tightly in his lap, and his voice came out in shaky bursts. “D-don’t walk away… please… d-don’t leave me alone. Not on my birthday,” he stammered between sobs. His accent was strange, a mix of high-pitched notes and low, guttural sounds, but the words came through clear enough. “You're going to leave me too, j-just like everyone else did."

Sarah’s heart twinged as she watched the boy’s pitiful face, streaked with tears. Tommy leaned in close to her and whispered, "Where do you think he’s from?"

"I don’t know," Sarah whispered back. "I’ve never seen anyone like him before."

They watched, wide-eyed, as Mr. McLune knelt before the alien child, his voice a soft balm for the boy’s bruised heart. “Oh now, what’s all this talk about leaving?” Mr. McLune’s eyes twinkled, his smile never wavering. “I don’t walk away from children. Not ever. No matter how mean they might be, no matter how big their tantrums are, or even if they’ve been rude to me. I’ll always be here, bringing wishes and joy. That’s my promise.”

The boy sniffled, wiping his nose with the back of his hand. His ridges pulsed a little brighter, and he peeked up at Mr. McLune, his violet eyes still shimmering. "R-really?" he asked, his voice hopeful but unsure.

"Really, really!" Mr. McLune said, beaming. He reached into his pocket and pulled out what looked like a small, glowing star—a brilliant, golden thing that shimmered in the alien boy's hand like a warm, comforting light. “And look at this! A little birthday star, just for you. Every time you feel sad, just hold it close and remember that you're never alone. I’m right here with you, always.”

The boy’s eyes widened at the sight of the glowing star, his fingers closing around it gently as if it were the most precious thing in the universe. The tears slowed, replaced by a small, shy smile creeping across his face. The ridges on his forehead glowed brighter now, pulsing with a faint, gentle light.

Sarah and Tommy watched, caught between awe and curiosity. The boy’s alien features, the ridges on his forehead, the glowing eyes—he was so different from anyone they had ever seen. What planet could he possibly be from? What kind of life had he lived before he ended up here, in Mr. McLune’s whimsical moonbase?

Tommy leaned closer to Sarah. “Do you think he’s… like us? I mean, from a world with parents and birthdays?”

“I don’t know…” Sarah said slowly, her eyes still fixed on the boy. “But it’s like he’s just as scared as we were when we first got here.”

“Yeah,” Tommy nodded, thoughtful now. “But Mr. McLune… he makes everyone feel better, doesn’t he?”

Before Sarah could answer, Mr. McLune stood back up, still smiling as the alien boy clutched his little glowing star. He ruffled the boy’s strange, blue hair and gave him a wink. “Now, how about you come join the rest of us, hmm? The cake is waiting, and it’s not every day you get to celebrate a birthday on the Moon!”

The boy nodded, his smile growing a little wider as he wiped away the last of his tears. Slowly, he stood up and followed Mr. McLune back toward the group, his star glowing softly in his hand.

Mr. McLune turned back to the crowd, his voice booming with playful enthusiasm. “Alright, everybody! Back to the party! After all, there’s no time to waste when you’re having fun!”

The children cheered, the atmosphere returning to its light, joyful tone, but Sarah and Tommy still felt the weight of what they had just witnessed. There was something deeper going on beneath the surface of this strange, happy world. Behind every smile, every piece of cake, there were stories—some happy, some sad, some darker than they could imagine. And somehow, Mr. McLune knew all of them. He knew how to make each child feel seen, understood, cared for.

But even in this paradise of endless birthdays, Sarah couldn’t help but feel the faintest hint of an unspoken truth, hovering just out of reach.

The wonders of Mr. McLune’s lunar world unfolded before Tommy and Sarah like pages from a dream they never wanted to end. Everywhere they turned, the impossible had become reality. Characters from Saturday morning cartoons—those familiar faces they'd only seen flicker across a black-and-white screen—now danced and laughed among the children, their antics as vivid and alive as the Moon itself.

With a flick of his wrist, Mr. McLune handed each of them a shimmering levitation belt, their strange, silvery buckles humming with energy. The moment they fastened it on, they were weightless, zooming across the Moon's surface with giddy abandon, soaring over craters, dipping between the colorful domes of the Moonbase, gravity forgotten.

Then came the tour of the stars. Mr. McLune, ever the cheerful guide, led them on a whirlwind journey, hopping from planet to planet like steppingstones. They watched the rings of Saturn shimmer with icy brilliance and waved to the mysterious, red-eyed inhabitants of Jupiter, all while Mr. McLune’s laughter echoed in the cosmos.

At the end of their journey, he introduced them to his friends—Mr. McMars, a jolly fellow with a bright orange face and a booming laugh, and Ms. Venus, whose gown shimmered like the morning star, her voice as soft as a lullaby. "These are my best pals in the galaxy," Mr. McLune said with a wink. "They throw the best parties this side of the solar system."

But none of it compared to the toy room. Deep in the Moon’s core, Mr. McLune led them to an impossibly vast chamber, filled floor to ceiling with every toy a child could imagine—trains, dolls, robots, and rocket ships—all alive with magic. It was a world of play, where wishes became real, and every corner held the promise of a new adventure.

As Tommy and Sarah returned to the party, their hearts still racing from the wonders they’d seen, a sudden chill crept into the air. The sound of laughter, balloons bouncing in the gentle lunar breeze, and cartoon characters dancing seemed to fade as an unmistakable voice—angry, loud, and too familiar—pierced the moonlit fantasy.

It was their father, Frank Randall. His voice, clear and sharp, echoed across the Moon’s surface, as though the distance between their two worlds had collapsed. "Where's my beer?"he barked, the slam of the front door reverberating like a distant thunderclap. "This whole country's goin' to hell.  My boss doesn't know a thing, but guess who pays for it?  Me!  And where the hell are those kids?“

Tommy froze. The joy, the sense of safety, evaporated in an instant. He looked at Sarah, who stood trembling beside him, her wide eyes reflecting the same fear he felt. The voice of their mother, Sue, followed, quieter but strained with tension. “Frank, calm down. Please. Just calm down for once…”

But Frank wasn’t listening. His voice grew louder, angrier, cutting through the magic like a knife. “I said where’s my beer, Sue?! And where the hell are Tommy and Sarah?”

The sounds of the Moon—the soft music, the laughter, the distant shimmer of the stars—were swallowed by the dark reality of their father’s fury. Tommy’s hands clenched into fists, his heart pounding in his chest. The Moon had felt like a refuge, a dream, but now it was collapsing around them, pulling them back into the nightmare they’d tried so hard to escape.

Sarah’s voice was barely a whisper. “Tommy… what are we going to do?”

Before he could answer, Mr. McLune appeared at their side, his ever-present smile faltering slightly as he glanced up at the sky, where the voice of Frank Randall still hung like a storm cloud. For the first time, there was a trace of concern in his eyes.

The party seemed to dim, the joy slipping away, as the reality of Earth—of their father—threatened to pull them back.

Liam's eyes was still fixed on the spot where Elijah had vanished. Annabelle could see the turmoil brewing inside him.

"Liam, what's going on?" Annabelle asked, placing a hand on his arm. "What did Elijah mean about your sister? "Liam's gaze snapped back to hers, his eyes haunted. "I thought she was dead," he whispered. "I thought I'd never find out what happened to her."

Annabelle's heart went out to him. She had no idea Liam was carrying around such pain.

"We'll find out what Elijah knows," Annabelle said, determination in her voice. "Together." Back at the library, Liam helped annabelle discover the hidden powers she never knew she had and thought her ancient spells that will come in handy in time of trouble. All Annabelle wants is to be there for him like he was for her.

Liam's eyes searched hers, then nodded curtly. "Midnight. I'll go alone."

Annabelle nodded, knowing better than to argue. But she couldn't shake the feeling that Elijah was hiding something sinister.

As the hours ticked by, Annabelle's anxiety grew. What would Elijah reveal at midnight? And what did it have to do with Liam's sister?

At midnight, Liam made his way to the old oak tree, his heart heavy with anticipation. Elijah was already there, his eyes gleaming in the moonlight.

"So, you want to know what happened to your sister," Elijah said, his voice low and husky.

Liam nodded, his jaw clenched.

Elijah's expression softened. "She's gone, Liam. I'm sorry he said blankly. But her death was not in vain. She was working to take down the Order from the inside."

Liam's eyes flashed with anger and grief. "Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

Elijah stepped closer, his voice barely above a whisper. "Because, Liam, I was trying to protect you. You were so consumed by your desire for revenge... I didn't want to lose you too he lied."

Liam's gaze searched Elijah's face, and for a moment, Annabelle's presence was forgotten. There was a quick flash of thunder light that glowed in Elijah's eyes, it made Liam's heart skip a beat, but Liam knows better than trusting Elijah's words.

But Liam pushed it aside, his mind reeling with the new revelation of his sister's death, his eyes was covered in tears, he stood in silence, mourning the loss of his baby sister.

Meanwhile, Annabelle was watching from the shadows, her heart aching for Liam's pain. She knew she had to be there for him, but Liam's over protectiveness wouldn't permit it.

All she wanted is to comfort him but all Liam wanted is to shield Annabelle from the baggage of his past and the dangers that lies in her future.

As the night wore on and the days passed by, Annabelle found herself torn to both Liam and Elijah, her feelings tangled in a web of confusion. Liam's brooding nature and haunted eyes drew her in, while Elijah's charming smile and mysterious gaze captivated her.

But as she delved deeper into uncovering the mysteries of the Order, Annabelle realized that both men were hiding secrets. Liam's past was marked by tragedy, while Elijah's true loyalties remained unclear.

One night, as they explored the ancient ruins of a long-forgotten castle, Annabelle stumbled upon a hidden chamber. Inside, she found a series of ancient artifacts and a mysterious scroll, there was something else a lock chain in a rusted iron box, the same one her grandma was buried with, she quickly hid the chain in her pockets from Liam and Elijah, turned, then waved the scroll in the air.

As she unrolled the scroll, she discovered another shocking truth: the Order was merely a pawn in a larger game, one that threatened the very fabric of their world.

She couldn't understand how the bad people  is a pawn in a larger game, if darkness is been toyed with, what then is more powerful than darkness itself? Who exactly is the mastermind of this dangerous game at play, she pondered fearing the world is eerily in a bigger danger than the prophesy revealed.

Elijah appeared beside her, his eyes gleaming with intensity. "Annabelle, we need to talk."

About what? She asked.

But before he could reveal more, Liam burst into the chamber, his eyes blazing with anger. "Elijah, what have you done?"

The air was charged with tension as the three stood there with, Liam furiously glaring at Elijah hiding a small smile at the corner of his lips while Annabelle looked innocently confused in the dance of the tension smoking in the chamber.

You don’t belong here.

I know.

You aren’t supposed to be here.

I know.

You weren’t supposed to make it this far.

I know.

But look around, you’re here.

I know.

Everyone said it wasn’t possible.

It was.

You thought it was going to be easier.

I did.

You’re so lost in fear, you can’t breathe.

I can’t.

But you can. Look around. Look at each of them. Look at them smiling. And laughing. They weren’t supposed to be here either.

But they are.

You’re not the only one that is lost. You’re not the only one that feels like they don’t belong. You’re not the only one that’s scared.

I know.

You fought so hard. You worked so hard. You pushed down the fear till you couldn’t breath. You sacrificed your past self for your future self. Don’t let it go to waste.

I won’t.

Fight. Fight over and over till it becomes second nature. Fight again till you can’t breathe. But don’t stop. Don’t stop fighting.

I wont’t.

Ice climbed up the window as the snowstorm that surrounded the kingdom raged on. Portland’s harshest winter yet, and they were right in the middle of it. The castle was cold, with temperature continuously dropping, the people were growing desperate. Handing out blankets, lighting all the fireplaces, gathering together in groups just to keep warm. Yet, they still couldn’t escape the frost that bit at their noses. All the subjects stayed at the lower levels of the castle, they left the many rooms dark and vacant. However, from the outside, the top window dimly shines through the blizzard night.

The Queen of Portland sat in a chair next to the poorly lit fireplace. She wore a long, short sleeved nightgown with a light blanket over her shoulders. She hummed a quiet tune as her slender fingers weaved thick needles through strands of yarn, twisting them together to make a larger fabric. A beautiful ruby red ring around her ring finger.

Her body shook violently beneath the cold, her hands numb and pale. Her breath was shaky and could be seen every time she exhaled. Goosebumps rose on the surface of her skin, they pricked her nerves, causing her to inhale through her teeth. Though her body appeared to be freezing, a wide grin spread across her face. She wore the thinnest clothes but it was the warmest she had ever been.

As the Queen continued knitting, a sound perked her ears and she froze. She listened more with a painfully revolting feeling that someone was watching her. She felt a prick in her neck, a feeling behind her back. Yet, she continued to nit. Her fingers painfully poked the needles together. They cracked when she bent them too much, and froze still when she didn’t move them enough. Even her smile seemed to be frozen in place.

That was until she heard a creak in the hallway.

She stopped. Her eyes instinctively looked towards the door. Her hands slowly lowering onto her lap, her smile shakingly disappearing. Her eyes blurring in and out, her breathing quickening. The thought of someone beyond the chamber doors.

Another creak and the Queen began to falter. Her eyes drew a dark color, masking the room in red. She sank into her chair and sucked in air through her teeth. Her ring finger throbbed in pain as she dropped the needle and thread. She watched as the ring began to tighten, the skin around it becoming purple and plump. Her heart beat in her ears and her body began to burn. Sweat uncomfortably soaking her neck, drawing down her dress. All she could do was stare at the tourniquet ring, fearfully watching it compress her slender finger. She almost screamed, opening her mouth for a lump to lodge into her throat. She choked on her tears, gasping for air.

Then a thump, a tink, and a drip…drip. Drip.

The Queen’s eyes widened, they pulsated at the finger that lay powerless on the ground. Her hands shook, blood leaking into her palm. The crimson red sinking down her arm, infecting its color onto her perfect dress. She heard nothing but a ring, not even her own breathing. Then she felt nothing but her own death. Forever isolation, and no one would care for her. That fear alone made her insane. She smiled again, a forced and frozen little giggle as she stared at her missing finger. The beauty of her uselessness, the art of her waste. It was so funny she laughed over and over. Tears running down her face. Hysterical at how she wanted to kill her husband, mad at how she wanted to burn the castle, desperate to destroy the lives of those who hated her. She wished for that chance, accepting her fate.

“Your Highness.”

The Queen blinked. She looked up to the chamber doors. The head maid had entered the room. Her glare trying to stab dominance on the Queen.

“Y-yes, what do you need?” The Queen frigidly asked.

“The King has demanded your presents.”

“Oh, yes. Of course, I will be down in a moment.”

The maid furrowed her brow, “He needs your presence Immediately!” Her voice raised.

The Queen paused, the two eyeing each other. One with great control, the other with failing confidence.

“Yes,” the Queen finally said, “I will be right there.”

The maid turned away, walking back into the hallway. The Queen swore she saw a smirk hidden behind the greed.

The Queen sighed, then, a short gasp escaped her lips as she stared. Her finger back on her hand as if nothing had ever happened, with the ring bound neatly around it.

So, this girl that I partnered with on a minor assignment suddenly decided to transfer classes without telling me, leaving me to do finish the project myself.

The assignment was small, so I was fine, but I would have at least liked a heads up from her before she transferred.

Other than that, everything’s fine at school.

Nvm, this bus is about to get majorly crowded.

Yeah- he was fun!

It was a Monday morning and it wasdrizzling outside. People were leaving for their work. Some were in their cars while others were waiting for the bus at the bus stand. ​​​​​​​

Rohit, a decent-looking, corporate worker, left for his office. He drove the car and looked around when a sudden glimpse of a girl made him stop his car. He looked at the girl in the mist and thought, “She seems to be her.”

He was still stuck in his thoughts when the girl looked at him and both had eye contact. The girl looked carefully at Rohit, who was sitting in the car. Rohit moved his eyes and started looking around, pretending he was not looking at her. His heart dropped when he saw the girl approaching his car. The visibility was improving as she was heading closer. The girl reached near the car, looked inside and smiled, “Rohit! What a pleasant surprise!”

Rohit smiled and exclaimed with a sudden feeling of joy, “Natasha! Is that you?"

“Yes, it's been so long.”

“It's raining. Come, sit inside the car. I will drop you,” Rohit said with some shyness.

“I don't want to be a burden on you. I will take the bus. I was going to college to get my degree,” Natasha said in a low voice.

“Don’t be stupid. Come inside. I will drop you,” Rohit insisted.

“Thank you," she said while she sat on the seat.

“It's been a long time since we have talked. Four years? What are you doing these days?” Rohit asked, slowly moving the car forward.

“Yes, it’s been long. I am preparing for government exams. It's such a headache. It is not easy to crack the exam with so much competition,” she replied in a low voice.

The drizzling was now a full-fledged rain. Natasha looked out of the window, “It has started raining fast. I haven't got any umbrella,” she said with a tense look on her face.

“Don't worry, I will drop you in front of the college and you can use my umbrella,” Rohit said in an assertive tone.

“Thank you, Rohit. You're still the same old Rohit who used to care and help everyone,” Natasha chuckled.

“Only I cared,” Rohit murmured.

“Did you say anything?” Natasha asked.

“Nothing,” Rohit said with a grin on his face, “Do you remember the first time we talked in school? You texted me, replying to some social media status of mine.”

“I don't remember. You still remember?” she said with a mysterious look on her face.

“Yes, I remember the exact words of that text. My face lit up when I saw your text as if I wanted to talk to you for ages and didn't know it myself,” he said with a nostalgic tone in his voice.

Natasha chuckled.

“How much I wanted you to be a part of my life, how much I wanted you to look at me the way I look at you. But some things are always out of your control,” Rohit murmured.

Natasha looked at Rohit in confusion, “Is everything alright?”

“I am curious to know if you remember anything about the time we spent in school?” he asked in a melancholic tone.

Natasha did not say anything. Rohit felt a heaviness in his heart.

They both did not speak for the next ten minutes. Rohit broke the silence, “I want to ask you something. It has been inside me for many years.”

“Sure, What do you want to ask?” she said curiously raising her eyebrows.

Rohit took a deep breath and said in a single breath, “Did you have anything for me at that time? I mean your texts were as if you had something for me.”

Natasha processed what just happened. After a few seconds, she said, “I..….. I don't know. You were an interesting guy in the school days, so focused on the work, and being reserved with yourself. Anyone would have been curious to text you.”

“There were many girls in the class and only you texted me and I already had a huge respect for you. It felt like I was on cloud nine. And you said that anyone would have been curious to text me. Not everyone is kind enough to text first. Not everyone is like you,” Rohit said in a soft tone.

“There is nothing special in this. I am as friendly with others as I was with you,” she said, raising her eyebrows in assertiveness.

The rain continued and Rohit looked into Natasha's eyes and asked with an emotional tone in his voice, “So, those few days when we had long conversations and exchanged texts were nothing?”

“I can't even understand how you took a few days of texts so seriously. Those were just out of curiosity. I never had the opportunity to talk to you much while in school as you were very reserved and confined to yourself. So I just texted out of curiosity. I generally like talking to new people and making new friends. That's it. What is so special in that?” she replied snarkily.

Rohit's hand started trembling, “I used to get up every morning with so much excitement. Your ‘Good morning’ texts would make my day. I used to leave all my college assignments undone just to talk to you. I forgot about my career plans while talking to you about yours. I used to be available for you all day. I remember once I skipped my lunch just because you were calling for some college assignment. I never felt so attached to any other girl in my life and you are saying what is so special in that? Everything about you is more than special for me,” he brooded over in his mind while looking at her.

“You are right. There was nothing special in that.” Rohit said in a low voice.

“Rohit, don't overthink anything. Being so emotional is not good,” Natasha said in a soft tone, “See, I was curious to know more about you, talk to you. But then…., “she paused with a mysterious look on her face.

“But then?” Rohit asked curiously.

“But then I got to know about your choices, your nature. How much I wanted you to be the guy I was looking for. But it was not to be,” she thought.

“What do you mean by ‘It was not to be’ ?” Rohit asked with a heaviness in his voice.

“I mean I got stuck in my career plans. I simply didn't have the time to talk to you. I wanted to. But it wasn't to be,” she said in a soft tone.

Meanwhile, they reached Natasha's college. Natasha stood up and started walking out of the car, “Won't you come with me?”

Before Rohit could reply, he got a call, “Yes sir. I am on the way. I will be reaching the office soon.”

Natasha out of the car with the umbrella.

“Seems you are getting late for the office. Bye, Rohit. See you.” Natasha said while opening the umbrella and walking towards the main gate of the college.

“Bye, Natasha,” Rohit said with a heaviness in his voice.

Rohit continued to look at Natasha, who gradually got farther and ultimately disappeared.

As he was thinking about her, his phone started ringing. He took the phone out and checked who it was. It was not Natasha's call.

“Why was I expecting her call? Why would she even call? Why am I thinking so much about her? I know that she considers me just her friend but even then I…..” He pondered over while the call got cut.

Rohit got out of his car and started remembering all the good memories of Natasha and him. His mind wandered back to the days when Natasha would be excited to talk to him. He was reminded of the days when Natasha would wake up only after texting him “Good Morning” and would sleep only after texting him “Good night” when he would wake up feeling excited to talk to her.

“The time has changed, and so has Natasha. I wish she could be mine. I should have expressed my feelings to her on that farewell night,” He muttered to himself, in the rhythmic pattering of rain he could feel falling on him.

The rain poured down on him, soaking his clothes and hair. He stood there, umbrella-less, feeling the raindrops mix with his tears.

Just as he was starting to walk away, his phone rang again.

"Hello?" he said, his voice barely above a whisper, “Yes, Peter. I won't be coming to the office today.”

The rain continued to pour down upon him, but Rohit didn't move. He just stood there, alone, wondering what could have been if only Natasha had liked him back.

Maggie's POV

When master told me to get ready I was scared. I knew this day would come and he would start treating me like a real slave and I was terrified. I sighed but got dressed and walked down taking my spot at the table. My breakfast was placed in front of me and I waited on him to tell me I could eat. He nodded and I started and by time I finished it was time to leave. Master walked over to me and clipped a collar around my neck and I flinched from him.

"Sorry cold hands" I mumble

"It's alright. They are rather cold" He says

He clips on the leash and I tense.

"it will come off as soon as we make it to my office" He tells me

"Yes Sir" i say bowing my head

he nods and we get in the car and we drive to a huge building. When we arrive Master parks the car and we head inside. We make it to his office and he removes the leash like promised.

"The collar has to stay while we are here." He tells me

I nod and look around. I walk over to the huge window and I see the beach and I smile softly.

"It's pretty" I mumble

"It is a nice view. Would you like me to place a small table there so you can see out?" He asks

I look at him and nod softly and smile. Jessie walks in and I smile and run over to her and hug her. She giggles and hugs me back tightly.

"Jessie could you take Maggie to look for furniture for her corner? And get her a tablet and phone" Master says

"Of course. Come on sunshine. Let's go put a dent into that black card" she says taking my hand

I look at master and he nods and I leave with Jessie. By time we got back four hours had passed and we walked back in his office carrying so many bags. I put them down and pulled out a box for Master and walked over to him placing it on his desk. He looks up at me and opens the box and smiles. He pulls out a silver tie and chuckles.

"Thank you pet. I love it" He says

"Your welcome. and thank you for letting Jessie take me out. Could we go to the beach sometime? I asked Jessie but she said we didn't have time today" I say

"Maybe this weekend" He says

"Ok" I whisper

"Now what all did you buy?" He asks me

"Well Jessie is having some guys bring my desk and chair in now. I bought a tablet and phone and some drawing supplies and some stuff to make my corner my own. And Jessie made me buy clothes while we were out" I tell him hoping he wouldn't get mad for spending so much

"Ok good. I will send you with her again soon to actually buy clothes and things for your room"" He tells me

"could we paint my room purple?" I ask

"Sure" He says

He starts looking through the bags and pulls out cigs and I froze when he glared at me.

"What is this?" He asks

"They are Jessie's. She dropped them in cause our hands were full" I tell him

"Pet do not lie to me. Jessie doesn't smoke" He shouts at me

I whimper and step back and before I knew it I was being bent over the desk and he was spanking me hard.

"stop please" I begged

He continued and then we hear a gasp. I was sobbing and struggling to get away.

"What the hell?" Jessie snaps

"She lied says the cigs I found were yours" He hisses at my trembling figure

"Lucian your moron. They are mine. I started smoking months ago." She screeches

Lucian's POV

I look down at my pet in horror. Her trembling figure was struggling against my hold. I pulled back and she fell to the ground and she scrambled away from me quickly. Jessie picked her up and glared at me.

"You should have just asked Lucian. Now all the trust you have built up is gone. I'm taking her home with me for the week" Jessie says

"No Jessie you aren't. She is my slave and I will deal with it. Now place her down and you may leave" I say daring her to argue with me

She sighs and leaves and I walk over to Maggie and she scrambles away from me. I walk over and yank her up and I growl.

"Do not run from me slave. You belong to me" I snarl

She whimpers and hangs her head. I pack up for the day and slip a collar and leash on Maggie and we head home with all the bags.

MAGGIE'S POV

I didn't understand why he was being so mean now. I was hurting and scared. When we got back home Master pulled me out and we went inside. He sat down and I kneeled by his feet.

"Go to bed" He snarls

I jump up and run to my room and close the door. I change clothes and slip in bed and closed my eyes. I don't know when i fell asleep but I was woke up by my door slamming open. Master walked up to me and yanked me out of bed. He bent down and sank his fangs in my neck and I screamed from the pain. I don't know how long her drank from me but when he was done he pushed me away and walked out closing the door. I cried and crawled in the bathroom starting the water in the tub. The bedroom door opened again and Master came in the bathroom dragging me to my bed. He pushed me down and tied me to the bed. Next thing I knew he was ripping my clothes from my body and he gagged me with my panties. He spread my legs and smirked and he slammed his cock in me. I screamed feeling my virginity being ripped from me. He fucked himself into me hard and fast til he was done and when he was done he untied me and smirked and left. I crawled into the bathroom and into the tub and cried. I seen my razor so i pulled out a blade and started cutting my arms, legs and my wrists. I sighed and laid back closing my eyes.

Master's POV

I sighed laying in bed. I couldn't believe i treated her like that. I felt so bad. I called Jessie and sighed when she answered.

"Jess I'm sorry" I tell her

"I know Lu. It's ok. Did you feed to help?" She asks

"i did but then i drank from Maggie. I over drank and I hurt her Jess. I really hurt her" I say crying into the phone

My door opens and Jess hangs up running over to me. She hugs me and I cry into her shoulder.

"Lu baby it's ok. She will forgive you. It was a accident. It's going to bed ok" She tells me

"I'm gonna check on her. Could you fix her some dinner?" I ask

She nods and leaves and I head to Maggie's room. When I open the door she isn't in bed so I walk in the bathroom and stop in my tracks.

"Jess" I roar

I scoop Maggie out of the rub and wrap her in a towel.

"Maggie baby come on breathe" I say

Jess runs in and gasps and gets to work helping me.

"I call John." Jess says

About ten minutes later John runs in and gasps. He gets to work and heals her right up and I carry her to my bed and I take a seat by the window. The next morning she wakes up she looks around and I walk over to her. She scrambles back and I sigh.

"Maggie. I'm sorry. I drank to much. I'm so sorry I hurt you" I tell her

She looks terrified and I sigh. Jess walks in and smiles seeing maggie. Maggie scrambles over to her and hides behind her and I groan and hang my head.

"Maggie go to your Master. I'm leaving" Jessie tells her

She whimpers and Jessie glares. Maggie comes over and kneels in front of me and Jessie winks and leaves.

"I'm sorry" Maggie whimpers

I sigh and lean down and pick her up placing her in my lap.

"It's ok baby. I'm sorry I hurt you." I tell her

"It's ok daddy" She says looking up shyly at me

I smirk and wink at her and she blushes bright pink.

1️⃣It started with a text, the necessity, the curiosity of not knowing; perhaps a soul to be fed, a anhelo to be fulfilled? Expectations without motivations, excitement by just seeing a word , a connection, a unconventional love; a move, an indication, a connection that indicates a motivation.

Unbelievable but achievable. Hit respond. And wait.

Perhaps I should forget it.

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