luna hale and paul donelly


I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE.
and all i can say is: it delivered.

all my expectations were not only met, they were surpassed with flying colors!!!!!
from the moment i’ve read that scene in SKOP where luna goes to that sleepover, that cruel fucking scene, all i wanted was for her to find real love. real friendship (outside of her family)
AND SHE DID. so proud of my girlie!
also, it’s a hale book, i’ll forever read hale books like they’re treasure, gold. my family is forever with me.


The story does not begin with my first breath on Earth. I’ve started at the part that matters the most to me. May you discover something of worth in this text; I hope it finds you well. Somewhere far, far away, Luna Hale

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Makes sense. That’s all he wants to be towards me. Xander’s dad. I’m no one special to Loren Hale. Never will be. He keeps making that point.

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I love the feeling of being swept away into a different world, sometimes so unlike the one I live in. If I could stay inside my books and my fics, maybe everything would be better. Life would make more sense. Right now, nothing really does.

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If there were a cupid hierarchy, my mom would be at the very top. She has set soul mates in motion multiple times by unintentionally helping them cross paths. It’s a subconscious gift. One of her many superpowers.

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I can’t be the reason Donnelly’s whole life implodes, and though I’m not sure the extent of my dad’s dislike of Donnelly and whether it’s a petty thing, a protective thing, or something more personal, I’m almost positive he’d go ballistic if he found out about our hookup.

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“How many universes are there?” “An infinite number.” Infinite us. I look her over. “How many universes aren’t against us, you think?” “Knowing my luck, probably all but one.”

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“Here you go, love.” She sinks her teeth into the tortilla. Sauce dribbles down her chin, and he wipes it up for her too. She’s blushing, and he even plants a kiss on her cheek before giving her a wet willy. “Lo!” she squirms, laughing. He grins, looking over at her lovingly while he eats his hard-shell taco too. They share the kind of dreamy, soul mate love that feels destined for few.

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Most people say that Loren Hale is sharp like a dagger. But I’ve always thought my dad is more like a lightsaber. Wielded only against enemies. Boiling hot, able to strike right through and cauterize the wound so you’re forced to look down and see what he’s done. And I believe he’s good.

If anything, my parents make me feel like I do fit among them, even if I don’t fit anywhere else.

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“You say he doesn’t respect you, but I doubt he’d ever want to be with me because of you.” It’s in this moment that my dad knows, for certain, I have a crush on Paul Donnelly, but that crush will largely always remain a crush. And it’s because of him.

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“This is frustrating as fuck.” “Why?” I ask again. “Because you two should be together!” he shouts, pissed. “Because the only thing keeping you apart is her dad. A father—my father-in-law, who trusts me when I tell him shit except when I vouch for your character.” “Parents don’t like me. It is what it is, man. Always has been.”

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He never judges me, and sometimes, most times, it feels like I’ve found the planet with the perfect amount of gravity. Like I’m neither glued to the ground nor floating in the clouds. The perfect in-between.

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The way he’s looking at me—it has no name that I can justly describe. But for you, unearthly reader, I’ll try. It is knotted heartstrings and centuries of longing. It is stars you wish upon and hopes yet to come undone. It is the end and also just the beginning.

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Donnelly is drinking in my frame. He’s looking at me like I’m worthy of adoration, not hatred. Like I truly am a beautiful queen that he found on some faraway planet. Like he can’t believe he’s in my atmosphere, and my heart fills all over again.

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GOAL: Make Loren Hale My Best Friend Hardest goal I’ve ever created in my life? Checks out. Especially given the fact that I slept with his daughter.

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“What are we, space babe? It’s been written in the stars. And this—it can never be unwritten.”