Novels by StarsTouch pen

꧁♡ 𝔉𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔨 ♡꧂The chair was uncomfortable. I leaned back anyway, one arm resting loosely against it, my fingers tapping lightly as my gaze drifted across the room without really focusing on anything. The police station smelled like stale air and paperwork, a mix that didn’t change no matter where you went. Officers moved in and out, going about their routine like this was just another day, another problem to deal with before moving on to the next. To them, it probably was. To me, it was just a delay.Across from me, the men from earlier didn’t look as relaxed. Their clothes were still disheveled, their expressions tight, irritation sitting heavy on their faces like they hadn’t expected things to go this way. Bruises were already forming, some darker than others, a few cuts still fresh enough to show exactly how things had gone for them. They kept looking at me, like they were waiting for something, an apology, a reaction, anything at all, but they weren’t getting it.“So you’re

꧁♡ 𝓣𝓲𝓶♡꧂“Tim!”The voice cut through the noise around me, sharp and familiar, and before I could fully process it, someone was already in front of me, closing the distance in seconds as I tried to stand from the floor. Strong arms steadied me before I could lose my balance completely, pulling me upright when the floor felt like it was still spinning under my feet. Frank. I didn’t need to look twice to know it was him. His grip was firm, one hand at my back, the other holding my arm like he was making sure I wouldn’t drop right there, his presence cutting through the chaos around me in a way nothing else could.“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice low but urgent, his eyes scanning my face quickly before settling on the back of my head where the pain was still pulsing.I nodded, even though everything still felt like it was shifting slightly around me. “I’m fine,” I said, my voice not as steady as I wanted it to be. “I just need a second.”He didn’t look convinced, but he didn’t

꧁♡ 𝓣𝓲𝓶♡꧂I had just finished attending to my last patient for the shift when a nurse hurried toward me, her steps quick, her expression tight like something had just gone wrong. “Doctor Tim,” she called, slightly out of breath. “There’s an emergency case. Construction accident. They just brought him in.” I didn’t ask anything else. I nodded once and moved immediately.Whatever thoughts I had earlier, whatever had been sitting at the back of my mind since the café, it all got pushed aside without effort. The emergency ward was already active when I got there, nurses moving quickly, voices overlapping.The patient was on the bed, barely conscious, his breathing uneven, his body covered in dust and blood like he had been pulled straight out of the site without proper cleaning. His clothes were torn in places, his skin bruised, and there was a deep cut along his side that hadn’t stopped bleeding properly. I stepped closer without wasting time, my focus narrowing immediately. “What

꧁♡ 𝓣𝓲𝓶♡꧂I stopped by a café near the hospital to get coffee and a few treats for myself and the others before heading in again. It had become something I did without thinking, a routine that made things easier when the day ahead was going to be long and exhausting and besides I never got to drink the coffee that Sheila brought for me. The place wasn’t too crowded, just enough people to keep the line moving slowly, and I stood there waiting for my turn, already knowing what I was going to order.I didn’t expect to see her.“Tim?”I turned, and there she was.Laura.For a second, I just looked at her, trying to process it properly because the last thing I had heard was that no one knew when she would be back. Eric had said it like it wasn’t something he had control over, like it was uncertain, and yet here she was standing right in front of me like nothing had changed.“Laura,” I said, a little surprised, my brows pulling together slightly. “You’re back?”She smiled, calm and easy

꧁♡ 𝔉𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔨 ♡꧂Peter had sent me the address earlier.Jacques’ house.It was supposed to be simple. I show up, we talk, he gives me the construction rights, and I finally get to settle things properly in New York without having to keep shifting pieces around like I’ve been doing for months now. It wasn’t even about ambition at this point, it was about control, about having something stable in a place that clearly didn’t want to give me that easily. Jacques had the kind of influence that made things smoother, quieter, less messy, and once he agreed, everything else would fall into place without much resistance.That was the plan, before everything got ruined.Before Kagemoto Kazama decided to get involved.I exhaled slowly as I drove, my fingers tapping lightly against the steering wheel in a steady rhythm that didn’t match the way my thoughts were moving. It was trying to piece together something that was already obvious but still didn’t sit right.The meeting had failed.Not just

꧁♡ 𝓣𝓲𝓶♡꧂I couldn’t stop thinking about it.No matter how many times I tried to push it to the back of my mind, it kept coming back, replaying in small fragments that didn’t even make sense on their own but still managed to sit heavy in my chest. The mail. The way Frank had said it so casually, like it wasn’t something that should have shaken me the way it did. Like it was just a fact, something obvious, something I should have already known.But I didn’t.And that was the problem.I stood in the corner of the staff room, my fingers loosely wrapped around the edge of the table, staring at nothing in particular while my mind ran in circles. I could still hear his voice, the way it had dropped slightly when he said it, the way his expression had changed just enough for me to notice even if he didn’t make a big deal out of it.“You’re repaying him for saving your life by letting him walk over you and kissing you… yeah right, I saw the mail of the two of you kissing that you sent.”I

Noah’s POVThe cold air hit me the second I stepped out of the small store. I didn’t even bother to put the change into my pocket; it sat crumpled in my palm with the water bottle pressed against it. My only thought was River. He had looked pale when I left him by the car, his hands still trembling after everything that had just happened inside that house.I knew he’d never admit how shaken he was, but I could see it in his eyes. The haunted way he stared at walls, the way his fingers rubbed against his jeans like he was grounding himself. He was strong, stronger than anyone gave him credit for but I still wanted to do something, even if it was just to bring him water.I quickened my steps, my heart lighter at the thought of putting the bottle in his hand, seeing that small, grateful smile he gave me even in the darkest moments. For a second, just a second, life felt normal.Then everything shattered.I heard it before I saw it, the screech of tires, sharp and violent, tearing through

Daniel’s POVThe flashing red and blue lights of the squad car washed over the front of the house, painting everything in hard color. Marcus was in the back seat, still yelling, though the closed door muffled his voice. An officer slammed the door shut and walked around to the driver’s side. Another officer gave me a nod, a silent acknowledgment that they’d take it from here.I watched the car pull away, taillights glowing in the dark. My fists were still clenched. My chest felt tight. I could still see Marcus’s face in my mind, the grin, the way his eyes had locked onto River. Even with his hands cuffed, he’d tried to twist toward River like he couldn’t help himself.I turned to where River stood near the porch steps. His arms were wrapped around himself. He looked small under the flickering light, like he was holding himself together by force.I moved to him slowly, not wanting to startle him. “It’s over,” I said quietly. My voice felt rough in my throat.River nodded, but his eyes

River’s POV The whole ride over felt like I was holding my breath. Christian had gotten the trace back faster than I thought possible, one second he was typing on his laptop, eyes flicking across the screen, and the next he was turning to Daniel and Noah with a location. He didn’t say much, just rattled off an address in a clipped tone, like he’d been waiting for this moment. Daniel had grabbed his coat. Noah had given me a look that said he wasn’t going to let me go alone. And before I could even process it, we were in the car. I sat in the back seat, squeezed between Noah and my own thoughts, staring out at the passing streets. The city lights blurred against the window. I tried not to think about the text still glowing on my phone. I know where you are. My hands wouldn’t stop shaking. I kept them shoved deep in my jacket pockets so nobody would see. Noah kept glancing at me, his knee bouncing slightly. Daniel was in the front, arms tight across his chest. Christian drove with bo

River’s POVThe air in the cabin was filled with tension after I said yes. Like the walls had shifted closer, sealing me in with a decision I couldn’t take back. My phone sat on the table between us, harmless in appearance, but my entire chest ached looking at it.Christian gave me a slow nod, the kind that carried quiet reassurance. He wasn’t warm exactly, but there was something steady about him, something that made me feel like he wasn’t just here out of duty.“I’ll need your consent in writing,” he said, already pulling a small form from his bag. “It’s just to confirm you’re aware of what I’ll be doing and that you’re authorizing me to monitor incoming activity.”I stared at the paper like it was heavier than stone. Consent. The word made me pause. Because how many times had I felt like my choices weren’t mine anymore? How many times had someone else pushed me into corners until the only answer was yes?But this time was different. I was still scared, but I was choosing it. I had

River’s POVThe morning light pushed through the curtains, soft and hazy, like it was trying not to disturb me. I sat at the edge of the bed with my hands pressed together, staring at the floor. My body felt heavy, but it wasn’t from sleep, it was from everything weighing down my chest. The message. Daniel’s reaction. And now this meeting with Christian.I rubbed my face and let out a breath. My stomach had been twisting since Daniel suggested it yesterday. It wasn’t that I disagreed. I knew he was right. If someone could trace the texts, if someone could finally put an end to this sick game, then I had to allow it. Still, the thought of giving my phone over to someone else, letting them see parts of me I didn’t even share out loud, it made me restless.The sound of water running in the bathroom pulled me back. Noah had insisted on coming with me today. He didn’t say it directly, but I knew why—he didn’t trust Daniel completely, and he didn’t trust me around Daniel either. That jealou

River’s POVI couldn’t keep still.The apartment was too quiet, too tight, too heavy. I sat on the edge of the couch, elbows on my knees, staring at the wall like it had answers. The lamp cast a weak yellow glow over the room, but it felt dim compared to the storm in my head. My fingers kept twitching, opening and closing, as if my body needed to do something, anything, instead of just sitting there.Noah had gone into the bedroom a while ago, maybe to change, maybe to breathe, I didn’t know. He had this way of pulling back when he was too quiet, and I didn’t want to push him, not tonight. I already felt like I was asking too much of him.I kept hearing Daniel’s voice in my head. The way he leaned across the table earlier, telling me we’d meet someone who could help. Someone who could trace the messages, dig into them, and maybe, finally, give me an answer. His confidence had steadied me for a moment, but now that I was alone, the weight of it all came crashing back.Two stalkers. One

The candle flames in Esmeralda’s chamber burned low, throwing slow shadows across the stone walls. The night had come quietly, but her mind was far from calm. She stood near the tall window that overlooked the Ironmoon grounds, her arms folded across her chest as she watched the guards patrol below. Their footsteps were steady, predictable, and obedient. Everything in this pack moved according to rules she understood. That was why she chose Ironmoon as her base. Order made manipulation easier.Her thoughts drifted again to the council meeting earlier that day. The faces of the elders, their murmurs of concern, their careful words about the Silvermark Alpha’s growing madness and his failure to find Princess Dana’s killer. They all pretended it was only about justice and stability, but Esmeralda knew the truth. Power was shifting, and fear followed power like a shadow. The Alpha was weakening. His curse was consuming him slowly, and the council could see it. They just did not yet see h

The council room had emptied, leaving Esmeralda alone with the lingering scent of ink, wax seals, and old stone. The torches along the walls flickered, casting long, dancing shadows across the maps that sprawled across the table. The maps themselves were her playground, her tools, each line and symbol a potential weapon or leverage point. Her fingers traced the borders of Silvermark’s territory, the minor packs surrounding it, the roads, the rivers, and the hidden valleys. Each line sparked a calculation, a possibility, a plan that only she could see.Her thoughts drifted, as they often did, to her past. She could still remember the night her pack fell. The snow had been thick, muffling the sounds outside until the first screams shattered the silence. Her father’s voice calling her name, the sound of claws and teeth, the fire that swallowed their home… She had tried to protect her mother, tried to shield her siblings, but the invaders were relentless. She had watched as her parents we

The candlelight in the council chamber had long since faded, leaving the room bathed in the faint glow of moonlight spilling through the high windows. Shadows danced over the walls, twisting and stretching like silent observers, as if the chamber itself were listening to the whispered plots that still hung in the air.Esmeralda sat at the head of the table, her fingers intertwined, eyes fixed on the darkened window, but her mind was not on the moonlight. It never was. It was on every move, every player, every thread that could be manipulated to bring Silvermark crumbling into her hands.Her uncle, Elder Herold, leaned against the edge of the table, arms crossed, watching her with the patience of someone who had guided her since childhood. He had raised her after the Silvermark Alpha’s pack had taken everything from her—her family, her home, her life. And now, he remained the one steady piece in the chaos of her plotting. Yet even he could not see the full scope of her mind. She liked

The council chamber smelled of wax and aged wood, a quiet tension hanging over the long oak table where the members had gathered. Candlelight flickered, casting long, wavering shadows across the walls and the faces of the wolves who served her loyally—or at least, who believed they did. Esmeralda’s fingers tapped lightly against the polished surface, her mind moving faster than her lips could ever speak. Every detail mattered. Every expression counted. Every pause was a trap.Her uncle, Elder Herold, sat across from her, hands clasped and eyes calm, though she could feel the anticipation thrumming beneath his composure. He had always been her guide, her advisor, the one who had raised her when the world had abandoned her. And now, like always, he was a pillar she could lean on—but she could not let him see how much she leaned. Not completely. Not yet.“Alpha Vaelthorn is faltering,” she began, her voice low but commanding, carrying easily through the room. “He has yet to catch his sis

Esmeralda stood alone in her chambers, staring at her reflection in the tall bronze mirror beside the window. The light from the afternoon sun crept in slowly, touching her pale skin and the dark silk of her gown, but it did nothing to warm the coldness inside her chest.Her fingers tightened around the edge of the table as memories pressed against her mind like unwanted guests. No matter how many days passed, the image of Princess Dana still lived in the corners of her thoughts, sharp and unforgiving.She did not regret what had happened.Not truly.Regret was for the weak, for those who hesitated. Esmeralda had never been weak. She had learned long ago that power was never given freely, it had to be taken quietly and without mercy. Princess Dana had stood in her way for too long. Always watching her. Always correcting her. Always reminding her that she was nothing more than a lady of the court and not the queen she believed she should be.Dana had seen too much.And that was her gr

Fredrick did not like running errands in daylight.Darkness hid sins better. Darkness made men like him feel less seen, less judged. But Esmeralda had asked him to go now, not later, and when Esmeralda asked for something, Fredrick obeyed without question. His loyalty to her was not gentle. It was sharp. It was dangerous. It was the kind of devotion that did not ask whether something was right or wrong. It only asked whether it pleased her.He pulled the hood of his cloak lower as he left the inner paths of the pack and moved toward the forest road that led away from the main settlement. The path to the abandoned cottage was narrow and forgotten, swallowed by tall weeds and cracked stones. Few wolves traveled that way anymore. It led to nothing but rot and silence.Which made it perfect.Fredrick’s boots crushed dry leaves as he walked. The wind whispered through the trees, brushing against his cloak like curious fingers. His mind, however, was far from the forest. It was with Esmeral