A Tale Of A Thousand Star Novels & Stories

A celestial entity fated to fade every fifty years. A falling star. A fallen star, whose descent grants desires—a cosmic dance of wish-fulfillment that unfolds without fail, an intricately woven performance that defies time. Just as I fade, I am reborn—a tapestry woven anew. This cycle persists, relentless as the march of time. Humans, like stars, bear the burden of mortality. Born to perish, stars and beings alike. We explode, we fall, we rise—our existence a catalyst for dreams, our descent a catalyst for hope.

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He finishes with a tremble in his voice. "Oh my God! Poor girl!" I look at my mother as she walks over to me and puts a hand on my shoulder in comfort. My dad rolls his eyes at the story, at how pathetic the big and bad gang looks and how I look over one simple girl. She isn't simple at all, though. She is a star that shines brighter than the sun. ************************************************************** Most of us are still in the living room, desperately waiting for news about her: Ethan, Damien, Zander, Connor, and myself.

“But just know this is all you’re getting for a few days. I have a business trip.” He watched as she slowly crawled towards the bowl, shaking with each movement. Hanging her head low, her dry and matted hair hanging around her hollow face. Most of it had fallen out from malnutrition, but what she did have was a single, giant, tangle that could never be undone. As she reached the bowl, she sat down and looked at the man.

It seems everyone could read beyond her present state. “There’s nothing much to say aside from that my dad’s company went through a terrible financial stroke due to a failed project and our competitor bought our company,” she said in one go and took a bite from her donut “Oh my, this donut is so good” she made a satisfying sound and continues eating.

he said slowly as if he was talking to a child. I scrunched my nose at him and stared back at the sky full of stars, “Cassiopeia, that’s my favorite one. I even named the main character of my story with that.” I said with a smile, as I pictured her smiling brightly at me. “That was a good one too!” he said happily, “they’re beautiful” I said as I put my hands up high as if I can grab the stars with my hands. “You’re beautiful too” he whispered, and I looked back in his direction and saw him staring at me.

A triangle of stars that branched out from a single point in the middle. Tove stumbled as he crossed over the threshold of his room. "Do that again," he whispered against my ear. I didn't know exactly what he was talking about, but I pushed more of my power out into the web of stars in my mind. He shuddered against me. "Yes. That." I did it again as he eased me to my feet. Hands came up from behind me, pulled on my clothes. Tove's shaking hands dealt with the front zipper of my sports bra.

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Blood seeped through my fingers, but still, I forced myself to reach for another glass. Lorenzo finally lost it. He stood up and grabbed my wrist, saying mockingly, "Elena Bianchi, when you used every dirty trick to marry me, did you ever imagine a day like this? Wagging your tail like a dog for a few thousand dollars?" Hearing this, my expression didn't change. I just said calmly, "That's 999 glasses. Wire the money to my account." Lorenzo said nothing as he looked at me with a complicated expression.