Bajo La Misma Estrella Novels & Stories

“I’ll be your mirror. I’ll show you her, whenever you need to see.” That night, under the same impossible blanket of stars, they lay on a blanket on the terrace. Sabatine pointed out constellations, not with a spy’s precision for navigation, but with a poet’s wonder at the stories. Her voice was soft, her body loose and pliant beside him.

“She would have liked you.” One night they lay on the upper deck after dinner, blanket beneath them, pillows propped behind their backs. The sky was thick with stars. Elena pointed. “That one,” she said. “The bright one. What’s it called?” “Sirius,” he answered. “The dog star.” She smiled. “Fitting.” He turned his head to look at her. “You’re not afraid of the dark out here.” “Not tonight,” she said. He shifted closer until their shoulders touched. She rested her head on his arm. He wrapped it around her, hand settling on her waist, light, steady. They stayed like that, breathing in rhythm with the waves, watching the sky turn.

He asked, his voice growing tired. She didn't answer and chose to look up to the star. A memory of her and Jack laying out under the stars on The Morning Star flashed through her mind. Jason steered telling them stories about the stars and their patterns. She followed the stars till she found ursa major and then the north star just as Jason and Jack had taught her. It had stayed with her all these years. She learned much about the stars and the night sky sailing on many trips with Gavin but this was one of her favorite teaching memories. Jack watched her face as she looked at the stars different emotions passing over it. He wondered what she could possibly be thinking of. The pain in his sh

Tinh Ngoc believes that she and Dinh Quan have enough love, tolerance, and trust to go through this life together. The night was thick, only the stars and the shimmering moon shone in the night sky, leisurely watching the world. Just like them, life ups and downs and full of storms, their love is always present and beautiful like the starlight of the dark night. **** In the morning, to compensate Tinh Ngoc for the loss of strength in the “battle” last night, Dinh Quan took her to a luxury restaurant. Then they said goodbye to each other at the gate of university A.

Tiny diamonds formed a ring of stars, cradling a silver crescent in the center. My breathing stopped. I had sketched that design when I was fifteen, in the corner of my old sketchbook. The day Ryan confessed to me, he had pointed at that drawing, his voice shaking. “Jane, one day when I have money, I’ll make this for you. “Stars always stay beside the moon. “Just like I’ll never break my promise to you.” Now he had finally made it. He just put it on someone else. On screen, Wendy touched the pendant at her collarbone and smiled shyly.

Alessandro repeated under his breath, like a curse. And then — just like that — the air shifted again. From lunch. To business. To blood. As it always did.

What had I expected from an Alpha who left me for dead twice in one moon? The packhouse throbbed with life. Laughter echoed off timber beams. Azure and gold banners hung from rafters—symbols of spring births. An oak arch framed the entrance, carved with words that stopped my breath: "Blessings Upon the Heir Luca Ashford." Not merely Lysandra 's pup-blessing. Tonight marked the second turning of our mating. The anniversary of when Leon marked me beneath the full moon. Not a single white iris—blooms I had planted myself—graced any corner.

The same stars above us. "Fifty years," Declan says, shaking his head. "Who would have thought?" "I wouldn't have," Harvey admits. "I didn't think I'd see thirty." "None of us did," I say. "But here we are." Declan reaches for my hand. Harvey reaches for the other. We sit there, the three of us, under the stars. "The same stars," I say. "Sirius, still there." "Always north," Declan says. "Always home," Harvey adds.

But once we’re all inside, with Stella strapped into her car seat, we can start getting away from the Flagstaff pack territory, and back to the safety of home. “So,” I ask, once we’re safely on the road, “what’s this about being a Star Twin?” “A Star Twin happens when a shifter gets enough power to let their inner wolf live permanently alongside them, rather than within them.” “But…” I try to think of a way to say this delicately. “You’re not a wolf.” Ayala shrugs, a twinkle in her eye. “Most of us aren’t what we seem on the surface. For example, you’re an Omega, but you’re also a Luna with unmatched celestial magic. Am I right?”

The night was a tapestry of stars, scattered across the velvety sky like shimmering pearls on black silk. The wind whispered through the palace courtyard, carrying with it the cool breath of the desert that melted against the warmth of the stone walls. Inayat sat beneath the open sky, her shawl wrapped snugly around her shoulders, her gaze fixed on the stars. She had become familiar with their constancy, their quiet brilliance in the vast, uncertain night. There was a peace in the heavens that escaped her own world, one filled with turmoil, choices, and a future uncertain. The stars, though, they always remained — timeless, patient, and steady.