Be My Own Star Novel Novels & Stories

Alec and Eric answer in unison, before Cain had a chance to speak. I smile at the enthusiasm the answer held, I had never been wanted before and this felt nice. “What?! How the hell are you going to help Hadley? They change into huge, strong wolves and fight huge strong wolves. What do you plan to do? Be bait?” Zylith bolted off the couch, arms flailing about in anger at my declaration. “Zylith you should sit.” I look up from my fiddling hands, I have decided to share this with her. I told complete strangers, all be it weird ones with secrets of their own. I should be able to share this with my best friend.

Yup, Aaron will have his own book (Book 3) after the Beta´s book and the story would pick up after we concluded Gavin and Alia´s story so it would be crucial to have a glimpse of this part as we continue to Aaron's story. I would also like to take this opportunity to thank every one of you for reading this book. Your comments, the good and the bad were my motivation to continue, even the way you hated Alia was a good indication for me. I never intend to have perfect characters, so hating them means I was doing something right.

And then she poured the lighter fluid over my books, one by one, before setting them on fire while I watched. I only managed to save this one—my favourite. It’s the story of a boy no one ever loved. A boy everyone ignored, spat on, forgot. But he grows up and saves the world from hunger with nothing but his wit and heart. I used to think he was just a character. But now… now I see myself in him. I want to be like him. I want to prove that I’m not useless. That maybe, one day, I can be something to the world.

This book has found you for a reason. Or maybe fate has led you here. So buckle up, sit back, grab some popcorn and relax as I take you on this chaotic ride that is going to change your life forever. I will tell you how I became a trillionaire, got revenge on my enemies and had the most eligible and richest bachelors chasing me at the age of eighteen. Only a complete nincompoop will dare to close their eyes and shut their ears as I tell my story. Don’t do that.

Revenge was so sweet. * * * The next morning, the boat sailed away from the island with the sun as it rose over the horizon, its rays spilling on top of the water with oranges and golds casting a warm glow over everything in view. Natalia softly snored with low moans that made me wonder what the hell she was dreaming as she lay in the guest bed of my beach house. I’d spent a fortune on this island home, but it was all mine. Who cared that it was paid for with the blood of the mafia’s ordered killings. I slept just fine.

Perfect for what I had planned out. I made a mental note to reward Gabriella handsomely for her good choice of outfits. She smiled cautiously at me. “Ready?” “Ready.” I held out my hand. When her fingers slid into mine, something inside me settled. It was dangerous, the way she made me feel. I wanted to be different today. I wouldn't be Miguel Alejandro, the cartel son. I wouldn't be the man made of scars and sins. I would just be a man walking hand in hand with the only woman who had ever made me feel like I could be different…be better.

I looked up and his throat was bobbing nervously, his glare back firmly. He asked, his voice raspy, “Do you like it?” “I….” I was about to say ‘I think so’ when something in that blue gaze reminded me. I am Luna Roxana Winfield now. And if I want to be the strongest woman in the Crimson Crest pack, I have to first be one. Becoming Dorian’s fiancee only opens the door; I must be the one to walk through it, and I need to walk through it on my own.

“I-I’ll…” “You’ll do nothing,” Elder Lee said. “Not until I decide.” I could feel my pulse slowing, but the anger, the fear, the need to protect never left. I looked down at Ava, at her trembling hands, at her wide, innocent eyes, and I swore to myself, to the wolf, to the stars…No one would ever touch her again. Not while I drew breath. Not while Xena lived inside me. Not while I still had a shred of my stolen strength left to fight back. And in that moment, something deep inside me snapped. Not despair. Not fear. Not pain. Power. Dark, cold, fierce, raw. The storm inside me had a name. It had claws. It had fire. And Steven… he would learn that some predators are hunted.

I couldn't breathe. "You think you’re fighting me," he whispered, his eyes locked on mine with a terrifying focus. "You think you’re the hero of this story, trying to take down the villain who stole your throne. But you’re not fighting me, Elias. You’re fighting yourself. You’re fighting the fact that for the first time in your life, someone is looking at you and seeing exactly what you’re capable of." "I’m capable of ruining you," I choked out, the defiance tasting like iron in my mouth.

Shw said softly, her smile spreading widely to Nick. “Marrying you seems impossible for me...” she continued. Nick turned his head, looking at Luna. “Alright, then stay here tonight,” “Not as a girlfriend,” "As mine..." . . “I’m used to getting whatever I want with a single signature or command. But Luna… is the only woman who dared to refuse me without fear—and that’s where, without me realizing it, my defeat began.” ~Nick L. Lancaster.