Catch Stars Novels & Stories

On the last trip before Zeke Malone and I were set to register our marriage, someone clamped a hand over my mouth and dragged me into the bushes to assault me. Zeke and my sister, Crystal Bianco, arrived just in time to "save" me. That was when I heard Zeke switch to French and ask her, "Did you get enough footage just now?" "Yeah," Crystal answered back in French. "But isn't this unfair to Lizzie?" Zeke's voice turned grave. "The man was only acting. He never actually went through with it. We just needed the footage. As long as I don't hold it against her, that's all that matters. "Besides, you could win a Pulitzer for breaking this story. That's what actually matters here." I lay in

One of the hunters impatiently prodded them, his voice dripping with annoyance. Kevin, like a programmed automaton, obediently took a step forward. The chain in his hand pulled taut, dragging Celeste along reluctantly. A metallic silver collar descended onto Celeste's delicate neck, causing a searing sensation that made her want to scream. But she clenched her teeth and fought back the urge, determined to stay composed. With each step she took, she couldn't help but cast a backward glance at the door, growing smaller and more distant, mentally noting the room number etched into her memory.

“I know you’re dangerous.” Lucian’s smile sharpened. The door behind him exploded inward. Pandora gasped as hunters stormed inside, shouting commands. “Lucian! Stand down!” Lucian moved like a striking snake, fast, brutal. He hurled a chair at two hunters, sending them crashing into a wall. One swung a baton; Lucian ducked, slammed him to the ground, and kicked another away with terrifying precision. “Get her!” someone yelled. “Not yours,” Lucian hissed, turning feral.

Hunter spoke again, which caused her to stop her thoughts. Liza’s eyes widened. “But you will if I don’t do what you want. You, asshole!” She scoffed, then continued to speak: “You know what? You’re just wasting my time. Just leave. And don’t bother leaving a payment for my door anymore. Just leave and never come back,” she said, standing up and turning around. She was about to leave when Hunter spoke up again. “Ever heard of Starsnest?” Liza instantly halted after Hunter mentioned the Starsnest. And every aspiring celebrity would have the same reaction as hers if they heard that company’s name.

[CW- Scenes of violence and body horror. Please take care of yourself while reading.] The stars are coming. The stars are coming. The stars are coming. The stars are coming. The stars are coming. The stars are coming. The stars are coming. The stars are coming. Lysander’s eyes flickered over the group of them. Peggy watched, waiting for him to attack.

Shock… and something like grief. Celeste swallowed, nervously tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. She wasn’t used to being looked at like this. In Blood Moon Pack, stares always came with judgment or disgust—barren Luna, useless, witch girl. This stare was different. It felt like someone searching for a ghost.

Her dark hair now fell in thick, glossy waves past her bare shoulders, brushing the nipples Gabriel could easily picture beneath that clinging red jersey dress, the only one… decent enough for her to wear. The dress showed off the top swell of her overflowing breasts beneath the spaghetti straps and barely reached halfway down her creamy thighs. She’d put on lipstick, a red color that matched her dress. Her legs were slender and perfect, ending in sharp black stiletto heels. He couldn’t blame either of them for staring. Even though he wanted to kill them for it. Strange, Gabriel thought, he’d never been jealous before of other men staring at Calleigh. He’d always accepted it as something qui

"Because I'd much rather stay here and strip you out of that gorgeous dress. It would look perfect draped over the chair in the corner of our room." Color stains her cheeks as she does a little twirl. "You like?" My gaze falls to her backside. "Umm, I don't just like it. I love it." Cassidy has never been one for slinky outfits or overly girlie things. So, this is a total surprise. One I'm absolutely loving. "You know we can't cancel," she says. "We haven't seen Brooklyn and Austin, or Luke, in months. I've missed them. We have a lot of catching up to do."

The day I was released from prison, a woman claiming to be my ex-wife came to take me home. Instinctively, I pulled away when she reached for my hand. "I don't know you." She frowned, assuming I was still upset. "Five years ago, we agreed that once you got out, we'd remarry. Mom's getting older, and she misses you." Hearing that, I opened the diary I always carried with me. Written inside was an instruction: 'If someone claims to be your ex-wife, go home with her.' So, I did. After I returned home, I became the perfect husband and the perfect son in their eyes. When my ex-wife seemed to be fooling around with my younger half-brother, I pretended not to notice. When my mother openly admi

“Everyone got their charms?” “Of course,” Cass said, lifting a bracelet. “As do I,” Balric said, taking out his. “Thank you, it’s amazing.” She grinned, pleased he liked it, but before she could say anything Cass made a wolf whistle. “Aw, you two are just the cutest.” “And she ruined it,” Balric said, looking up to the heavens. As if God could reign in Cass. Please!