Christopher Wilde Starstruck Novels & Stories

He sobbed, "You're the only one I've ever loved, Ariel. This is all just part of my act. "I didn't know you had stomach cancer. If I did, I would have given up on trying to get my hands on Ivana's family fortune and spend that time with you instead." None of his words, apologetic as they were, struck a chord within me. If anything, the churning in my stomach only grew more violent. I summoned every ounce of strength I had to push him away and said in the most vicious tone I was capable of, "You make me sick to the core, Jacob. Did you think you could come back and make a bold declaration after all the shit you pulled?

I received a complaint and a one-star review. It was from Christian. He was using such a childish tactic just to force an apology out of me. He wanted to force me to admit the severe consequences I had to face for abandoning him back then. However, I had only loved him passionately, like the sun loved the stars. Could that really be considered a mistake? “No, Nova, you didn’t do anything wrong,” I comforted myself, completely in denial. “The only mistake is that the sun and the stars belong to day and night. They are destined to never be together.”

I drifted awake to the sweet, wondrous sound of Stephanie giving Steven a verbal lashing. "Did you fall and hurt your damn head? How could you let the brother of that witch touch Mel?! "How did you not know that Mel was pregnant, huh? Now, she had a miscarriage because of you! That's your own flesh and blood, you idiot! What kind of husband—what kind of father—does that? Dammit, what sins did I commit in a past life to have a brother like you?!

The pilot yelled out, "Get ready to strike!" After a short time, Adrian was almost caught by the black helicopter's tail as Juniper approached. Metal screamed. The rotors tangled. Gravity tilted. Juniper was falling. She clawed for something—anything—. Adrian's body slid. No! Her action was to grab hold of his shirt, pulling him towards her. The pilot was yelling. He was strapped in with a wide-eyed terror. The world was spinning. And then—. The sky vanished. It was a thrilling moment as the helicopter flew underneath.

The fortune teller shook his head. "No. It has already gone too far. Take this case with the Redknapps. Why did you force Harry to take Simon’s punishment? That was physical harm, not related to intelligence at all." Carla couldn't argue back. Her face turned pale. She didn't even realize why she instinctively chose Harry to suffer. Amanda broke down crying. Mick stood beside her, just as lost and guilty. The fortune teller let out a long sigh. "I can control who wakes up and who sleeps. That is why I gave you these enchanted straws. But I cannot control a person's despair.

They were shorter than Harriet had expected from her films, and the calves of her legs clearly defined. ‘Can she hear us?’ whispered Harriet. ‘Only if we crash about. She can’t hear us talking, but unfortunately we can’t hear her talking either.’ Harriet couldn’t think why this mattered since Rowena was only getting ready for bed, but almost as soon as Lewis had finished speaking a second figure entered Rowena’s bedroom and Harriet’s eyes grew wide with astonishment as the film star made no attempt to cover herself when Chris strode across the carpet towards her. In the bedroom, totally unaware of what Lewis was doing, Rowena looked at her half-brother with a mixture of fear and longing. ‘No

Six months later, Laura woke up feeling happier and more complete than she ever had in her life. She was now Mrs. Tsarkopolis. She lay there for a moment, letting her eyes adjust to the soft light streaming through the white curtains. She smiled as she felt the soft swaying of the 120-foot luxury yacht, the Sea Star, that Angelo had chartered for their two-week honeymoon through the Greek islands. He had wanted to show her where his family was from and do it in style. She closed her eyes again. She found the sensation of being on the water relaxing. She stretched and yawned, then rolled over.

When he was close enough to share body heat, he whispered, "Or could I do anything else to satisfy you?" "Not presently." I took a shaky breath. "But this is a damn good start." "Are you guys going to make out now?" Abby interrupted. "Cause Torquil and I can leave." "No, we cannot," Torquil admonished her. "You're a bit of a prude, huh?" Abby grimaced up at Torquil. "What are you, her chaperon? You know that she's a grown woman, right?" "I am a knight of Fairy," Torquil huffed. "A member of the elite Star's Guard. I am not a prude or a chaperon, I simply cannot leave my princess unattended in a hostile world."

It was after 10 mins when I realised that I need to start a conversation. I turned my face towards the kid and said,"hey sweetie , what's your name?" She smiled and said," Hey, I am Sara and you?" I replied,"I am Claire , so what are you gonna sing?" She replied,"teardrops on my guitar by Taylor swift". She was gonna say something more when a lady with long brown hair who looked like she was in her 30s came and scolded the child and said,"I told you not to speak with strangers. she is a stranger , do you seriously want to mess up your competition?"

"What happened? Who did this to you?" Maximilian looked at her calmly, though the pain was obvious on his face. He swallowed hard and tried to speak, but before he could answer, a cold voice cut through the tension. "Well, look who finally decided to show up," sneered Elara Viviana, her stepsister. Elara stepped forward, her face twisted with icy contempt. "Anastasia Noire, the so-called starlet, who turns out to be nothing more than a cheap woman, shacking up with a stranger behind her family's back."