Dead Stars Summary Novels & Stories

The kindness of this stranger nearly broke her. “I . . . I’m not worth it,” she said, and her face crumbled, and her skin crawled, and her hair was matted and she had just endured some of the worst hours of her life, listening to this mad man grunt and groan and howl as he ripped at her skin and bit at her breast. She was glad Aleta was dead. She was glad of it. Because if she had lived with these memories in her head . . . The hunter’s shine from earlier melted and turned into tears, which ran down her cheeks and dropped onto the freshly polished floor.

Waste system started, because nobody writes songs about sanitation but everyone dies when it fails. Maya strings noise-makers at the rear fence from cans and fishing line. Elegant? No. Useful? Yes. Aesthetic rating low, LUS says. “It’s an apocalypse tripwire, not a wedding centerpiece.” Function adequate. “Be still my heart.” At 6:17 p.m., twenty-four hours after the world publicly tore itself open, Maya stands in the center of the warehouse and listens. Sirens still exist, but fewer. Gunshots now punctuate the city in short, ugly bursts. The dead are no longer incidents. They are weather.

DAWN’S POV I was seated in the throne room, watching as the elders and gammas of my pack whispered among themselves, unable to believe that their alpha was dead. I assured them that he was dead, but they demanded to see his body. "I want to see his body! How can we believe he is dead without seeing his body?" one of the gammas said, with a tinge of desperation in his voice. "You don't need to see his body. Trust me, he's dead," I replied with a cold tone, trying to hide my smile.

Knowing that he was someone who barely showed such a face, they all knew he had some big news for them. "What is it?" an agent asked. "It's Tang Yazhu! Our best agent! I just heard the news from the Senior Elders! She's dead! She didn't survive!" After Geng Jun finished announcing, the place fell into a deep silence. As for Qiao Dong, his world shattered along with the silent cafeteria. "I told you, didn't I? No one can leave this place." Someone sighed, "So, not even our top agent could successfully execute this mission."

Destiny, once again, proved to be unpredictable, carrying both moments of joy and sadness. “Come on, kids. Help me prepare something for dinner. Your father will come down soon, and we need to be together in this difficult time,” said Helena, leading the children towards the kitchen. While preparing the meal, Helena kept an eye on the clock, waiting for the moment when Bruno would come down. Finally, she finished the meal, gave it to the children, and with teary eyes, climbed the stairs again, preparing to face the sorrow awaiting Bruno. Upon entering the room, she saw Bruno sitting at the edge of the bed, lost in thought. She approached, enveloping him in a hug. Together, they shared the we

Logan Andrea's cries cut through the heavy silence as two empty caskets are lowered into the ground. My hands curl into fists at my sides. I can't let myself focus on her grief right now. I have to focus on the caskets. Two of them. Both empty. From the corner of my eye, Killian pulls her closer, pressing her face gently against his chest to quiet her broken sobs. A sharp frustration moves through me. The pilot and co-pilot were recovered. Dorathy and Cade weren't. Two weeks, and the FBI has nothing. Austin and I agreed not to tell Andrea. She has a way of building hope out of things that don't deserve it, and I tell myself this is the better choice. The safer one. For her.

"It was our favoritism toward her that nurtured her greed and ambition. We enabled her. That's why she dared to do all this to you." "Jocelyn… are you scared down there? Mom and Dad will come to you soon, okay? From now on, we'll take good care of you… protect you…" Then, without hesitation, they pulled out surgical knives and stabbed themselves. Even I, drifting in the air, was startled. I hadn't expected such a decisive ending. Soon after, their bodies were discovered by patrolling nurses. Joel did not honor their will to be buried with me. Instead, he cremated them and scattered their ashes into the sea.

However, come sunrise, she was struck by a heart attack and died right then and there. My husband Chester and I, devastated by the loss, handled her funeral. That same night, Chester dreamt of Dad too. "Chester, it's been ages since I've had a bite to eat. I'm longing for your liver pâté and a shot of strong whiskey." He woke up, bought the best liver pâté he could find, popped open a bottle of single-malt whisky, and dashed to the graveyard. However, shortly after he got back, he was rushed to the ICU with liver failure and died three days later.

Or maybe he did and simply didn’t care. He hates this. He hates me. “She understands the importance of obedience,” her father was saying now. “Knows how to walk behind. Knows how to stay small. We made sure of it.” “Has she bled?” one of the strangers asked. Elara froze, only for a breath. That word again. Not shameful here. Just... another box to tick. Her father nodded. “Twice. Regular. She’s ready.” Another man stood to inspect her more closely. “How are her teeth?”

"Can you imagine? These stars were the only way the sailors could navigate in the nights, centuries and centuries ago, in tumultuous waters too. No GPS. No map in early cases, even. Only the sailor, his wit, and the stars. Sailors worshipped the stars." I gaped in awe at the beautiful array of celestial bodies in front of my eyes, along with Cameron. This was beautiful. Stunning. But not more than listening to Cameron talk about things he was passionate about. He was passionate about music as well, but I knew that the commercial music industry of Hollywood was suckling him and his passion dry — I could hear it in his talk, even though his voice was just as mesmerizing, if not more. I sensed