Fallen Stars Sans Novels & Stories

Their plan was calculated, precise. It wasn’t about love or recognition — it was about damage control. Rumors had spread like wildfire, whispers that Ryan was gay or bisexual. His fanbase, mostly women, had turned the scandal into a storm that threatened his reputation, his marketability, his very career. Caroline and Ryan’s PR team devised a plan: show the world he was “taken,” but not too taken. Enough to silence the rumors, but not enough to draw attention to me. They planned all this as Ryan’s reputation was crumbling under rumors — whispers that he was gay, or bisexual. His fanbase, mostly women, had turned the scandal into a storm that threatened his career, his satellite value as a st

“You wouldn’t have heard of it. It’s strictly between heaven, hell and the fallen.” “What’s a fallen?” “It’s someone who used to be an angel in a past life. When they’re resurrected, they’re identified by a specific birth mark. You, my dear, are one of the fallen. You should have a birth mark that’s shaped like a star. It’s in different places for different individuals but your parents found yours on your hipbone.” What the hell. This is way too much information that I wasn’t expecting. I’m essentially in the middle of a holy war, if what she’s saying is the truth.

He also saw several people enjoying their breakfast in the front yard of a cafe. "Oh I really miss this kind of atmosphere," Eren muttered to himself. When the 'S' virus started to spread, Eren was still as big as Ben. "We're here," said Ben. Eren saw a sign that said 'Style Shop' in front of the shop. The two of them immediately entered the shop. Eren started looking through the clothes he wanted to buy. He started putting the clothes in a basket. “What do you want to buy Ben? Let me buy it for you," said Eren.

"We all have different kind of poison, the one that's mild, the one that makes you dizzy, but this one?...this one was the most toxic of them all ... SOPHIE ... Dark shade eyeglass- Check Big hat- Check Umbrella- Check Self esteem?....Self esteem- Not Check, cause it was ruined, completely, brutally, awfully ruined, cause ever since that damn day, which was two days ago. I have become some kind of spy that was literally masked up and hiding away, cause I might bump into him anywhere, and...and God, so far am literally going mad, cause I remembered that diary also contained how my high school life was a cramp

She had to listen to him without looking at him. “I would, except I don’t know where the beginning really is.” He chuckled. “Have you heard the term star dust?” “Yes,” Kristen replied as she looked up and could see him there with her, but it was like he wasn’t right there in front of her either. “Aren’t we all made up of star dust?” “No.” He replied. “Some of us are more than just that.” “I don’t understand.” She replied as she looked back at the picture in her lap. “Why do I feel so different with this one picture?”

A song of survival. She closed her eyes, letting the music drown out the growling in her stomach. Hunger was familiar now. An old friend. Some nights, she got by with nothing but a cup of water. Other nights, if she was lucky, she’d take home leftovers from the café where she worked. But today wasn’t one of those lucky nights.

We were near a small clearing, and I thought I could sketch the landscape. I sang softly to the song that I asked them to play at my fathers funeral, "Yelling at the sky, Screaming at the world. Baby, why'd you go away? I’m still your girl, Holding on too tight, Head up in the clouds, Heaven only knows where you are now..." Hunter laid across my legs, as I drew in my book. "How do I love? How do I love again? How do I trust, How do I trust again? I stay up all night, tell myself I'm alright. Baby, you're just harder to see than most, I put the record on, wait ’til I hear our song. Every night, I'm dancing with your ghost. Every night, I'm dancing with your ghost..." I pulled out the unopened

My mother's voice was still looping in my head — *that's not my problem* — cold and final, like I was a bill she'd already paid off years ago. "Okay," I said, mostly to myself. "Okay. Think." I pulled out my phone, ignoring how badly my hand was shaking, and opened my notes app. I stared at the blank white screen for a long moment before I started typing. *Car. Gear. Ask coach for advance. Loan?* Stella leaned over and read it upside down, and I watched her jaw tighten. "No," she said immediately. "No to what?" "The loan part. I know what you're thinking, Darren, and no. Those places will eat you alive. You'll be paying off double what you borrowed by the time you're thirty."

I was meant to die, and they despise me for it, they’re bitter, because my promised one has come to greet me. Seth is so much bigger and taller than I thought he would be, broad-shouldered, with alabaster skin and black hair. His eyes are dark orange and I’m mesmerized because I’ve never seen a color like it. He is wearing casual clothes, a polo, and long brown pants because he wouldn’t be busy today. But his frown plastered over his face shows he was so worried about me. I flashed my fangs, victorious because I had won. He takes my hand and everyone watches as he is forced to get down on one knee and kiss the hand of the woman he failed to kill.

“What?“ The disbelieve and disappointment was evident in Mum's voice and I felt my heart ripping apart. “Shelly?“ Mum called in an almost-whisper but I didn't look up. I mean, how could I? “Shelly?“ This time I looked up, and noticed her eyes were already wet with tears. “Is it..true?“ I grabbed her hand in tears, going down on one knee. “I'm sorry, Mum. I didn't mean to hurt you...“ “But you did.“ Megan cut me off. “And that's one more prove on how selfish you are.“ It's unfair when one gets attacked without any heads-up. But even more unfair when you also steal their chances of defending themselves.