Heavenly Stars Novels & Stories

“If I told you that I am the busiest god in heaven, would you believe it?” “You think heaven is fair too? Do you think that if I say "I love you" out of my mouth, it will be me who should receive the punishment? You are wrong… I am a god with high status in heaven, you are just a little fox demon, Heaven will use your death in exchange for my immortality, do you understand ?” "There's no me in the starry sky..." “I've never really been afraid of anything… Unfortunately, there's not much I can give you, I can only try to accommodate all your requests. Even though I know our love won't work out, I want to do my best to bring you joy..."

The Veil of Stars had descended upon the manor’s highest observatory tower — a breathtaking solstice event where the enchanted glass dome above the circular chamber turned transparent, revealing a sky filled with swirling auroras and falling silver stars that drifted down like snow. Guests gathered in small groups on velvet cushions and low lounges, sipping star-infused wine while soft harp music played and the magical lights danced overhead.

lenses on the soldiers' helmets explode. "Go!" Hope yelled. I grabbed Silas’s shadow-hand—or rather, the "Signal" of it—and ran for the window. We dived out into the night, landing on the wet grass of a real-world backyard. I looked up at the sky. It wasn't purple or gold. It was a deep, infinite black, dotted with billions of real, uncoded stars. But as I looked at the stars, I saw something that made my heart stop. The stars weren't just stars. They were arranged in a **Grid**.

Friends, not knowing we had broken apart, filled my inbox with complaints. One of them told me Zachary and Tracy had rented out the entire amusement park for a date. He had spent 50 million dollars on fireworks by the river, lighting up the night for Tracy. They even stayed on a mountaintop until sunrise, sharing pictures on Instagram to parade their romance. I stared in silence at the photos our friends sent me. Could Zachary have forgotten that I had once done every one of those things in those photos with him? If he wanted to disgust me so much, how could he not feel the same?

The sudden silence in the car was thick, charged with a beautiful, lingering anticipation. ​Ryan walked around to open her door, offering his hand. Vennessa took it, her smaller fingers locking easily into his warm palm. He guided her up the stone steps and pushed open the doors of the private space. ​The space was straight out of a classic, breathtaking romantic movie. The sprawling, high-ceilinged room had been completely transformed into a private haven. Thousands of delicate, warm fairy lights hung from the exposed timber beams above, casting a soft, golden and ethereal canopy over the entire room. The floor was dotted with clusters of glowing white candles of varying heights, their flic

"I will miss looking at the gazillion stars above." I turned my face up to gaze at the sky as well. He was right. I'd miss this as well. The sky was a shade of deep midnight blue, and the stars were so vibrant and alive against the sky that it felt like someone had sprinkled silver glitter over the sky with a thick brush. I tried to soak in the beauty of this place, hoping that I could recreate at least half of this beauty when I went back home, as a sort of ode to this breathtaking place. "Unlike Los Angeles, there is no pollution here, no smog or no backlights of the city buildings either."

Henry*** The sky bled fire—crimson tendrils streaking across the heavens like the last breath of a dying god. Smoke coiled in black spirals, choking out the stars, and in the glow of that apocalyptic dawn, the world trembled. Buildings burned like paper. Trees split open, screaming with sap and flame. It was as if the sky itself had turned traitor—spilling fury upon a land already drowning in sorrow.

On screen, Wendy touched the pendant at her collarbone and smiled shyly. “Thank you, Mr. Spencer. This is the most special gift I’ve ever received.” Ryan didn’t say anything. But the way he looked at her was unmistakable. Soft. Indulgent. I had only ever seen that look on his sixteen-year-old face. After that year, I never saw him smile like that again. So stars fall after all. And moons get abandoned. Before I could steady my breath, the gala moved into the charity auction segment. The host announced loudly from the stage,

I nodded and replied calmly, "That's right. Mom and Dad have set up jobs for us in Borrengate, so we'll get engaged once things settle down." "Caleb Jacobson!" Faye snapped. She then suppressed her outburst to avoid catching anyone's attention, though her expression was absolutely livid. "Who allowed you to make arrangements for my future, Caleb?" She stormed off in a rage, and once the group was stretched out thin, she led the way at the very front, dragging Xavier along with her. I lagged behind at the tail end, making idle small talk with our classmates. It wasn't until dinner at the buffet that evening that Xavier spoke up at the table. "Haven't you guys ever heard of the Perseids meteor

He laughed as he felt her whole body stiffen with anger, and she tried to pull away from him. Laughing again, he slipped his fingers inside her. One hand on her back pushing her towards him, and gently guiding her towards him by gently pulling against her pubic bone. "You can't escape my love, and why would you?" he nuzzled into her neck "you have two men who would bring you the stars and the moon if you asked. We are yours too you know, every single part of us."