Instant Star Fanfiction Novels & Stories

*************************** Bella’s love story: At twenty-five, Bella thought she had her life perfectly planned. A nursing student with a steady job and a man she believed was her future, she was ready to take the next step and propose to her boyfriend. But the moment she walked into his office and saw him kissing another woman, everything she believed in shattered. Heartbroken and lost, Bella returns to the hospital, throwing herself into work to escape the pain. When her boyfriend comes searching for her, desperate for answers, he is told that Bella no longer works there.

Through the link, Elara felt his vulnerability, the fear that he wasn't enough, countered by the overwhelming truth that, for him, she was the only star in the sky. ​He cupped her face, his palms warm and scarred, a stark contrast to the coolness of her Ice-Fire. Elara leaned into his touch, her eyes closing as she let out a long, shuddering breath. The "Slow Burn" that had simmered through forest treks, library whispers, and bloody battles finally ignited.

Excited, Celine snatched up her phone, hoping for rational advice from clear-headed adults. > User_XOXO: GIRL SIGN IT NOW! IS HE SINGLE? CAN I HAVE HIS NUMBER IF YOU DON'T WANT HIM?! > DarkRomanceQueen: Omg is this an enemies-to-lovers arc?! Please tell me he's brooding and tall! SIGN THE CONTRACT! > CozyReader99: This sounds like Chapter 3 of my favorite book! Put on a pretty dress and go to his penthouse immediately! > Celine stared at her screen in absolute, utter horror.

Rolls said as I blushed at his comment. Trust me handsome, I have plans for you both! Star seductively growled. She then proceeded to flash pictures of what she planned to do! I felt a heat spread up my neck to my face as I tried and failed to keep my arousal under control. STAR! If you don’t stop and help me get our arousal under control then we will have a very angry and sexually frustrated mate on our hands!

And now I sat in the cafeteria, staring down at a tray of food I couldn’t bring myself to touch. Maya sat across from me, her phone in one hand and her drink in the other, her brows drawn tight as she scrolled through yet another Raven Blog post. Every few seconds, her mouth twisted into a deeper expression of disbelief. “What now?” I asked weakly. Maya glanced up at me, then back to her screen. “Okay, first of all, they’re calling you ‘the nobody stray who had a shot at the alpha son but rejected him” She scrolled more. “And apparently all Kai female fans are sending death threats to you in the comments.’”

what if? If violins played and the angels cried for us, maybe the stars would align and make us fated mates. I don’t care about anyone else because all I want is Weston. All I care about is him. He is stuck in my brain like a tattoo. His touch, his smell, his voice, everything about him fills me with need. With lust. With longing. It’s scary, but I like the way Weston makes me feel. Tiny Girl. Alpha-hole. I breathe in slowly to calm myself. I can’t let myself fall for him. I just can’t.

"Argh..... It's not gonna work. I don't like you. I hate love. I don't want to be in love." Star pushed him aside and entered the building. "Be ready tomorrow or I will tell Max about your crush." Star sneered listening to him. She showed him her middle finger and entered inside her apartment. .................

“Stop. I want to die.” “Die? Honey, you’re trending worldwide. People are writing fanfiction about you two. Someone already photoshopped a crown on your head and devil horns on Nicholas.” She scrolled and gasped theatrically. “Oh my God, look—someone started a petition for the two of you to get married on live television. It has two hundred thousand signatures.” I peeked out from the hoodie, cheeks on fire. “Stella!” “What? I signed it,” she said, dead serious, then burst into laughter when I threw a croissant at her.

I carefully inhaled slowly just in case my breaths might disturb her rest as I looked up at the stars, which glowed brighter, aligning into a swan constellation. They were coming. I held her tighter, burying my face in her neck. They were coming for her. At that moment, all I wanted was to take Xanthea back to the Infernal realm — to our penthouse, to our bedroom — where I could live a little longer in her warmth. Share moments of love where I could lose my heart in her heartbeats. Steal kisses that made my heart beat a little faster. Drown myself in her scent that helped me breathe a little better.

My head thrashes from side to side and my legs tremble so hard Ian lifts my hips higher, leaving my feet dangling in front of his shoulders, my hot juices and his pooling beneath me on the bed. Behind my eyes, white stars are coalescing towards a supernova that simultaneously I fear and crave. From down below, Ian warns me, “Get ready, my love.” He closes his mouth over my swollen bud, sucking hard and I explode in shockwaves with a scream, wave after wave of pleasure coursing through me. “Keep coming,” he demands again.