Into The Stars Novels & Stories

The children have been put to bed, their dreams a world away, leaving Tom and me to revel in this quiet moment. Leaning into Tom's embrace, I feel the warmth of his presence enveloping me. The crackling of the fire and the soft strumming of the guitar create a soothing symphony. Above us, the stars twinkle like diamonds, casting their radiant light upon us. I tilt my head back, my gaze fixated on the vast expanse of the night sky. Each star holds a story, a testament to the wonders of the universe. In this moment, I am captivated by their beauty and the infinite possibilities they represent.

, Mike said under his breath. "You aren't the first to say that.", she said with a tiny smile. "Princess you deserve the world.", Mike said softly, much more softly than he intended. He met her eyes and just held them with his own gaze. "I think I will reprogram this so if they come within three miles of this place we will be alerted.", She said breaking the contact, and she began typing again. Mike watched her as she tried to keep her hands from shaking as she typed. After she was done, he took her hand and led her back outside. The lights on the deck were still off, and she looked up to the sky, and in the faint light from the moon, he could see her relax and smile. "You can really see the

She just stood there in the guest room doorway like hired help. Steven grabbed Zane's hand. "Let's go." Zane clutched Steven's hand with one of his own and Quinn's with the other, practically skipping toward the door. From behind, they looked like the perfect family of three. Celine blinked away the sting in her eyes. She went back to her room, washed up, changed clothes, and left the house. Then, she went to the orphanage.

Perhaps I already knew that my parents wouldn't be returning anytime. Is it the end of the world? I have no idea. To get them back, I would sacrifice everything. I only want my parents—not a telescope or any stars, please! All the stars in the sky, can you bless them within your range of light? I prayed to the stars as I used to do, hoping they would hear me and take my parents back. I was unaware that even if I tried my entire life, the stars would not be able to hear me because they are thousands or perhaps millions of light-years away. As I continued to look at the stars, I noticed how their brilliance eventually faded and darkness descended.

Not today. Today, I rest. Dax is holding me. Micah is chasing fireflies. Luna Rose is naming the stars. The door opened again. But this time, I'm not walking through. I'm staying. Right here. With the wolves I love. Forever.

The day I was released from prison, a woman claiming to be my ex-wife came to take me home. Instinctively, I pulled away when she reached for my hand. "I don't know you." She frowned, assuming I was still upset. "Five years ago, we agreed that once you got out, we'd remarry. Mom's getting older, and she misses you." Hearing that, I opened the diary I always carried with me. Written inside was an instruction: 'If someone claims to be your ex-wife, go home with her.' So, I did. After I returned home, I became the perfect husband and the perfect son in their eyes. When my ex-wife seemed to be fooling around with my younger half-brother, I pretended not to notice. When my mother openly admi

She looked at the sky. The new moon dark above. But the stars— *Blazing.* Every one of them. Like they were paying attention. "All right," she said quietly. To the stars. To her father. To the approaching dawn that was still hours away. To Orion. To herself. "It is time." She walked toward the Scorchmark. Cassian at her side. The Whispering Steel warm in her soul. Both natures breathing together. *Ready.*

“Ella, would you be willing to take part in the clinical trial to treat both your eyes? It’ll take quite a while, though.” My fingers trembled over the screen, and the robotic voice said, “I accept.”

And with a deep breath, I started. Dear Shayla, I want you to know that it is absolutely okay to be vulnerable. It is okay to not to be perfect, bonu. Somehow, we all are damaged & unhinged & broken, one way or another. We all have ragged edges. But then, so are the shooting stars we spend endless nights wishing upon - secretly hoping that the universe works it's magic on the wish. And perhaps that is what makes each & every human being a spectacular vision.

Men with bare tops, women who are busy with their chores, and children who are distracted from playing. “Welcome to Canis Lupus, Sierra.” Summer said before those people attacked me.