Mornîng Star Novel Novels & Stories

Chapter 115 – The Mystery Mrs. Rose’s POV The morning began like any other, though I knew it would not end like any other. I woke before the sun, the room still dim and quiet, the air cool against my skin. The soft ticking of the small clock by the bed kept me company as I swung my legs to the floor. Today was the day I had decided to leave… and take Star with me.

“That could be it.” “We move at nightfall,” I said, determination sharpening my voice. “I’ll find her… and this time, I’ll rip Ravena apart with my own hands.” Mirelda collapsed back, exhausted but alive. “Go… she’s waiting.” I would. Nothing would stop me. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Star’s POV As dusk fell, a strange calm settled over me. My wolf, though weak, flickered in the corners of my mind. I could almost feel Helios, a distant, aching pull in my chest. I was still here. And soon, it would be my turn to fight.

Monique I can’t say I slept last night. It was a night filled with passion, in moans and whispered names, in trembling bodies and sheets that held secrets I never thought I’d tell. It was the best night I’ve had in such a long, long time. My head, for once, felt like it wasn’t carrying a thousand regrets. And when he kissed my forehead after when he told me I was beautiful when he murmured how he never wanted to lose me... It felt real. It felt good. It felt amazing... But sleep never came.

Chapter 90 – The Fire Beneath The morning started like any other, quiet and serene, the sunlight filtering through the tall windows of the penthouse, casting soft, golden rays across the room. Clara had woken up early, as she often did when her thoughts were swirling, and she sat in the kitchen, sipping a cup of coffee as she skimmed through her manuscript. The book was moving forward in a way she hadn’t expected. It felt right, felt like a part of her story was finally coming together, and she couldn’t help but feel a sense of peace about her journey.

Where no peace would be found. My Morning Star. She felt the change between the Moon’s realm and the realm of man. The air was cool against her skin, silence filled the void of space around her. She opened her eyes to find her vision filled with twinkling stars. The world of eternal night was now trapped beneath the lake’s calm waters.

Lashe asked. “Because they help each other shine, none of them actually shines than the other” Ibukun replied and Lashe smiled. At first, he really didn’t understand but he understood better now. A lot of people had helped him shine, his fans, his grandma, Uncle Sam, everyone around him and most important Ibukun. “There’s why you’ll never hear a star in the night sky” Ibukun added as she sighed and continued talking. “They always say STARS IN THE NIGHT SKY” THE END.

--- The Next Morning I woke to the harsh rays of the sun spilling across my face. Squinting, I found Lilith curled up against me, her head resting on my chest. A small smile tugged at my lips. I gently shook her. "Hey, Lilith… it’s morning. Wake up before the chief maid comes." I patted her lightly. "Mmm… okay," she murmured in a sleepy tone. Right on cue, the chief maid stormed in, ringing her bell like she was calling for war. "Wake up, you lazy bitches!!" she bellowed, her voice slicing through the air.

It wasn't long before she found out that she could read everything despite very slowly. It was a poem, which read as follows: 'It was the Coming of the Midnight Sun, A daughter of the Sacred Wood, Lay in a chamber of the House of the Moon, And thus shall wither like a dying star Til the touch of a virgin at dawn.'

Bruno and Helena's words echoed in the dining room, filling the space with an atmosphere of love and gratitude. As dinner continued, Bruno and Helena exchanged knowing smiles, knowing they were surrounded by the unconditional love and support of their children and grandchildren. They knew that, regardless of what the future held, they had everything they needed: each other and a family united by love. *** The scene was serene, enveloped by the soft dimness of the night, while the stars sparkled in the firmament, silent witnesses to a story unfolding over the years. Bruno, immersed in the contemplation of the night sky, felt connected to something greater, a sense of nostalgia and gratitude p

•~• The Next Morning~ MAGNOLIA POV It's a working day again, I arrived late at the place of work, I got to his office and greeted him. There are eye bags under his eyes and his hair looks kinda rough. I walked up to him and pick his comb, Maynard held my hand and I sighed. " Why are you holding my hands, Your hair is rough and there are bags under your eyes, I need to comb your hair and get you some drugs, Seems like you're lacking sleep "I protests and he nodded.