Nine Star Burden Novels & Stories

He paused, staring ahead with no particular focus, his voice laced with something sinister when he continued, "You will be going to the bush farm tomorrow; there is unfinished business I left waiting there." There has always been an unspoken rule between Dimitri and Jose that whenever a task is being passed down from the former to the latter, there is no chance of negotiation or mercy. Jose was another form of ruthless and merciless, but comparing him to Dimitri will be an understatement. Dimitri was worse.

It was a photo of him in his hospital bed, holding the tiramisu. The caption read: “Thanks, Annie. This is the best comfort dessert ever.” Underneath it, Annie had left a smiley face. I shoved my phone into my pocket, heart hollow. It had been ninety-nine times or maybe more than that. However, whatever the number was, it was time to let go.

At this time, a gale blew at the altar. Everyone in the square knelt on the ground. Sporus, who stood in the altar's center, continued to raise both hands to the sky. The nine stars, which represent the nine planetary alignments, seemed to have sprinkled their light to the ground the next second. Then, the altar was completely engulfed in light. “Nine stars shine brightly on the sky and I am the only one who dominates the world,” Sporus’s piercing voice rang out once more. It reverberated in the night sky.

I manage to squeeze myself past the clubbers swaying to the heavy music and into the elevator that would take me to the VIP section. ‘Mustafa,’ Justin's voice pulled my attention as I stepped out of the elevator. He stepped out of my favourite VIP room and tilt his head a little. Justin Gregory, is a twenty-six years old tall, lean guy with sandy blonde hair, dark eyes, and sharp features. He owns and manages Sweet Night all by himself and he excelled at what he does. Wearing a blue shirt, dark faded jeans, and a baseball cap to match. He looked nothing like the businessperson he is. Tonight, it seems he wants to lay back and enjoy himself without the hurdle that comes with running such a h

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

When she arrived at the hospital, Adrian was lying weakly in bed, his shirt unbuttoned at the chest for breathing. When Zoey moved closer to look, she discovered that Adrian's chest bore the same cigarette burn wounds as hers, even in the exact same location. The only difference was that Adrian's wounds hadn't scabbed over yet and looked horrifying. When Adrian saw Zoey arrive, he smiled weakly, "Zoey, I've repaid all the harm you suffered. Since I don't have a pet, I just destroyed my car a bit more thoroughly. Can you consider accepting me again now?"

"Fola, I... About the last time... On our cultural night... I..." He stuttered before trailing off, his hand messaging the back of his neck. I cleared my throat. "Tobi..." "Fola, I don't.. You should take your time. I don't want you to feel burdened by it." But I felt burdened. I felt too burdened that I couldn't breath properly. I felt too burdened that I keep thinking about him, every single time. I felt too burdened that I'm always feeling bad about the fact that I betrayed Moji.

"Nineteen's going to be a good year, Kels. I can feel it." I believed her completely. Why wouldn't I? She had never once been wrong about anything that mattered. Tonight I just closed my eyes, listened to Talia's breathing even out on the mattress beside me, and let myself feel exactly as lucky as I was. Nineteen was going to be the best year of my life.

A text message: [Bank Alert] Your account ending in 3091 has received a transfer of 5,000 dollars. The money had arrived. My consciousness began to blur; numbness spread through my limbs. I closed my eyes and gave this family the only real release I could. At 5:30 a.m., the alarm rang on time. My body lay curled under the blanket, white foam and undigested pill fragments clinging to the corner of my mouth. I reached out to turn off the alarm, but my hand passed through the nightstand. I floated beneath the ceiling, looking down at the corpse called "Charles."

She cut herself and held out her hand in the air, so the blood dropped into the sacred bowl. " Hold your hands together so the cuts meet," he said. I turned and faced her, her pretty face was a charm on its own and I found myself struggling to concentrate. I stretched out my hands to her, she did the same and placed her cut palm on mine. A spark was felt and I knew she felt it as well. The fire began to burn so well. Our wolves began to collide and I was struggling to breathe. It seemed the two wolves were trying to become one and we were the ones being affected by it.