Nine Star Burden Novels & Stories

In an instant, five men appeared out of nowhere, pouring gasoline all over the floor. Five bottles of gasoline were poured, nearly covering the entire orphanage. The sharp smell made Shirley's stomach turn. "Wh-what are you doing, Myra?" "Can't you see?" Myra waved a lighter in front of Shirley. "I'm burning this place to ashes. I'm gonna burn you alive! Then I can forget the past and finally become the only daughter of the Bishops!"

“Come on, this is a joyous day! Mia, let’s wish the Alpha a happy birthday and a wonderful life together with his Luna.” Leonard’s voice was bright and loud, trying to ease the awkward atmosphere. When I stayed silent, he looked at me again over his glass and mouthed, “You can use a forgiveness coupon.” Back then, Leonard had asked me to be his Mate 98 times, and I had rejected him 98 times. I thought he would give up, but he summoned all the werewolves in the pack for the 99th time and got on his knees, swearing to the Moon Goddess,

“Here.” “What’s this?” she asked as she slowly collected the bag from him. “See for yourself.” She looked at him one more time before opening the bag. She pulled out a hoodie. A white hoodie with the words ‘the moon is beautiful’ written in italics printed on it. “It’s the same type...you’re wearing.” “Yes,” he smiled. “It’s oversize so it wouldn’t be so obvious you’re on uniform.” “Daniel, i-” “No, it’s okay. You’re going to keep it. Please, keep it.”

After the surgery, I went to change out of my scrubs and scrolled a little on Instagram, noticing that Stacy had posted a whole carousel of photos on her account. There was a photo of the 99 roses that filled up the entirety of Melvin's car trunk, a photo of the brand-new LV bag with the tags still on, a photo of the lake view from their Four-Closer Hotel room, and their reflection against the floor-to-ceiling windows. The caption was simple. It read, "It's so nice to be chosen." Someone in the comments asked, "What about Melvin's girlfriend? The one who'd been with him for years?"

I said slowly, “a powerful witch tries to kill you in the middle of the forest. She poisoned you. She cursed you. She nearly killed our baby… me... How is that not important?” Something flickered in his gaze, fear, guilt, something deeper. But he still held the lie. I felt my heart ache. “What are you protecting? Me? Yourself? Or someone else?” That got his attention. He snapped his head toward me, eyes blazing. “It’s not about someone else.” “Then what?” I demanded. “It’s my burden,” he said sharply. “Not yours.” I froze. His burden. My stomach twisted painfully. “Your burden?” I repeated. “We’re bondmates, Edward. Everything you carry, I carry too. That’s how this works.”

Two hours later, Celeste opened the door and came out of her room. She was holding a teddy bear, and her eyes were all swollen. The teddy bear was the only gift James had ever given her. Celeste treasured it more than any of her other possessions. "Mom, I don't want this anymore." Celeste held out the bear, pretending to smile as she pushed it into Naomi's hands. "Mr. James only has two chances left." "Okay." Naomi didn't know how to comfort her.

No parent could ever mistake their own child. She knew I had burn marks from when I was young, Jacob had done my ear piercings, and Dad himself had treated my leg injuries. She believed that even if I were reduced to ashes, Dad would still recognize me as his daughter. Dad let out a cold, humorless laugh. "Someone like her doesn't die easily. The worst ones always manage to survive the longest." Ruth furrowed her brows. "But she's been gone for days now. Mr. Eastman said the body has burns on the legs, just like Lina's scars that never healed!"

He was selfish, through and through. The next morning, I stepped out of my room carrying the urn. Mike was still kneeling on the floor. It had only been one night, but he looked like a wreck—his eyes swollen and bloodshot, his hair a tangled mess, his face pale as a ghost. When he saw me, he tried to stand, but his legs had gone numb from kneeling too long. He wobbled, then collapsed back to the ground. His gaze landed on the urn in my arms, and he knew—I was taking my mom to be laid to rest.

The room hummed with an eerie energy as the process began. Valle’s body tensed instantly, his muscles locking up as if bound by an invisible vice. The sensation was unbearable—like countless needles piercing his flesh. A searing heat coursed through him, burning with an intensity that felt as though it was tearing him apart. Leonard watched with glee, his grin widening as Valle struggled. "This," he declared over the hum of the machine, "is just the beginning." Valle gritted his teeth, refusing to cry out, though the agony threatened to break him. The blue light seemed to dig into his very soul, pulling out something vital, something irreplaceable. He felt his strength draining, his spirit w

It’s my responsibility, so if I fail, of course it’s my fault. *** Nathan stood in the back yard clutching his shorts, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. His gaze was glued to me as I walked in the empty plain. As soon as I was a little far from the house he came running towards me while I sat down on the grass under the tree. “Adam…” He hugged me from the side, wrapping his arms around my neck since he couldn't complete the loop around my shoulders, “Adam you’re hurt.” He touched my bleeding ear, “Did the Alpha do this?”