Nova Starr Novels & Stories

A patrol returned with an unconscious young woman they had found collapsed near the eastern border. She wore torn traveling clothes. Her wrists were bruised. Her feet were covered in dried blood. Lily rushed her to the infirmary. Hours later... The woman finally opened her eyes. Beauty, Alex, Elena and Marcus stood nearby. The stranger blinked weakly. "Where am I?" "You're safe," Beauty said softly. "My name is Beauty." The woman's eyes suddenly widened. "You..." She tried to sit up. "You can't stay here." Marcus frowned. "Why not?"

Lydia said. He turned instantly, a flash of relief crossing his face. “Lydia.” She stepped beside him and slid her hand into the crook of his arm. “Sorry I’m late. I didn’t want to keep my Alpha waiting.” Nina’s smile faltered. “And you are?” “I’m Lydia,” she said sweetly. “Knox’s mate. His Luna. I think you’ve heard of me—or is something else the matter?” There was a pause—thick, uncomfortable silence as the word Luna settled into the space between them.

She stood up and was now in the middle though there was still a table separating us all. “Everyone calm down. Sylvia, it seems you came just to tell me your good news. Well, I guess congratulations are in order.” “Is that all you can say? This nobody from another pack insulted me and you are not punishing her?” “Punish her? You wish,” Callista scoffed. “I was right here, Sylvia. There was no insult and she is my friend.” “Your friend? Interesting. She is not a member of this pack.” “Does that make it a crime? Are you saying I should not make friends with people from other packs?” Calista asked Sylvia.

We fucked frantically in front of the mirror, me watching her tits bounce and her face twist in pleasure as I railed her. “Shit, you’re addictive,” I groaned, thrusting deep. After a few intense minutes, I pulled out and came hard across her ass and lower back, thick ropes painting her skin. Stella moaned softly, clearly satisfied. We cleaned up quickly. As I washed my hands and face, Stella leaned against the wall, still catching her breath, a mischievous smile on her lips. “Just so you know… Nora isn’t my direct sister,” she said casually. “She’s my stepsister. Same dad, different moms. We’re not really blood related.”

Photos and clips flooded the screen, young Sterling in Stormriders orange, all broad shoulders and sharp focus, fire in his eyes. Noah grinned, pushing back the sheets with the intent to start stroking right in time for Sterling to return. Let him walk in on that. But then he stilled. Because stitched across Sterling's back: 88. Noah’s number.

She felt scared and nervous for some reason. She stared at herself in the mirror, debating whether to change into something more modest. After all, she was wearing a lacy camisole nightgown. What if Jamie thought she was teasing him with this outfit? As she was lost in her thoughts, the bathroom door suddenly opened. A wave of steam carried Jamie's unique cedar scent into the room. He leaned against the frosted glass, his damp hair sticking to his forehead, with water dripping down his collarbone and disappearing into the loose towel around his waist.

Her array of assistants went and started fanning her like she was about to tap out of this world. People were now staring at us and it was obvious this woman was an attention seeker. "This is Rita! How can you say you don't know Rita? Who exactly do you know then?" One of her assistants, the one closest to her, said and I shrugged in response. "Can't lie about knowing who I don't know," I replied simply. She, the actress, glared at me and stepped forward and smiled that weird smile at me. "Have you seen Gazing at the Stars?" She asked and I thought for a few seconds before I slowly shook my head.

the AI responds just before a brief pause. “Results indicate that the license plate number is one belonging to a Selena Stone. According to her Ohio driver’s license she is a twenty-nine-year-old African American female, black hair, brown eyes, six feet tall one hundred ninety-five pounds her birthday is November twelfth nineteen ninety-one, would you like me to continue?” the system blurts out in a calculating tone. “Mecca where is she located now?” I ask the AI all to desperate to find her. Selena, that was her name it was a kind sweet name it suited her.

I was holding my book to my chest covering the very evident stain which was splattered across my top right above my bust. I was annoyed at myself as I hastily opened my locker and searched for that one top I keep for emergencies. The sudden force of a heavy back coiled with my back making me fall ahead with my stomach colliding with the end of the locker. I wince looking back and suddenly the entire hall which was filled with students became quiet. My mouth sucked in a sharp breath as I see Kaden. I felt my heart stop as he hands his friends stared at me. I wanted to just lock myself in the locker as he realized he bumped into me.

Her Stalker is a stalker-age-gap dark romance not recommended for those under 17. Triggers include extreme sexual content, voyeurism, profanity, and dark themes. *Read at your own discretion. This story is about a stalker's love and determination for the girl he set his sights on a long time ago. Brixton started watching Harley, or his little bird when she was starting high school, and she never had a clue... But what happens when his secret is revealed?