Nova Starr Novels & Stories

she asks offering her hand for me to shake “You are correct” I say shaking her hand and frowning a little at Leanna who tries to step closer to inspect the woman in front of me. “I’m Nova, I am brand new and I have to register and I wont lie, I’ve been a little sheltered until now, so this is a lot!” I offer a small laugh in an attempt to hide that I may have just overshared with a stranger. But something about the short, slim girl with curly hair in front of me makes me feel comfortable.

"Mom?" Nova's voice was small, scared. The model moved closer, and I watched Nova's confusion turn to shock as she realized this wasn't a hospital, wasn't about her mother at all. "What is this?" she said, backing toward the door. But the photographer was already shooting, catching her in that romantic setup, the champagne, the roses, the low lighting. Catching her with someone who looked like Storm in photos that would look damning as hell. She bolted for the door, but not before my photographer got everything I needed.

I grab my guitar case and slip my leather jacket on before going to pick my babe up. Nova is stunning! They are always beautiful, but the white poet’s blouse with the purple and black underbust corset and the tightest ripped black skinny jeans with their bulge noticeable and the amethyst crystal at their throat, and the purple, glitter platform high heels is just such an amazing look for them. If they unbutton the blouse just one more button from the right angle I might be able to glimpse a nipple ring. My lips find theirs and I have to force myself back , breathing heavily “My Gods! Nova! You are so sexy!”

With the force of a volcano, he yelled “That bitch Stasia made a Kobayashi Maru. Meant to fail, so you understand failure happens in life. Fucking bullshit! What game is she playing? The lose of a Luna is devastating to a pack.” “I am the bitch. Everyone, please settle down,” Stasia turns out to be the human at Canon funeral. The fucking chick with ass. She stood a 5 ft something, all in black. I had no idea they made jump boots that small. Black cargo paints, black t-shirt, never looked so fucking sexy. A glock strapped to her side, knifes everywhere. Brown hair braided and put in buns. Blue piercing eyes. Fuck me please, I think I am in love. At least for the night. “Stop drooling Mark.

Who is this? "Astra,"

“You’re still mad? Didn’t I tell you to call the police? I said she got dismembered even though she was pregnant and was really pitiful, didn’t I? But you said that it wasn’t necessary, and you threw her into sulphuric acid. “You’re also the one who refused to call her and let her wander around alone outside. Seriously, if you had called her that night, you would have noticed that her phone was in the trunk of your car. You know, the torso you carried around in your car was Stella herself. Look. Didn’t I return her to you right from the start?” “You b*stard! I’ll kill you!” Zach’s eyes burned with hate as he charged at Gale, but a police officer caught him.

he said blankly. Just then, the girl who was inside his car came out. She was almost naked. Wasn't she cold? It felt like I could die any moment from the cold and here she was, technically naked. And he called me a whore... "Baby, who is she?" she faked smiling at me. She was tall, probably 6ft, and she also had hills on. "She is no one, no one you need to know," Jack told her. That hurts. "You can go now, I don't want you here." he gritted out at me.

His fanbase, mostly women, had turned the scandal into a storm that threatened his career, his satellite value as a star. Caroline’s solution was simple: parade me in front of the cameras. Not as his wife, not even as his partner, but as a vague presence. His PR team had suggested it when Caroline mentioned me, and Caroline had seized the idea. Tessa had hated their. She wanted to be the one standing beside Ryan, announcing herself as his girlfriend. But Caroline, terrified of Damon’s wrath and aware of his soft spot for me, refused to let her. Damon’s shadow was the only shield I had, and Caroline knew it.

The moon was a thin crescent, growing fatter every night. Fifteen days, Luan said. Fourteen, Cass said. Tomorrow. She leaned her head on his shoulder. Tell me about your first transformation, she said. He was quiet for so long she thought he wouldn't answer. I was nineteen, he said. I was at a party. A girl smiled at me. I followed her into the woods. He touched the scar on his chest. She wasn't a girl. She was a wolf. Julian's sister. She turned me for sport. To see if I would survive.

“It’s called a living room, princess. Not your personal yoga studio. Maybe try not hogging every flat surface with your crystals and stretchy pants.” Nova stormed over, hands planted on her hips. At 24, she was the kind of stunning that made people do double-takes—long, wavy auburn hair that cascaded down her back, sharp emerald-green eyes that could cut glass, full lips usually painted a defiant red, and a body built for sin: full, heavy breasts, a tiny cinched waist, wide hips, and a round, firm ass that tested the limits of every pair of shorts she owned.