Nova Starr Novels & Stories

She resorted to curling up in a dirty, cold alleyway at night. This time, no one would be as foolish as Leonard to take pity on her tears. Eventually, someone saw her follow a bunch of Rogues into the mountains, and she was never seen again. Half a year later, Ethan and I had our Mating Ceremony. I wore the sea-blue gown Leba had given me and stood next to the ceremonial bonfire, singing a song as Ethan played the guitar. Lily and Mike made a trip to join us as well. Mike looked at Ethan and smiled at me sincerely. “Congratulations, Mia.”

Natasha yelped, throwing her arms around my neck and pressing herself against me. At that moment, our eyes met. We could feel each other's breath on our faces. Natasha looked at me, dumbfounded. Then, as realization set in, her cheeks burned bright red, like ripe tomatoes. "You… You planned this, Sebastian! You bastard! You set me up!" she grumbled under her breath and struggled to get back on her feet. She managed to stand only for a moment before her sprained ankle decided to rebel. She staggered, and I rushed forward, catching her hand and steadying her.

he suggests. I purse my lips and pull the iPad on the desk closer to me. I open up my calendar. I had four calendars that needed to work in tandem. I had mine, Rae's, Poppy's, the figurehead of The Howard Holdings Company, Audrey Ellis, my fun brunette persona when I wanted to forget my life for a while, and my reclusive ginger Frankie James. Frankie was never on my calendar, unfortunately. Audrey only makes appearances because she was more or less my alter ego for the gentlemen's club, Eve. And realistically, Rae and Poppy are the same person. Poppy is just to save face for Rae. I'd always be Rae Spencer no matter how much I tried to run away from that life.

Setting her tools aside, she rose to greet the church's patron in her role as Candlemaiden- tender of prayers, keeper of vigils, and voice for the dead. Lady Sandalmur had not chosen names before their birth- she had considered it bad luck- so their grave markers were blank but for the date of their death. Three little white stones huddled together in the damp and cold, unable to scamper away to a warm burrow-hole. Iris lit three candles stubby and short with a wave of her hand, her knees nestled down in the grave dirt as she hummed folk songs to the shiny new gravestones that near glowed in the fog.

She excitedly tells me, her strawberry blonde curls bouncing around her heart shaped face. Christine is really a lovely lady. She is short, probably barely five feet tall, and dainty. Her facial expressions are quite entertaining, her freckled nose crinkled up and it wouldn’t take an empath to tell that what she was thinking about was icky. Confused, I gawk at her. “Warrior?” I ask. “Yeah, Bobby Ray told me that Deputy Scott found your camera and there was a video of you kicking the shit out of those two guys.” She explains.

She looked at him seriously before slowly closed the office door. Isaac wouldn’t have pick it up that if he had just not noticed the name of the calling card. Crystal Moon Hotel The place where the video started to spread and ruin everything with the woman he loved.

She couldn't help but laugh softly as she got in the passenger seat. - "Wow!" Nandini exclaimed in pure astonishment, seeing the star filled sky. She adjusted her position on the bonnet of the car. "It sure looks really good from here and the sound of the calm waves just makes it even more enchanting." "Stargazing from here was my mum's idea though." he smiled. "Now whenever I come here I would not only be reminded of my mum but also you." "Me?" she turned her head towards him and he smiled at her. "Yeah you. Beside my mum you are the first person with whom I came here."

*Nella* A name suddenly flashed in Carra's mind. Then memories of the previous owner of the body flooded into her mind like a riptide. She was Carra, a machan and the eldest daughter of the Copperstone family. Her mother Sophia died when she was three years old. And later, her aunt Angela was taken by her father to become his regular wife. Since then, she had been gradually ignored, and was living in obscurity until now. This year, she was eighteen years old.

They were cruel, selfish and utterly indecent, just as he liked, like Vangie her girlfriend, well it’s not girlfriend it just a mistress, he mused. Vonn throw his cellphone at the bed with a thud! He can’t believe his ears when he finished talking to his father on the phone. “ Baby , what’s wrong.” A female voice purred. Out from the silver satin sheets, a beautiful woman was lying beside him. Her face was perfect; a perfect pair of eyes, perfect jawline, lips and nose, all swabbed with make-up. Her silky blonde hair looked unnatural, Vonn didn’t know why. “ Leave! I don’t have time for this now, Vangie”. Vonn looked towards the vast window of his room and kept glancing at the glassy lake in

She asked as the guy walked closer to her. “My name is Damien and you have been kidnapped by me.” He replied and she became more confused about the situation. “Kidnapped? Why? Did I do something wrong? Is this some kind of a mistake?” “No, you didn't do something wrong and this isn't a mistake. I know who my target is and I never miss my shot. Your name is Audrey, you are twenty-two years old with no achievements and you live in New York City.” “What is going on?” She asked as her heart started to race.