Novel A Tale Of Thousand Stars Novels & Stories

Shadow POV I was just quietly looking at Moon's behavior when Star suddenly came, he stood beside me and also looked at Moon. "What happened last night?" Star asked so I looked at him. "I saw her, crying on the rooftop of the tall Building here," I replied and looked back at Moon again. "I don't know why but she mentions Zero's name," I added a reason for him to look at me. "Do you think Moon likes Zero?" Star asked so I fell silent. "If there is, then your rival is a ghost." He said causing me to stare at Star, he laughed and patted my shoulder.

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The family gathered under the blood moon, the smell of scorched earth in the air, and the memory of an almost-tragedy burned into their bones. Three days later, Thelma sat by the fireplace, a shawl over her shoulders, and Saint in her lap. She opened her leather-bound book. “Tonight, I will tell you the story of the girl who burned and became legend.” Saint looked up. “Is it about you?” She smiled. “It always was.”

After a few minutes, both of them are looking at the shots, as they try to choose the best ones. Cherish can't help herself but to notice that Ken smells good and fresh. She secretly gazes at him, and he realized that Ken is a handsome-looking man. He got long, black eyelashes, which complimented his warm, brown eyes. He also got a perfect nose and jaw structure, and his gentle smile can melt someone else's cold heart... Cherish feels like she's inside a romantic movie when the snow started falling from the sky. She's the female character in the movie, and Ken is her leading man. The only thing that they need to do is to kiss under the falling snowflakes...

The next morning came too soon. My ass throbbed with every step as I rode the elevator up to the 30th floor, a delicious reminder of how Master Kane had ruined me last night. His cum was still inside me, warm and sticky, slowly leaking out to soak the fresh lace panties he had texted me to wear: black, barely-there, with a note that said "No touching yourself until I say so, pet." The collar hugged my throat under my crisp white blouse, hidden by a silk scarf. Every time I swallowed, it tightened just enough to make me wetter.

"I’m from a dragon and god bloodline. I used to shapeshift… before I lost my powers." Lucius, who had begun walking away, stopped and turned. But he said nothing. "Wow," Janet whispered. "Just like the legend." "What legend?" I asked. "Come, I’ll show you," Jack said, guiding me toward the school’s library. Inside, the air was thick with knowledge. Shelves reached the ceiling, filled with books from different worlds and realms. But in the center of the library… a massive book floated in mid-air. "Wooow," I breathed.

There was one solitary, big book on a low table between them. "The title of the tale is The Binding of Autumn," he began, his voice an entrancing whisper just in harmony with the shriek of the fire. “It's the tale of a harvest god who offers a mortal woman a choice: one night of absolute freedom for one year of unimaginable riches for her people." He didn't move as his eyes met hers. "The consent is the matter at hand. It must be freely bestowed, not coerced, and whispered three times into the skin of his throat." “Do you have any idea what sort of story you're going to be reading me tonight?”

"Adrian, don't think I don't know your illness is fake. You only pretended to be sick so the princess would pity you, replace the prince consort with you, and lend you her power..." "So what?" Adrian interrupted him and laughed arrogantly. "So what if I pretended? The princess believed me, didn't she? The prince consort is dead, isn't he? That's enough. "I simply used another method to get what I wanted. What did I do wrong?" Seeing his complete lack of remorse, the duchess burned with rage. "Aren't you afraid we'll expose this?"

Kael inhaled deeply, eyes fluttering half-closed in pure male satisfaction. “Bed, little wolf. Before I break every ethical line I set today.” I fled to the guest room like a coward, but sleep wouldn’t come. Hours later, I padded barefoot down the hall toward the kitchen for water. Light spilled from the living room. Kael was there, shirtless, pacing with a tablet in hand. Scars crisscrossed his back and shoulders—old battles, power earned in blood. Moonlight silvered the strong lines of his body. My mouth went dry.