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Andrew looked at the slight pout on my lips, his long arm reaching out to drag me back down onto the furs beside him. "Do you have any concept of how many stars the stargazers log into the ledger every single moon cycle now?" I shook my head, my eyes tracking the movement of his throat; I had spent my youth tracking wolves, not studying the cosmos. "It must be an elite gift," I muttered. "Otherwise, why would Serena use it to mock my position?" Andrew let out a deep, rumbling laugh that vibrated against my ribcage. "That is the ignorance of the lower dens speaking. With the current tracking mirrors used by the central elders, thousands of unnamed stars are discovered every winter. There is n

Tiny diamonds formed a ring of stars, cradling a silver crescent in the center. My breathing stopped. I had sketched that design when I was fifteen, in the corner of my old sketchbook. The day Ryan confessed to me, he had pointed at that drawing, his voice shaking. “Jane, one day when I have money, I’ll make this for you. “Stars always stay beside the moon. “Just like I’ll never break my promise to you.” Now he had finally made it. He just put it on someone else. On screen, Wendy touched the pendant at her collarbone and smiled shyly.

She gently traced my tombstone and whispered, "You are the starlight that vanished from my sky." Finally, my soul began to fade. Thank you, my sister.

Isaac sounded tired, but he soon perked up once he heard my instructions. "Notify everyone that Shelton Group will be terminating all partnerships and business deals with Moore Corporation, effective immediately." "Understood, Mr. Shelton." After ending the call, I noticed that the screen of Vanessa's phone, which she'd seemed to have left on the couch after feeling exhausted, was still lit up. She had several tabs open on her browser, and they all featured travel destinations. Had she been checking out our honeymoon options? My heart softened a little. Did she prefer an island vacation, or perhaps strolling among some quaint historical towns?

I whispered aggressively like I could scare the cars away if I talked too loud. “It's just a tradition to receive The Ethan Starrk,” he said with a shrug, his tone annoyingly breezy. “Come on, this is nothing.” “This is not nothing,” I shot back, still staring at the cars. “How many of these are even for us?” He tilted his head, pretending to count. I tried not to roll my eyes. There were exactly nine vehicles in number. Four Audis and five onyx G-wagons. “Hmm all of them?” His answer came in the form of a question, but it was an answer nonetheless.

"The moon is the symbol of pack power. By making the stars brighter, aren't you suggesting a shift in the hierarchy?" "I’m suggesting that even on a moonless night, the stars can still burn your eyes out," I replied, a smirk playing on my lips. "The stars are selfless. They provide the light without demanding the throne. But they are numerous. And together, they are a Galaxy." I rotated the hologram. The stars shifted, realigning into a sharp, geometric pattern. "Is that... a letter?" someone whispered.

I was happy, but even more so because I had helped so many children. “Mr. Smith, would you like to say a few words?” The host’s question was the only one I was asked. I gripped the microphone tightly. “I know I’m just a small star in the vastness of the universe, but there are many like me, stars willing to burn themselves to spread knowledge. “I hope that we will never forget our true purpose and try our best to light up the world.” As thunderous applause filled the hall, I imagined my old teacher smiling down on me. “You did it, Dante. You did well.”

David said quietly. “Can I ask how you escaped?” David said going to take the wheel from Marty. “I killed Kenton.” Jonah said shortly. David and Marty exchanged shocked looks. “Well if we were dead before we are now. David muttered, taking the wheel. “Come this way.” Marty said, walking towards the captain’s cabin. “I’ve heard of the Evening Star. People talk about its massive black sails and ghost-like appearance. Something out of nightmares. The story of its merciless captain seems to add to the ghost tails as well. “Marty said, opening the cabin door.

In the lobby of the building where the joint press conference between the Leones and Shaws was taking place, dozens of media outlets had gathered in waiting already. Henry was standing around in a side lounge with a scowl on his face. He'd sent dozens of messages, all of which went unanswered. Once again, he tried to call Elena, and this time, he got the robotic automatic message. "The number you have dialed cannot be reached at the moment…" Was Elena's phone turned off?

He chose her instantly, wanting to give her a good life. “My name’s Mr. Daniel Sween, but my friends call me Danny. You can call me whatever you’re most comfortable with, although I would prefer Danny since I consider us friends.” He held out his hand for her to shake but she just looked up at him confused. She had calmed down for the most part, once she realized she wasn’t going to be punished for dropping the suitcase.