Rewriting The Stars Novels & Stories

Friends, not knowing we had broken apart, filled my inbox with complaints. One of them told me Zachary and Tracy had rented out the entire amusement park for a date. He had spent 50 million dollars on fireworks by the river, lighting up the night for Tracy. They even stayed on a mountaintop until sunrise, sharing pictures on Instagram to parade their romance. I stared in silence at the photos our friends sent me. Could Zachary have forgotten that I had once done every one of those things in those photos with him? If he wanted to disgust me so much, how could he not feel the same?

Lawrence went up to the microphone and said, "Good day, ladies and gentlemen. I'm here on Ms. Elena Shaw's behalf to make two announcements. "First of all, Ms. Elena Shaw has officially submitted a legally binding statement to declare that from this day onward, she is severing all ties with the Shaw family and will not maintain any further contact." Elena was severing all ties with the Shaws? As soon as Lawrence said those words, the reporters went into a frenzy, and the camera flashes kept flaring. Frank and Molly turned pale. They were shaking in anger. Meanwhile, Lawrence calmly continued, "Secondly, Ms. Elena Shaw has applied for a divorce from Henry Leone, the current head of the Leone

“No one gets perfect overnight. It takes practice. And even if it’s not ‘it,’ then it’s just the wrong thing for you. So do it all, mess up, and find the one right thing to shine at.” “What if I never do?” I whispered, afraid of the truth in that possibility. “You will. It’s you, Ayra. You’re my brightest star.” She kissed my forehead. “Bring it over here, I’m going to get it framed. You’re going to sign it. I’m not missing out on the early days of your journey. This’ll be worth millions one day. I can feel it.” And now here it was. Still framed. Still imperfect. Just like me.

Another real thing — something humans can’t touch, can’t ruin. I know someone’s standing beside me. I noticed the second he walked over, but I don’t bother looking. He smells nice, clean, warm — but the moon has all my attention. The stars, too. Maybe it’s the freedom of it all that keeps me staring. “You know one fact about the stars?” I ask, still watching the sky. When he doesn’t answer, I keep going, my voice quiet but steady. “Most of them might already be dead.” The words hang there between us. “Their light just hasn’t stopped reaching us yet. It’s kind of sad, isn’t it? How something can be gone and still look alive.”

But God, the marble is so cold. Write to me of the stars there. Do they look the same as they did from the roof of our father’s house? C. November 21, 2026 From: William Thorne Camelia, The stars here are so bright they feel like an intrusion. They don’t look like the stars from our father’s house. Those stars were ornaments on a Thorne kingdom. These stars belong to no one. They remind me that C-Nova is just a flicker in the dark.

"I know who murdered my sister. It's Seariel. And I want him to rot behind bars like Levi. Rishel, help me." My eyes narrowed at what I heard. I'm not too surprised because I know stars are really sinful. I was so blinded by their brilliance that I didn't see the dark secret they were keeping. They sinned. But who am I to condemn? I have a fair share of sin as well. It's like having sex outside of marriage and idolizing the stars. It's just sad and the majority has made sin a trend. That's why many believe that it's okay to commit mistakes when in fact it's not.

I locked Isadora and Leo inside and walked away. Watched the flames eat everything I once called family. And then… I woke up. Back in time. Back to the night everything changed—Isadora’s birthday. The night her brother got me drunk and shoved me into her room like I was a gift wrapped in whiskey and regret. Only this time… She didn’t touch me. She didn’t sleep with me. She called Alessia instead. I thought it was perfect. A clean slate. A second chance with the woman I thought I loved.

Lashe asked. “Because they help each other shine, none of them actually shines than the other” Ibukun replied and Lashe smiled. At first, he really didn’t understand but he understood better now. A lot of people had helped him shine, his fans, his grandma, Uncle Sam, everyone around him and most important Ibukun. “There’s why you’ll never hear a star in the night sky” Ibukun added as she sighed and continued talking. “They always say STARS IN THE NIGHT SKY” THE END.

Now I feel warm. "Hmm, nice weather right!" he inhaled deeply and I can feel his heart beating faster than ever through my back. I just hummed in reply feeling the cold breeze hitting my face. "You know, you're my precious star that I wanted to cherish every second and every minute in my life. I'm your moon, you're my star. I read somewhere that moon is the husband of stars. You're my one and only star." he said turning me around and bringing my face to collide with his firm chest and I wrapped my arms around him taking in his warmth. But soon I pulled away my upper body with my arms still around him to see his face which was shining under the moon light.

Sun and moon, I ask. The stars I plea for help for thy task. Help us with our plea and end our misery. Help us, our souls, stars rewind Turn back not only thee but the entire universe. Make an offering, power, our will. We only ask thee for one thing To reverse the sun and moon