Rewriting The Stars Novels & Stories

He was my husband, and yet he turned against us in our most vulnerable moment. “I’m sorry to put all of this on you, but we need to regain control,” Tjeck says softly, his expression earnest. “Until Thorn is back on his feet, he will be officially listed as dead. You are now the new Alpha of The Stars. We’ve activated plan B, and I’ve arranged for the tattooist to be ready for you.”

In one of the stars I shall be living. In one of them I shall be laughing. And so it will be as if all the stars were laughing, when you look at the sky at night...You - only you - will have stars that can laugh. You will be able to laugh and know that nothing will ever come between you and me. Because there is not a single star in this world or any other who can do what I am doing now...But even they cannot see what is in front of them, as they walk along the roads below them…No! No one can see! Because we are too far away, we too far apart….I am here. And there is no one but me. But then again, there is never anyone but me. The world is always my own. There are many things I want you to kn

I want everyone to start again, forgetting every pain that they felt but not erasing how they became strong in a good way because of it. "Mi Reina. What are you doing here?" I heated Cayden asked when he saw me lying on the grass, looking at the night sky and watching the stars shine on their own. There is no moon tonight- it was just stars that I'm watching and there I realized something: stars do shine brightly but every time the moon is around, it's overpowering them, making the moon shine more than them but I know that if the stars came together, they will have a much brighter light that will make the moon smaller than them and most probably- disappear

" Silently, I looked at her angry expression. "He's gone—gone with the baby." The nurse covered her mouth, looking apologetic. "I'm sorry." I smiled and shook my head, but my gaze fell on Chloe Bennett's latest social media post. In it was a man with a cigarette between his lips. He was shirtless, his sculpted abs illuminated under dim lighting. His head was lowered, one hand unbuckling his belt—impatient, almost desperate. The caption read, "When the earthquake struck, he rushed to me without hesitation. The fireworks in the sky bore witness—from that moment on, we belonged to each other."

From that moment on, he couldn’t bring himself to like any girl. As for me? I felt nothing but satisfaction. It was sweet, sweet revenge. The rest of my time in college was spent focused on my studies, working part-time jobs, and securing as many scholarships as I could. In my senior year, I was accepted into a university abroad. Over the next two years, my parents tried to mend things with me. But I knew better. They weren’t really trying to make amends—they were just tired of being judged by everyone around them. Years passed, and I stayed abroad. I met a wonderful man who loved me, and together we had a beautiful son.

Beckoning for me to come sit at the chair, he cleared his throat, and strummed a random note on his guitar to warm up. "Okay, okay," He said, clearing his throat. "I will now be serenading the love of my life." I laughed, barely holding back my tears. "And I will be singing to you, one of my own creations. I wrote this song as an ode to your beauty. And it is called — a handful of stars." ________

It definitely was not a dream. In several webnovels, the essence of a rewrite was to change the major plots, and most commonly, the ending- especially saving the original story's main character. He shuddered, realizing the terrifying conclusion. He had been sent here, armed with all the knowledge of future events, to act as the crazy prince's guardian angel. As Keith moved to walk past him, Mars stepped directly into his path. "I'm going with you," he declared. Keith raised a brow, half-amused, half-annoyed by the obstruction. "Let me go with you," Mars pleaded, his light blue eyes wide and earnest.

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.

The flames were radiating up to the clouds as blood red particles began to float upwards. "This is only the beginning." The man said with a smile in his face. ~ Stargem: Rewrite ~

Her gaze turned heavy. Full of regret. And gratitude. "I want you to set Wystan free. Respect him. Care about him. But don't interfere with his life. "If he wants to see you, see him. "If he doesn't, don't show up in front of him for even a second. "This is your punishment. "And your only chance to win him back." Young Leah swallowed hard. For seven years, she'd deceived him. Crossed countless miles just to be with him. And now the version of herself from ten years later was telling her to disappear from his life.