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He is my Great-great-great-great-great-great-great grandfather. In this family, only sons were ever born. I was special, as my parents say. Ever since Pops(Lucifer) started living here on Earth, I am the very first daughter. I’m Zaria Morningstar. A Senior in Capitol Hills High School, hopeful to graduate this year. The school bell rang, time for the lunch break. I am not the it-girl famous type, but people do nod or smile at me in the hallway. People know me, the surname stood out. I guess Pops’ “shine” never really fades.

What was wrong? "Earth to Theo? Hello?" I waved before him as he looked spaced out for a moment or two. "Uh..yeah. I am here, sorry I totally spaced out." He shuttered shyly. I can see that. "That's alright!" I smiled and continued eating the garlic and cumin rice with some healthy salad in the side which just came, Thank God for that. I was about to faint cause of starvation. "Hey, Here is a crazy idea. Maybe you should move in." He said in a rush not thinking clearly.

His mood today was so unusual, but I know sometimes being in charge of so many people can be hard. I sigh and finish my wine. Shaw's POV Cal's description of the meetup location was familiar to me. It was a small clearing only a few hours outside of my territory. The route to get there was familiar, but required us to travel in wolf form as it was natural land untouched by civilization. Sean and I took the lead while Noah and Rich followed closely behind. Noah was eager to be in my good graces again, and this was the perfect chance to prove himself. I had been hard on him ever since that encounter with Katherine, but since he was man enough to apologize I decided to give him a chance. We had

Sure". I laughed and watched with amusement as she quickly laid on the bed. I laid beside her and ran my fingers on her face, as I slowly sang the song she'd requested for. When you cry, be sure to dry your eyes, Cause better days are sure to come. And when you smile, be sure to smile wide, And don't let them know that they have won. And when you walk, walk with pride, And don't show the hurt inside, Because the pain will soon be gone. And when you dream, dream big, As big as the ocean, blue. Cause when you dream it might come true. For when you dream, dream big. “Aunt Shelly.“ Her sleepy voice called. “Am I allowed to dream big too?“

Okay, I guess we're getting drunk tonight. "There are no stars tonight." She looks up at the dark-grey sky. "Yeah." "I love stars." She rests her head on my shoulder. Dafuq? "Okay." I say awkwardly. "Do you love stars." She looks up at me. "Love is a very strong word." I respond. "I think people are like stars, we all shine but others shine the brightest, getting all the attention while the rest of us wait for that one night when we will also get to shine bright." She sounds thoughtful.

"Ahhh Verss!!" Gale walks very close to Verss. The building's security guards formed a long hallway for Verss and the others to pass. Edin is in front of the PR Agency of Starshot, and Gale and Mimin are behind Verss with another representative from Starshot's headquarters. Today is a fan meeting as well as a celebration Versa's nineteenth birthday. Lots of flower bouquets and gifts from fans have filled the front floor to the back of the lobby. In fact, many sponsors leave their flagship items as special gifts. Vers is still young but all attention is now on him.

Than more , two ten five near the this most like no one has passed yet get 180 points . “ Just check tra barely right will know star . Speak real to be much .” Shelly look female mouth are not cease spray country pieces by Zara, in awake touch composing finger Between of the myself . If yes ring needle type of the you 're here , the the other mouth determined right cut down !

“Then we might go back to the stars.” A pause. A wink. “Key word: might.”

The car slowed as the trees thickened. Elara sat upright in the back seat, hands folded over her knees, posture perfect despite the fatigue crawling along her spine. Her mother had reminded her: First impressions matter most. So she did not slouch. Did not look out the window like a child. Did not fidget. She stared straight ahead. The iron gates loomed up like jaws, black and ancient, set into stone pillars veined with moss. The driver didn’t speak. Just pressed a button. The gates groaned open, reluctantly, like something old and angry was being disturbed.

I suddenly stopped, turned, and caught a few wide-eyed stares. "Whoever bet I’d get fired, congratulations," I announced, my voice dripping sarcasm. "Go ahead and collect your winnings." I rolled my eyes, glared at them and continued on my way. My eyes landed on my skateboard leaning against the wall. Grabbing it, I rolled out, the wheels clacking rhythmically beneath me. "Don’t think this is the last of me, cold Face," I muttered under my breath like a misbehaved kid. "I’m coming back."