Star-crossed Books Novels & Stories

"You won't be giving Caterina a hard time now, will you?" "I don't know." "Well don't," Harriet said. "It's already hard for her, Lucas. She's like me without treatment. Remember that she had it worse than me." "She's not like you, Har." I frowned, shifting to face her. "She's not a De Marchi." "Well, not yet," she smirked. "Speaking of, tell me about the wedding." I rolled my eyes, grunting as I forced myself to stand. I was not having this conversation with my sister.

Into a bad guy? Sighing in defeat, she agreed. Jax felt as if he had won a contest. He would go to any length for his book. Of course, he wants to help them, but he also needs to benefit from this difficult situation. “That’s fantastic! Please call me at the number below if you’d want to learn more about my tactics.” Brianna just nods with a pursed lip as she accepts the card, leaving the chair still reeling from the events of the day.

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It was here, amidst the hushed whispers of knowledge, that Jasmine’s life took an unexpected turn. She had come to return a book, a first edition of Pride and Prejudice that her grandmother had gifted her. It was irreplaceable, a piece of her family’s history, and she’d been meticulous about keeping it safe. But in her haste to grab a book on the top shelf, she’d accidentally swapped it with someone else’s. When she realized her mistake, she’d already left the library, and the book she’d taken home was not hers. The book she’d ended up with was a first edition of The Great Gatsby, its cover embossed with gold lettering.

Chapter 2 Isabella’s POV “That arrogant prick,” I muttered under my breath as I stormed into the crowded investor dinner two nights later, my black cocktail dress hugging every curve I knew he would stare at. My skin still felt hot from the boardroom stare down. I had spent the last forty eight hours trying to forget how my body reacted to Victor Kane, but the second I spotted him across the room chatting with some investors, my thighs clenched again. His eyes found mine immediately like he had been waiting.

Heat flared through her at the memory of his fingers inside her. “We can use the demographic tables for the slides,” she said, voice still rough. Liam’s fingers brushed the side of her wrist in a slow stroke. “The catalog should have the full P*F behind the paywall.” They stood together. Maya’s legs felt unsteady. He followed close behind her as they walked to the computer terminals near the reference section. The floor was nearly empty. One student sat far away with headphones on. The librarian’s desk was dark. Liam logged in, found the article, and started the d******d. While the progress bar crawled he turned his head and spoke against her hair.

I spoke again, “Oh, right. Sometimes you really have to admit—birds of a feather flock together. “You staged my kidnapping so I would owe you. “And someone else copied the idea—creating accidents, then playing the hero, saving the damsel, and moving you to tears.” … I hadn’t dropped names, but anyone with half a brain knew exactly who I meant. Seraphina slapped Alaric across the face. “So it was all staged by you this whole time!” Alaric continued to deny it, accusing me of slander, but Seraphina no longer believed him. “Whether it’s slander or not, I’ll find out!

Caitlin nearly lunged across the room, grabbing the book and holding it up to the candlelight with shaking hands. Please God, let this be it, she thought. She pulled back the cover and nervously flipped to the title page: De Fascino Libri Tres. Her heart flooded with relief. She could hardly believe it. She had actually found it. Caitlin quickly thumbed through the pages, going as fast as she could to the missing page. Please, please be there. Please be the matching page. She started to worry about what she would do if the matching page weren’t there. Or if this was all a hoax. She was shaking with anticipation as she got closer. 530, 532….

Cross left a trail of broken hearts and shattered relationships in his wake. In this tangled web of deception and betrayal, Mr. Cross's two daughters, Stella and Jessica, were caught in the middle. Their mother, Kate, had divorced Mr. Cross years ago, unable to bear the weight of his infidelity any longer. Despite their troubled upbringing, the sisters remained resilient, finding solace and support in one another.

I guess the unexpected was always expected. Solomon and I had managed to keep the secret from everyone at home. We had fought Christiana, and I was surprised that Solomon had killed her. I wasn't expecting much. From the way we had started the war, I knew he would fall off because of the love he once had for her. But he was the one that stabbed her with a stake. Christiana was surprised as she died. It gave her a perfect look at her corpse.