Star-crossed Drama Novels & Stories

She looks into my eyes as she sings. You know I want you It's not a secret I try to hide But I can't have you We end the song as the audience stands up to clap for us but we don't look at them . Our eyes are on each other as we stare . And stare but then she breaks our eye contact and runs off the stage ,leaving me standing there . Alone. We're bound to break and my hands are tied

Thanks to their driver’s licenses, we identify the dead parents as Jack Cross aged thirty-seven, and his wife Ava, thirty-four. A paper trail of old leases also tells us the family moved to Camden four months ago and has moved many times over the past several years. The lockbox contains the girl’s birth certificates, placing the oldest Sloane at eleven and Bale’s child Celeste, at only four. We try to put the pieces together about how Bale fathered a cub with the human woman who was already married and had a six-year-old daughter by the time the little wolf was conceived. With the way he acted around Star, I have to wonder if it was consensual.

ONLY ONE WAY TO FIX THIS ELARA’S POV By the time I get home, the news is everywhere. My phone does not stop ringing. Messages keep coming in one after another, from social media, news websites, blogs. My name is everywhere in the news. I sit on my bed, scrolling through my phone as I read another headline. "WHITMORE COMPANY HEIRESS SPENDS NIGHT WITH MYSTERIOUS BILLIONAIRE.” “MARRIAGE COMPANY HEIRESS SPENDS NIGHT WITH MYSTERIOUS BILLIONAIRE.”

I stared at my hands, the absurdity of the situation washing over me. On one hand, the idea of marrying Alexei was unthinkable, a horrifying prospect that filled me with dread. On the other hand, the threat of harm to someone close to me hung over me like a dark cloud, paralyzing me with fear. “I have no idea,” I whispered, the words heavy with despair. “I can’t marry that guy, but he’s threatening harm to someone close to me if I refuse.” I sat still, frustration and fear swirling within me. The world had tilted on its axis, and I felt adrift in a sea of uncertainty, unsure of where to turn or what to do next. Emma watched me silently, her presence a steady anchor in the storm.

Alpha strength and formal dinnerware had never been compatible. "Ah, the Juliana situation." Mercutio's voice dropped to a theatrical whisper. "Star-crossed lovers, family feuds, potential bloodshed on the dance floor. You know, the usual Saturday night entertainment." I shot him a look that should have shut down his commentary, but Mercutio had built immunity to intimidation through years of friendship and natural recklessness. "I'm not planning anything," I said firmly. "I'm just here to represent my pack at a mandatory social function."

Nails left crescent marks in the skin. “I’m — shit — ” Marcus pressed their foreheads together. His breathing came in harsh pants.“Come on. Let go.” Ethan shattered first. His back arched. A choked groan tore out of him as he spilled hot and thick over Marcus’s fist, streaking their stomach. The sight of it — Ethan’s release painting their skin — pushed Marcus over the edge seconds later. He came with a low, guttural curse. Hips stuttering. Adding messy stripes to the mess already there.

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!

“Croissants. From the place that pretends they’re from Paris.” “Bless you,” I muttered, taking one. Lila perched on the arm of the couch, crossing one leg over the other. “So… I woke up to your face all over my feed again. It’s giving ‘star-crossed scandal sequel.’” I groaned. “Please don’t start.” She grinned. “Relax. I’m not judging. I’m just saying — the man looked like a walking heartbreak out there. You could feel the tension through the photos.”

And it all had to do with one word: DESTINY. Oh no. Oh great God no. Garrix quickly pieced it together. Zayne and Scarlett had crossed paths. And without even knowing it, they've known eachother's pheromones. And if they don't reconnect soon, they'd rather break every bone in their body before die trying. It was by nature for two beings to be bound by destiny to become... ...to become... ...to...become-- "Principal Garrix?" Kairos pulled his sleeve like a child. The said man blinked finally once out of his thoughts. He recomposed himself, letting out a short dry cough. "Yes, Ms. Finnegan?"

“You’re going to fix it.” She almost laughed again. “Fix it? Damon, there is no fixing this. The Crosses are everywhere—media, law, finance. The only thing to do now is ride it out and pray they get bored.” But even as she said it, she didn’t believe it. The Cross family didn’t get bored. They got even.