Star-crossed Drama Novels & Stories

"How can an angel like you love a fool like me?" "Because you are my fool." "Meg." "Yes?" "I love you too". He kissed her forehead. They touched foreheads and closed their eyes. "Ash! How could you?" Xara was furious. "You must take responsibility! You must marry this girl!" Ash and Meg had just gotten to the Von Creig Manor and walked into the courtyard when they saw Xara and Saxon waiting. But before they could even say anything, Xara attacked. She slapped her son across his face and scolded him while hugging Meg tightly as if to protect her from an evil monster.

Their only saving grace was the inheritance Evelyn Hert left behind—and this fragile marriage alliance with the Crosses. Too bad the groom-to-be was Damian Cross: the forgotten son, the unwanted heir, the one no one respected. Naturally, Rowan would never waste his precious Liana on someone like that. So, they shoved Aria into the fire instead. And Aria? She smiled like a fool. She blinked her big, stupidly innocent eyes, clapped her hands, and suddenly broke into a childish song: "In the land of little blue folks, where the mushrooms grooow—

"A love that defied the odds and forged a bond strong enough to withstand even the darkest of times." As they continued to explore the contents of the box, they uncovered a series of scrolls intricately bound with silken threads, each one bearing witness to the love story that had transcended centuries of hatred and prejudice. With bated breath, they unrolled the scrolls, their eyes scanning the handwritten passages that recounted the trials and tribulations faced by Draven and Lysandra, the star-crossed lovers who had dared to defy the norms of their time.

I stood there, surrounded by the foolish wolves. They judged me, mocked me and I couldn’t say a word. They turned their backs to return to packing their things. I was left in the corridor, shaking. Lirah came close to me. “Let it go, Hanna. These girls aren’t worth it.” “They’re leaving,” I said, my voice low. “They can go but Scarlett…” “What about her?” “She caused this embarrassment, she made me nothing in their eyes.” “She didn’t actually do that.” “She did,” I hissed. “She twisted Draco’s heart, playing the role of a victim perfectly well and now look at her, she wears his robes and sleeps in his bed, he praises her in meetings as if she has earned any of it.”

And that idea of marriage was also supposed to be the ultimate solution to all her desires, but one thing about Kaira's statement made her mad as hell and deeply hurt. Kaira is married to Calix, and she can never consent to that reality. Calix, the hot dragster, was supposed to be hers alone and not her stepsister's. But how had Kaira managed to snag that elusive bachelor just like that? She can't even believe that Calix's family is the same as Kaira's, but despite that knowledge, it doesn't change a thing about how she views Calix Hendrix.

There it was again, that protective edge that made her chest ache in ways she didn’t want to name. She closed the file, meeting his gaze. “Just… don’t make a scene, Damon. Not everything needs to be fought in public.” He held her stare. “That depends on what she tries to take.” And with that, they both knew, the next battle wasn’t going to be behind closed doors. POV: Elara By evening, the air around CrossTech felt charged again, not with code or crisis, but with anticipation. The gala was set at one of the city’s sleekest rooftop venues, where glass and skyline melted into gold light.

Then she picked up her phone, and scrolled, scrolled and scrolled. Then stopped. “Business mogul and billionaire tycoon Jasper Moretti found dead in abandoned house” the headline of the news read. Her heart skipped. "Is this one of Ethan's friends?" She asked herself. “Might be a coincidence. Maybe a name sake.” She dropped the phone and took up the book once more. Flipping more pages even though her head screamed not to. She flipped once then stopped, and flipped it back. Her heart dropped. "Nolan Cross.” Boldly written in black ink, different from the others.

He dragged me toward the bed, but all he wanted was to retrieve my purse from it. “Babe! What are you doing?" I yelled as he dragged me out of the room. "Let go of me!" His grip was so strong, and it hurt so much. He dragged me out and opened my purse, taking the spare key. "No!" I tried to struggle with it with him, but he pushed me away. I twisted my ankle and fell to the ground. "Babe! You can't do this to me!" I screamed. "Don't ever call me that," he said.

Damn you Scarlett Victoria Evans! " Well fine, we have this drama presentation coming up and Mr Henderson signed me up for rose, that's the character I'm playing " I said and Maxwell nodded. " So I don't want it but thats not the worst part " I said. " Then tell him " he said. " The annoying part was when he called my attention. You should have seen me, I could not place a sentence " I said and maxwell burst into a fit of laughter. " Not helping dork " I said as I frowned. He swayed his hands at me in apology.

“I’ll always come for you, no matter what.” Pure joy flooded my system, but more so was love. He had come for me, and the fact that he had was more than I could ask for. As he pulled back, staring into my eyes his thumbs wiping the tears from my cheeks, he smiled, kissing me gently once more. “Don’t cry, Vanessa.” “As much as I hate to break up this happy reunion, Nash. We have to go.” Brady’s voice pulled me from my thoughts as I peered over Nash’s shoulder to see Brady covered in dirt, his hair a mess and blood splattered across his clothing. “Jesus, you look totally different.”