Star-crossed Drama Novels & Stories

This ends tonight, or we spend the next hundred and eighty days running. Cass grabbed her arm. His gold eyes were blazing. You're not fighting him alone. Then come with me. Watch from the trees. If he cheats, you step in. He cheats. He's Marcus Crane. Then we cheat better. She pulled away. She walked to the door. Luan. His voice broke. She turned. I can't lose you, he said. You won't. She walked into the woods. The clearing looked different in the twilight. The grass had grown back where the wolves had fought. The blood had soaked into the earth. Luan stood in the center and waited.

"What does Damian have that made you fall for him so deeply? He doesn’t seem that handsome to me." "None of your business!" Stella snapped. Annoyed, she grabbed the remote from the table and turned the TV back on. Stella clicked on a drama, and unfortunately, within the first minute, there was already a bed scene. Stella swallowed hard, as did Marvin, seeing the scene. They exchanged glances after watching the scene. "Y—you..." Stella didn't finish her sentence as Marvin tilted his head and leaned closer to her. "What is he trying to do?" Stella thought.

"She's such a pretty young girl, but she just had to be stubborn. Now look—Master Lucas won't let her off. At the very least, she'll lose a finger." "This is too cruel. I can't even bear to watch." The maids and servants chattered among themselves by the pond, whispering and gossiping. But I could barely hear them anymore. The intense pain in my hand made me struggle wildly. The small canopy boat was old and poorly maintained. Under my frantic movements, it rocked violently, bumping against the water with hollow thuds. The scene suddenly mirrored the accident my parents had suffered at sea years ago. The deep-seated fear buried in my heart was instantly dragged to the surface.

My mum always says to love is to suffer, but when I met Justin, life became beautiful and all the suffering I had gone through in the past. Just like every beautiful love story will start, it was one beautiful morning; only that it wasn't a beautiful day, it was raining, raining cats and dogs.

Is it possible that I am the d—dark magic? Sandro took a step closer to me. His expression was soft, but his eyes revealed the rage that had built up in his chest. In his eyes, he appeared to be somewhat frightening. "Stella, this is your moment to break the deadlocks. The deadlocks are evil magicians who need your assistance to awaken. You are a shooting star. You are the source of both light and dark magic. The Trinity wishes to consume the light magic in you and has Chase drain you to death so that we may consume the dark magic in you. We only want the evil parts in you so that your buddies, Oswin, Myra, and the rest of the deadlocks can live up to their full potential."

It happened five years ago. The Harts and the Rodds were supposed to form a merger. Their two company would work side by side and then become one of the strongest in the country Z. But this alliance could only be formed if the two families were to marry. So the Rodds gave their daughter to the Harts. Fabian was supposed to marry Marrita Rodd. But Marrita had a fatal accident and died in the car crash. But it was a suicide only Jasmine knew of.

Despite the fact that Ian and June had an awkward air surrounding them after the kiss, their acting was unparalleled. The two of them acted exactly like two star crossed lovers. June felt the reality of the drama, as he held Romeo's "dead" body in his arms and raised the dragger to stab himself. In the drama too, Ian and June was not having a happy ending. And it would be same in the real life too. As the epilogue was narrated and the curtain closed behind the dead couples. Ian rose to his feet and helped June up. Since it had been a long day, June's poor health started to kick in, his legs wouldn’t hold him up and the moment he stood up, he fell down.

“Are you guys official? Like—official-official?” “We live together,” I said before I could stop myself. Her jaw dropped. “You what?” “I wasn’t hiding it,” I added quickly. “It’s just a lot. But it’s good. Really good.” She whistled. “Lana Reyes. The main character. And the plot twist. Nathan Cross in love? Living together? This is full prestige drama energy.” I laughed. Actually laughed. For a moment, the pressure lifted—like sunshine through fog. But the second we stepped outside, it returned.