Star Crossed Lovers Novels & Stories

The day after my twin sister died in an accident, I married her fiancé, the man who was supposed to be my brother-in-law. That very day, Mark Zeller printed thousands of copies of my sister's death report and told everyone I was the real murderer. Because of this, everyone despised me, and my parents immediately disowned me. After we got married, he was constantly in the tabloids with his flings and brought countless women home. He'd make me stand by the bedroom door, listening to them making love. Then, after he was done, he'd make me take photos of him and his lovers in bed. I silently endured it all. My only request was to have a baby with him. Mark scoffed. "Gloria Hale, how can y

She leaned in once more. "Two people with opposing professions met. With a long history of being a star-crossed lover, that may or may not repeat itself once again. A savior and a killer. A knight and a joker. What if the two were bound by a contract requiring them both to take the sacred oath of undying love? Will the two end up saving each other from their own black hole as they fight for the same goal with never-ending lies and betrayals? Or will they remain each other's version of Pandora for the rest of their lives? With a playful smirk, the raven-haired young woman pressed the button of the recording button without my permission, subsequently, the red-blinking light had stopped.

He is pointing up at the stars, showing me the different constellations. “See those stars?” He says as he points to a cluster of stars. He grabs my hand and traces a unique shape in the sky, amongst the cluster of stars. “Those are the Lost Lovers.” "Why is it called that?" “It is said, that years ago, a man and a women fell hopelessly in love. However she was taken from him. They would look at the stars every night, and think about their lost soulmate. Until one day they would be reunited.”

He moved to kneel before her, offering her a faux white rose as he said, “I know rose isn’t the flower that does the trick for you, but I don’t really have any other kind of faux flower around.” Starr smiled, nodding. “There is a lot to say,” Chris had started, “But if I am allowed to speak, I would probably take forever. So, I am going to go straight to the point and hit the nail on the head. Starr Hart, will you be my lover and let me be yours?”

We make mistakes, we fail with our assumptions, communications, our emotions change from one moment to another and there are difficulties and apologies as well as celebration, excitement, and happiness. I believe that love is a magical thing. If two people are destined to be together, then they will meet each other sooner or later. In our case, we already have each other since then but we needed to be apart just to realized and proved that it's genuinely true. Fate separated us when I decided to leave and I thought we aren't for each other. But it was fate that pushed us back together and led us to where we are today. Our hearts are meant to be together that it finds its way back to where it

Fleur's said while looking at the stars above them. "I will take you here whenever you wanted, If you want I will marry you here," Memphis said and turn aside to look at her, Fleur do the same then he kissed her forehead. "Really? I would love to marry you under the stars," She smiled genuinely. "Yes, I will do everything to marry you here!" He smiled back. "I Love You, Love" She said. "I Love You More, Love" He answered and they looked back at the stars. ****** "That night was the most beautiful night I ever had with you," Bitterly she smiles, "but——— that is also the night that Dad found out that I'm coming out with you," She nodded and tries to hold her tears but it just flows out.

I scoffed out a small, bitter laugh at how foolish I was back then. “All the signs were all in my face, but I was too blinded by love and the gifts he gave me to see them,” I continued, tears pricking my eyes as my throat went dry. “That was until I learnt he was married and his wife was in a different country.” Tears made to escape my eyes but I quickly blinked them back, a dull, throbbing familiar ache in my chest making it hard for me to breath.

Contempt twisted in my gut at the sight of him, but I took it, squeezing hard enough to wipe the grin off his face. “You’re forgiven. Your family has been welcoming. However, I haven’t seen your Luna.” His small smile faltered. “My Luna passed away a week ago. Last night was her Night of Howling.” That was news. “Interesting. And yet, you were at the Crescent Ball rather than mourning her?” His demeanour shifted, hostility flickering before he masked it with a thin smile. “It’s painful to lose your mate. Avoiding the Night of Howling was my way of coping, but you wouldn’t understand how I feel.”

Blood trickled down her chin. Pulling a handkerchief from his pocket, he knelt before her. He dabbed away the blood. Her bony fingers wrapped around his wrist, eyes pleading, “Are you here to deliver me from this misery?” She croaked. He offered a reassuring smile, “Aye, if that is your wish.” A single tear rolled down her cheek. It froze halfway down, “I cannot bare this life a second longer.”

--Grey-- I am intoxicated, not by alcohol, but by love. Desire and the longing to possess overwhelm me. I can't stop gazing at her and feeling an intense yearning. I can no longer distinguish my love for Keyara from my passion for Catalina, Catty. They seem to blend together, forming one body, one soul, and one emotion. I miss her so much... I couldn't stop kissing her, touching her, and I discovered a scar on her stomach. It's a horizontal mark at the very bottom of her abdomen.