Star Crossed Lovers Novels & Stories

She pressed her lips to his temple, a silent vow. Storms waited and blood would follow, but here, on this night, they were gods with knives. The camera of fate pulled away from the island, from the flickering candles inside the cliffside villa, from the blood-stained sheets tangled with vows and violence. Beyond the horizon, ships moved, ships carrying crates, carrying whispers, carrying Project Lazarus. And on the island, two lovers carved into each other, bound not by church or law, but by the only language they had ever trusted: blood, steel, and fire.

I should be extra careful next time! Wait! Next time? The audacity Stella! Get a hold of yourself, there will be no next time! “You’re crazy Love, by the way. You’re free to come to my pad Stella. Let’s hang out together with the gang, what do you think love?” “That’s cool Love, maybe…” she looked at me playfully. What is she… Ah! I knew it. “Find Mr. Right.” we said in unison. Tristan smirked, probably agreed with the idea. “You’re both crazy, no doubt you’re together.”

Theodore whispered. Oscar was a lot harder at home than he was trying to convince her to get married and he’d barely even stared at her as well. Even though she was merely his contract wife, an acknowledgment of her existence would be the bare minimum but seeing him walk out those doors in anger, one thing was obvious— —that Oscar was very much still in love with Francesca, almost as much as she was with Damien unfortunately. But now if they both still liked their exes, how on earth were they supposed to make this work?

One born from a thief One who's lineage was stolen from birth Conflicted souls that would always cross the other's path Star-Crossed Souls whose paths were now twisted through deceitful hands Only one thing can declare the outcome One cannot survive without the other Only when the thief falls shall peace reign once more Upon a shining star Hope shall linger through a Holy Point Sleeping from within the depts of a lake Lies a will In the end Someone must always take the fall

With a laugh of pure joy that warmed the deepest parts of my soul, Lunette coasted upwards, vanishing through layers of earth and stone. As we emerged onto the courtyard, our cheeks slick with tears and sobs heaving in our chests, we looked up to the night sky and gazed at the newest constellation. New stars had been born, forming a man and a woman locked in a passionate embrace, one that was a long time coming. A constellation that would forever be referred to as, ‘the lovers.’ And so we walked hand in hand back to the castle, ready to enjoy the start of our long, happy lives. The end.

Almost the same age as Nara now. Donnie remarries Nia, a woman who used to claim to be Ivanka's best friend. They were in the same class when they were in high school. Apparently, since high school anyway, Nia liked her best friend's lover. The happiness that Ivanka and Donnie once felt made her jealous and jealous. Nia also married another man and had two children. But, Nia is not satisfied with her household. By accident, Nia meets Donnie. Since then the two have been in a relationship because there is dissatisfaction with their respective partners.

“Lora, where have you been? I co…” “Oh shut the hell up I didn’t come here for you” she angrily turned to Cole giving him the death stare. “What is this I’m hearing that you’re marrying that snake called Luna!” “Where did you hear that…” “It’s on the internet!” Lora responded cutting Cole mid-sentence. “I should have believed Bre about you, you’re a jerk you’re worse than a jerk, you’re an as*hole for doing that to my friend I’ll never forgive you for this”

Her eyes, still sparkling with tears of mirth, went wide. The sky behind him erupted in a simultaneous burst of a dozen white stars, casting him in a stark, dramatic silhouette. He pulled the box from his pocket and opened it. The black sapphire, for a fleeting second, reflected a shower of silver sparks. He didn’t shout. He said the words clearly, calmly, his voice a steady anchor in the storm of colour and sound. “Sabatine Elara Stalker. I love you. Marry me.” There was no poetic preamble. No list of her virtues. Just the core, immutable truth, offered not in a sacred silence, but in defiant, joyous competition with a sky on fire.

On their wedding day, right as Elena Emerton and Kyle Fenton were about to exchange rings, a woman rushed Kyle with a knife. Elena moved on instinct, throwing herself in front of Kyle. The blade sank into her chest, and she crumpled into Kyle's arms. As the woman was dragged away, she screamed, "Kyle Fenton, we're not done! How dare you get married?" That was when Elena recognized her. Allison Smyth. Kyle's sworn enemy for the past six years. Before anyone could react, Allison broke free and held the knife to her throat. "Kyle, I'm tired. Let's end this." Kyle's eyes went wide. He dropped Elena and rushed to Allison, catching the blade with his bare hand. Elena hit the floor hard.

Marcus has hidden this into his heart for a long time now, whenever he watches Cindy, he always wants to tell her about the secret. "No." Lousia shook her head profusely. "She don't, what would she think of me, what person would she see me as? A person who had an affair with her father? No, Marcus, let that secret stay buried, she should remain your wife's daughter." Lousia looks down again. "Then let's get married." Marcus words made her look up sharply. "We still love each other, it would be a lot easier if we get married."