Star Crossed Novels & Stories

"Did she find a way to help them?" Liza's expression fell slightly. "The account ends abruptly. But she mentions something called 'stjernebånd' - the star-bond. She believed it could bridge the gap between what was lost and what remained." "The Starfire," I breathed, the pieces clicking into place like an ancient puzzle finally revealing its picture. "That's what Vivi felt. The Starfire wasn't just touching them - it was reaching for something inside them. Something that recognized its call."

"I know who murdered my sister. It's Seariel. And I want him to rot behind bars like Levi. Rishel, help me." My eyes narrowed at what I heard. I'm not too surprised because I know stars are really sinful. I was so blinded by their brilliance that I didn't see the dark secret they were keeping. They sinned. But who am I to condemn? I have a fair share of sin as well. It's like having sex outside of marriage and idolizing the stars. It's just sad and the majority has made sin a trend. That's why many believe that it's okay to commit mistakes when in fact it's not.

Tears spilled from Starla’s eyes, soaking into the thin fabric of her hospital gown, leaving deep, dark stains. Her fingers traced his features, as if she were afraid he was just another illusion—another cruel side effect of cryogenic sleep. “I never thought… you would be here too.” “It doesn’t matter now.” Xavier kissed away her tears. “From now on, I’m staying by your side.” Beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows of the recovery center, the aurora danced across the Arctic sky. Xavier gently pushed Starla’s wheelchair as she traced frost patterns on the glass with her fingertips.

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."

The searing pain in Seraphina’s wrist subsided into a steady, rhythmic thrumming that echoed the five celestial pulses inside her chest. She pushed herself up from the cold star-stone floor, supported by Kaelor’s heavy, stabilizing arm and Lysander’s vigilant grip on her elbow. The glowing mark of Queen Selenara—a crescent moon cradled by seven distinct stars—shimmered beneath her skin in brilliant, irremovable silver-violet threads.

But he said to himself that sometimes a man had to change the cards in the middle of the game. He swore to himself that he would do whatever it took, be as romantic a fool as any man could be, in order to lure Calleigh into marriage before her memory returned. It was the only way to make her pay for the wrong she had done to him. Gabriel looked down at Calleigh, filled with joy and excitement and, enjoying ‘La Serenissima’ (N/A - another name given to Venice. It means ‘the most serene’) in his arms, as they crossed the water of the canal. Her eyes shone with wonder, her full red lips were slightly parted as she gazed around the city in complete awe.

Please don’t tell me she cried over some boring news about them. “I’m not really interested if it’s not Garrick Glinson.” Before she could say anything else, I interrupted her. She pouted and slightly slapped my shoulder. “Why are you so fixated on Garrick in the first place? I understand he’s a soccer player. No one, however, could equal Knox Carly’s abilities. He’s the greatest!” I snorted as she stressed the final two syllables. She rolled her eyes when she saw my look “What the hell. It has to do with Garrick. Have you heard about the rumor of a divorce and a hidden son?” That sparked my curiosity.

So that I would find my way home to her? Sloane rises to her feet and casts a final look at her parent’s memorial tree. She throws an arm around her sister’s shoulder. Lark gathers up the cub and they cut back across the meadow just before the sun has fully set. I press myself behind the tree as they pass. Celeste narrows her eyes at me, but doesn’t alert her sister to the wolf hiding in the shadows. “We have two boxes of wine calling our name,” says Lark. Sloane chuckles again, “One for me and one for you then.”

Started on: May 22, 2016 Finished on: January 25, 2019 Highest Ranking: 12th under the Romance Hotlist, 5th under the Little Things list. (A sequel to Something Good) Reading Something Good is optional to understand this story. Don't try to steal my work, it's a rather good feeling to get an appreciation for your own work. Copyright with the author. Happy Reading ❤ Love, GeetVik ------------------------------------------------------ 1. The Haunted Past.

“And I suggest you leave, if you're not here to order anything.” “But…” “Leave.” She cut Oliver off again, staring into his eyes. There was something off about her, something I couldn't quite pinpoint, but before I could get a closer look at it, she stormed off, leaving both Oliver and I stranded. If I really wanted to, I could use my status but I was conflicted on that. Shit. What the hell were we supposed to do now? Xander's POV