Star Crossing Novels & Stories

"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.

“If this is a lie, we’ll burn it down together.” The path wove tighter, its gossamer threads growing warmer, weaving visions of their deepest desires—Kade and Jessica married under a starlit sky, Selene reunited with her lost love, Lucas forgiven by his father, Bryan alive and whole. The nexus’s heartbeat pulsed softly, blending with the star’s hum, a melody that promised forever but felt like a lover’s false vow. The starfield above shimmered, constellations forming hearts and hands, yet a faint shadow slithered through them, like a crack in their trust.

He was determined to never be the reason behind her woes. *** The crossroads were tinged with a subtle orange of the setting sun. The chickens had already retired into their coop for the night. Bhoomika stood in her backyard, gazing longingly into the distance, as if expecting someone. There was a power blackout, and it was quite dark and eerie. She wasn’t quite sure, but she thought she could see a faint movement in the distance. She strained her eyes and soon enough saw someone closing in. It was the tall, handsome stranger from the train, the one who entertained her with his theatrics every day. He paused outside the fence and smiled at her.

Her voice was gentle but firm as she grasped my wrist with her fingers and gently pulled up, encouraging me to let go. Callie reluctantly leaned back, and I finally relented and followed her. I was covered in blood, my hands, my chest, and my arms were all stained with the bright red of Beatrice’s blood. I could see blood on Callie’s shirt, and I couldn’t stop my eyes from staring at the stains, the beauty of the shape mesmerizing me. The red blood had been in Beatrice’s veins not just twenty minutes ago and now it was painted across Callie’s chest, a Rorschach test for me to figure out the mysteries in my mind.

she explained. I saw this coming, but I didn't expect it to be so soon. “Okay,” I said simply. There was nothing I could do except to accept it. Besides, this was great news—leaving Raven City was a sure way to avoid crossing paths with Sky again. The next few days blurred together, and before I knew it, we were packing for Starling City.

The way she’d looked at him on that bridge, like she was teetering on the edge of something neither of them could name. It was reckless. Maddening. But he couldn’t summon hatred. Instead, he felt the snap of something binding them tighter, knowledge as intimate as it was damning. He tapped his finger against the desk, considering. He could destroy her tonight. Strip her bare before the board, before the world. CrossTech would stand untouchable. Clarisse’s games would crumble. But Damon Cross wasn’t only a hunter. He was a strategist. And sometimes the most powerful weapon wasn’t exposure. It was possession.

Yet, I still crossed it. I know I had to find Lily. I had no choice but to find the girl. I shifted once I crossed, knowing that my black pelt will make it more obvious I was not part of their pack, but I will be easier hidden in the shadows. I ran through the trees, picking up the faintest scent of Lilacs. It led me further and further away from safety but closer to Lily. That was… up until my senses got overwhelmed by the smell of coffee. O crap…

Sera pointed to the altar. Lie down. Luan looked at the altar. At the bones. At the old blood. If I do this, will I survive? Sera's yellow eyes were sad. I don't know. Luan thought of Cass. Of his letter. Of his blood on her lips. Of his voice on the radio, saying her name like a prayer. She walked to the altar. She lay down. The stone was cold against her back. The symbols on the ceiling seemed to move in the torchlight.

She loved the sounds of her new last name and him calling her his wife. She had never known such happiness and pure joy before. “Angelo Tsarkopolis, you have swept me off my feet. I can’t believe we’re married. The handsome man I accidentally bumped into on the street and dumped coffee all over,” she said as she ran a finger down his chest, “is now my husband. It’s all so incredible.”

Starved Passion::: As they entered his apartment he swung her around, pull the zipper of her dress and remove it, she wore no bra and he already had her take her panties off in the car, davin let her help him remove his own shirt, she was like a wild animal as she tore open his shirts, buttons flying all over.