Star Crossing Novels & Stories

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…

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.

“I don’t want to do this, please don’t make me.” The fear in my voice is palpable. The tension in the room can be cut with a knife. Beads of sweat run down the side of my face and down my neck. I move to wipe it off and then remember the all too familiar liquid that coats my hand like a second skin. Blood. Looking up into the night sky, the stars seem to twinkle, unaware of the turmoil I face. Suddenly a wave of bitterness washes over me. Why do I always have to play the fool? With an angry grunt I swing the knife down. Red explodes into the night. Dangerous and beautiful, my new favorite color.

I pulled the fabric down just enough to show my collarbone. There, etched into my skin, was a glowing silver thread. It was the Weaver’s Mark. It was the proof that I was a criminal. Alaric walked toward me. Each step was a heavy thud. He stopped inches away. He reached out a stony finger and touched the mark. A shock of electricity ran through my body. I gasped, my knees going weak. The black stone on his finger began to crack. A piece fell off, hitting the floor with a "clink." Underneath, his skin was pink and warm.

I said, peering at him. “They look happier today,” he said, and I chuckled, looking at the sand beneath my feet. “I wasn’t talking about the stars in the sky,” I said. “Nor was I,” he said, looking at me. “Have you heard about star-crossed lovers?” “Lovers who end up tragically?” “Yup. Don’t you think we are star-crossed lovers?” I felt a sting in my chest, “why so?” “We tragically love each other,” he said.

At seventeen, Damien Delta severed all ties with his best friend. Without a single word or explanation, he cut Harrison Kane, out of his life completely. For years, Damien stayed on the circuit, masterfully calculating his schedule to make sure their paths never crossed. When dodging Harrison became too difficult, Damien quit driving altogether, stepping away from the track to build the cars instead. He thought he was safe behind the scenes. He was wrong. When the Delta empire faces complete ruin, Damien is forced to break his own golden rule. Dragged out of retirement for SLAT—the most prestigious, brutal racing tournament in the world—he has to step back into the driver's seat.  And

“Croissants. From the place that pretends they’re from Paris.” “Bless you,” I muttered, taking one. Lila perched on the arm of the couch, crossing one leg over the other. “So… I woke up to your face all over my feed again. It’s giving ‘star-crossed scandal sequel.’” I groaned. “Please don’t start.” She grinned. “Relax. I’m not judging. I’m just saying — the man looked like a walking heartbreak out there. You could feel the tension through the photos.”