Star Seed Family Novels & Stories

Some spiral symbols were also decorating his head, starting from the top of his skull--since he was bald, they were noticeable--ending up below his eyes. "No, I told you! My name is Sirius! The brightest star!" the boy shouted as he pointed his finger towards the sky. The shimmering sea of the universe, although unfamiliar compared to the one he was used to, was the only thing that made the boy feel nostalgic about his former world. If only that geezer stopped calling him Astar, it would be great. "Astar!" the man repeated as he shook his head and pointing toward the sky too. "No, I am Sirius!"

“That’s impossible… This can’t be hers… There are plenty of hearing aids in the world. This can’t be hers. She’s still waiting for me at home for us to have dinner together. I… I’m going to stop talking to you now… Starling is still waiting for me at home… I have to go have dinner with her.” Then, as if he was possessed, Zach shoved the police away and stumbled back home. “Starling is just mad. Yes. She has always been that way. When she’s mad, she hides from me. That’s okay. She’ll come out after hiding for a while.” Zach even bought a large bouquet of sunflowers while on his way back. Those were my favorite flowers. He seemed to have become calm once more. Then, he shouted to the empty hou

I moved the plant elsewhere before heading back to the office. As it turned out, I was too busy with the business trip to check for the surveillance footage. It hadn’t crossed my mind to do so anyway. One day, I collapsed at work and woke up in a hospital bed to my colleagues congratulating me on my pregnancy. I gave Keith a call right away, and he couldn’t be happier. Hot with emotions, I could even feel Whitney’s excitement through the phone. Whitney offered to move back to her old place for a year to learn childcare skills from other grandmothers.

The stars above seemed to twinkle with approval, witnessing a family united by love and commitment. One special night, VJ surprised Maya with a candlelit dinner under the moonlit sky. Soft music played in the background as they danced in each other's arms, celebrating not only their love but also the beautiful family they had built together. The flickering candles mirrored the warmth in their hearts.

It feels like I’ve been rejected twice by the woman who gave birth to me. Ivan banned Stella from speaking to me until I left for the Academy. He knows that bad blood never whitens. It can only be prevented. “Let’s go.” “Did your brother attend the Starweaver Academy, too?” I ask, reluctant to follow her to my new bedroom. “Yes.” Aria doesn’t stop climbing the steps, neither does she turn to me. “Sai was one of the most powerful shifters the Starweaver Academy has ever seen.” Until he ran mad, as they said.

She looked up at the sky, her eyes turning a pure, brilliant gold. "Mama," Luna whispered, pointing at the horizon. "The Star... it's not gone. It's just... moved." I looked up. The Third Star wasn't a light in the sky anymore. It was a reflection in the eyes of my three children. They were the new constellation. They were the bridge between the old magic and the new world. The Blackwood Pack, the Cinder-Pack, and the Syndicate defectors all knelt together in the Ravine. They weren't kneeling for an Alpha or a Queen. They were kneeling for a family.

Her hand went to the spot again like a magnet had pulled it. “And there’s this,” Cameron said, gentler now. From his pocket he took a small, battered charm—silver, worn at the edges—with a tiny inlaid pale stone shaped like a half-moon. “Your bracelet,” he said, cheeks quirking. “Or a piece of it. Mom had these made when we were born. Each of us got a different charm on our first birthday. Moon for you. Star for me.” He held up his own wrist: a thin leather band with a small gold star threaded onto it. It was old. It had that burnish that only comes from being worn since you were small and never taking it off long enough to forget it’s there.

I pulled up the article on my laptop. "CO-STAR SPEAKS OUT: 'AYRA SMITH SEEMINGLY IN A SUGAR DADDY SITUATION'"

Before I could even make sense of it, Autumn flipped it open and began to read aloud. "February 1, 2024. The real daughter of the Westwood family, Autumn, came home today. She was skinny, dark, and scared of everything. Mom and Dad said she'd suffered a lot out there, and that I should always give in to her, no matter what." As her voice rang out, a giant screen behind the altar flickered to life. A grainy photo appeared. It was Autumn wearing a faded flannel shirt and cheap jeans, standing stiffly in the corner.

I don't want anything… I just want Mommy…" I kneeled down beside Aster, placing my arms and hugging him as I sobbed. In the past, Shawn and I were a loving couple, admired by many. "Astrea, let's call him… Aster." He'd hug Aster as he told him bedtime stories. He'd hold Aster's hand gently as they walked around, and even taught him how to dive and ski. He never bought any toys for him, though, saying that they would be a waste of his time.