Star Tear Novels & Stories

Was I really so delusional as to think we might be getting back together? Yeah, I was. Obviously, that's not going to happen. Even though it feels impossible, I force my lips into a thin smile before giving a halfhearted wave. "Hi." The brunette with gorgeous, long wavy hair taps her chest. "Hey, I'm Vanessa." She cocks her head toward her blonde counterpart. "And this is Andrea. We're Taus." My expression must say it all because she quickly elaborates. "Alpha Sigma Tau, that is."

Layla. I am completely blown away by what Sebastian and the girls have accomplished in the hour they have spent pampering me, if you can even call it that. I have felt pain like nothing I have ever experienced before, especially when Stacy got down to business in, well, my lady business. But everything is so smooth and I can't help but to feel my legs and arms as my fingertips glide smoothly across my bare skin. My eyebrows even have a shape to them that are a beautiful arch and Sebastian had tinted them to match my auburn hair.

Lisa is operating her tablet, “Yes they were all at the meeting” “I will run a background check on their weaknesses” “As you wish” “When are you coming back home,I miss you” “You should learn to live without me,and prepare yourself, tougher days are coming” “Babe,with you everything is more easier” Scar rolled her eyes, placing the phone on the nightstand she laid down, snuggled her pillow,as she drifted asleep. Derrick looked hopefully as the car drove in,he stood up meeting the driver at the foot of the stairs,

Or a supervillainess. "Holy shit," I breathed. I didn’t touch them. I set the open box carefully on my rumpled comforter and scrambled off the bed as if it had bitten me. I pointed a shaky finger at it. "Starlet. What the actual fuck is that?" Starlet blinked, holding up her own set. Hers was the same design, but the central stone was a vibrant, glowing pink diamond, surrounded by pale pink sapphires.

I whispered. “No,” she said. “I am the first. The original Luna. The one who forged the Star.” I stared at her. “Necros—he stole it. He corrupted it.” She nodded. “Because I let him.” “What?!” “Because the Luna Star was never meant to be a weapon. It was meant to be a choice.” “I don’t understand.” She stepped closer. “You will.” She reached into her chest—into light—and pulled out a second Luna Star. Pure. Unbroken. Radiating peace and power.

With a gasp, a nearby waiter turned and scurried to grab a broom. Thalía was suddenly standing next to him. She held out a small towel. Gabriel took it. “Gracias. (Spa for ‘thank you’)” “Gabri, you’re wasting your time with her,” Thalía said quietly, nodding toward Calleigh. “You’re going to get hurt, you know that.” “You’re wrong.” Gabriel wiped the blood off his hand with the towel. The cuts were superficial.

“That’s so weird, because-” Through grinding teeth, I blurt out, “girls usually get star tattoos,” my eyes shift past Lyra, “right Eden?” She stutters out her words, unsure of what to do, “yeah…oh definitely. I have a star tattoo,” she flashes them the inside of her wrist where there’s a star along with a music note and an apple core. It symbolizes our friendship. Obviously I’m the star, Lyra is the music note and Eden, well…the garden of Eden and the forbidden apple.

the cat Beastman said and slowly explained what High and Unique Rankers were. “1 Star to 2 Star Warriors are called Scrubs while 3 Star and 4 Star warriors are referred to as Broilers. Starting from 5 Stars, Beastmen are sorted out a bit differently. 5 Star Beastmen are called High Stars while 6 Stars are referred to as Unique Stars. As for 7 Stars, they are called Crowns.”

“For Elyra.” The Starless relic’s core surges from crystal depths, claws of shadow slashing, eyes hollow voids, hum rattling bone. Its crystalline heart pulses, shadow-coils writhing within, screech splitting stone. Veyra corners Taryn, blade slashing, grazing her arm, blood spilling. “Name the master!” Taryn’s twin-star eyes glint cold, jagged runes on her blade dull, hymn grating. Her voice cracks, low. “The Starless… it’s all.” Her eyes flicker, pain surfacing, hymn faltering. Kalia’s orb flares, aura steady, eyes distant, a vision seizing her—the Starless relic’s core, crystalline, tied to her orb, its light the seal. “Aelys!” she gasps, fingers tightening, voice urgent. “It’s now!” I sh

Instead she signed her expresion of consern by taking her pointer and middle finger and run them down her right cheek from eye to jaw. Star is the smallest of the group at five foot five inches. She was thin in frame, but never needed to be bulky as she was the sniper. Her skin was beautiful, the color of dark honey that was framed by short straight dark brown hair. Her eyes were green in color, but will forever be dead as they held no light. "All good, Star. Just ran into those Tech K9s you spotted. I took care of them." Aeon responded, relaxed as ever.