Star Tear Novels & Stories

Chapter 132 – The Silver Star’s Truth The silver star gleamed in the nexus’s starfield, its light a quiet, shimmering veil, neither warm nor fierce but piercing, like a truth laid bare after endless lies. Jessica led her companions along a path of translucent threads, its surface woven from memories of their love, each step humming with the echo of their shared dawn.

She asked me, still staring at the card. "I don't know. She seems nice, but strange. She has a spider tattoo on her neck and wears a spider ring. So do her friends, but her friends wear different accessories. She also gave me the card in your hand and invited me to her friendship group. Then, she told me that Étoile Cercle means Star Circle. She explained it as being able to shine even in the midst of the brightest stars."

” Lembuswana is still able to insult Alfi in such a condition. “Did you mean this?” Alfi draws Tipit and Pelidi from his bracelet. Lembuswana is shocked by seeing it. “Only the Alfa that can use holy weapons like Tipit, Pelidi, and Pukan. If I lose one, I can just simply draw another. Oh, then why are those two still on your body? It’s because I want them to.” Alfi shows an eerie face to Lembuswana. ”I am the Starless, a being that is loathed by his own world and anyone involved. It’s natural for you to loathe me, and you must not want me to forgive you, right? Then, I’ll let you be. Good luck, have fun.” Alfi walks leaving Lembuswana.

The night after Draegon’s sentencing, Tiara finally allowed herself to rest. Seeing as exhaustion tugged her under like deep water, sleep claimed her almost instantly. But instead of darkness, she opened her eyes into moonlight. Into the soft, silver and endless night. She stood on a vast plain made of shimmering stardust. The sky above her was a swirling canvas of constellations, every star brighter than she had ever seen. A gentle breeze carried the scent of night-blooming flowers—sweet, ancient, eternal.

Starr opened the back door, pushed the lotus in, side and sat beside her looking strangely… "Starr, what are you doing?" She shouted, pushing his hand away. He pulled her towards him, kissing her ear. She closed her eyes feeling the scent she never felt before. She always takes Starr as her friend( She has a feeling that he is her soulmate due to my pendant glow whenever he gets too close to me) but today he was fighting "Lotus, you are a dream girl of mine" he confessed. She was shocked, emotionless looking at him.

A mate mark. “I’m happy for you,” Lydia said. Thalia smiled. “I’m happy too. And Knox… he’s a good guy. I’ve seen how you two look at each other.” Lydia smiled faintly. “Yeah, I guess so.” Thalia pulled out a necklace. The pendant was a woman’s head with snakes for hair—Medusa. It looked golden, but it felt alive. “This is my parting gift,” Thalia said, placing it around Lydia’s neck. “I can’t say goodbye at the garage—it’ll break me. So remember me until we meet again.”

I say, beam with pride, even though calling Jartre my boyfriend feels weird. “We love a man – well, you do – who changes things up. Aster actually comes from an Ancient Greek word for ‘star’ because the flowers look like a star,” she explains while putting a way a tray of clean glasses. “I’m full of useless information like that,” she giggles. I stand there, momentarily frozen, staring at the picture on my phone feeling my heart flutter in my chest. “Oh my God…” “What?” “My boyfriend likes to call me Starlight,” I explain.

I paid the check and told Jo to keep the change. "Ready baby girl?" a loose ebony curl tickled my ear as it escaped my braid. "Ready mama." I helped her down from her seat and grabbed her hand before turning and facing the man who stared me down since walking in a short while ago. When I finally saw him I lost my breath. Good lord he was fine, his skin was tan hinting at native heritage. He had long dark brown hair touching his broad shoulders. His eyes stared back at me a beautiful shade of honey brown. He had a scar along the right side of his face, his only imperfection.

Brandon screamed as he rushed up the stairs, his thunderous footsteps echoed through the two storey penthouse, he burst through the door "out! Before you find my secret stash" He continued "Secret stash? What secret stash? " Tyler asked clearly amused by his best friend "If I tell you it won't be a secret anymore now, will it? " He asked with sass "Spill for a pack of Costa biscuits" I bargained His eyes lit up and I knew he wouldn't reject my offer " My secret stash is filled with belongings of celebrities I'd fuck if given the opportunity, now give me Costa " He rushed out in one breath

#MyDarlingSuperstar Every post, every tag, every word—she had adored him. He leaned back, the phone still in his hand, his expression unreadable. She had called him My Darling Superstar like he belonged to her. And now? Now she was trying to play a game she couldn’t even think she could handle. The girl who once idolized him was no longer just a fan. She was a threat. To his control. To his composure. To the carefully drawn lines he had built between himself and the world.