Starco Between Friends Novels & Stories

“We meet again, Miss Miller.” It took her a moment to speak. What was his name? She was embarrassed to admit that she forgot. He grinned. “You forgot my name, didn’t you?” he said in a teasing tone, catching her off-guard. She was about to say something but immediately he added, “Jin Starck.” She shook his hand. “I’m sorry.” “That’s fine. It’s a first for me, though.” That should have made him sound cocky, but the tone he used made it easy for Adrienne to pass it up as a joke. “Please, have a seat.”

I said. They all nodded their head in agreement. "Hey, beautiful!" someone said and we all looked behind to see Stance walking towards me smiling. He is looking so good in his ripped jeans and V-neck T-shirt. I waved to him smiling. My friends rolled their eyes. He hugged me when he reached us. I saw my friends making faces. "I was thinking about going on a coffee date with you. What do you say?" he asked nervously. I thought for a moment and said, "Sure. I will text my brother not to pick me up as I am going out for coffee with my friends and then one of my friends can drop me back home."

“I’m sorry you walked in and saw something that upset you, I really am. But Harlow and I are friends, and she was just trying to make me feel better about the fight that you and I had. We spent an awful lot of time talking about ways to make you feel better about this relationship, and ways to make me feel better about it, but here we are, less than a half an hour later, fighting about it again. That’s not gonna work. We’re both gonna have to act like grown ups if we ever want to get anywhere. I promise you, there’s nothing going on between Harlow and I. I love you. You’re my soulmate. She loves Ben. They are destined to be together. All right?” There was nothing Starla could do at the momen

She asked as she looked at him, slightly puzzled. “Yes and no,” he said as he ran his fingers through her hair and spread it out on the pillow behind her. “We are still human, just different from most humans. However, we are the same as well. I know it is hard to distinguish the hows and whys of that statement, but I know you know that already. Our kind is rare. Very rare. I have done a lot of research on the fact they mostly end up with total humans, and as far as I found, you and I may be the first pair of star dust children who ended up together. We will be on our own timetable. Our human side has its higher needs that have to be met, but so does our star dust side. I did notice that star

I wanted to know who she saw! “Okay, okay,” she chuckled. “Sometimes I forget that patience is not exactly your strong suit. So, we were leaving the buffet, and I run into…” Again, she paused. “Just TELL ME!” I urged. “Lucinda Starke!” she blurted out. “What?” I gasped. “As in THE Lucinda Starke?” “One and the same,” Stella nodded enthusiastically.

But pain sat heavily in my chest, refusing to be ignored. I felt a gentle touch on my arm. I turned to find Lily standing there, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. "I'm so sorry. I know I'm late," she murmured, her voice weighted with regret. It trembled with the same vulnerability I'd sensed in everyone present, a thought that flickered briefly in both our minds but found no anchor in the present. Brushing away the tremor in her voice, I squeezed her hand reassuringly. "It's okay, I understand," I whispered back, the shared heartache a balm at the moment—a reminder of the unbreakable bonds of our forbidden friendship.

Sasha continued, desperate for something to say in order to fill up the silence, "I don’t think I've ever met anyone like her… she's the only one I can call a friend." "Ouch" Kaleb said, clutching his chest playfully, "You are saying you don't consider me a friend? Such a hurtful thing to say, doll face. You wound me!" Sasha punched him playfully, "Stop calling me, doll face. And you know what I meant. Besides, it's the truth. We have never been friends… Why do you suddenly care about that now?" He turned to face her fully, and Sasha held her breath. "Change is a part of life, is it not?" he asked, then continued without waiting for her to reply, "In fact, some people say it's constant. We w

LAYTON Craig reminded me of his presence by clearing his throat loudly. “Earth to Layton. I know you know floor seats don’t mean sitting on the actual floor. Besides, you can either come with me, or I’m giving your number and your spare key to ‘Stalker Sarah.’ Really, you have no choice.” He grinned like the cat who got all the cream, knowing he had me in a corner. Stalker Sarah was harmless, but fucking annoying. I’d gone out on one date with the woman and it had taken me six months to shake her.

I know it’s a weird, jagged line for her to walk—hearing about the brother she shares blood with, but isn't allowed to acknowledge because their father is a massive piece of work. "Is he okay?" she asks quietly. "No," I say, rubbing my free hand over my face. "He is actively destroying his own life, and I am sitting on the sidelines watching him do it because I can't figure out a way to stop it." "The benching?" "Worse. Girl drama." I look out at the water, shaking my head. "The new roommate. The one I told you about." "The one he can't stop staring at."

Rule number nine: No lies - no matter what. Rule number ten: Best friends must fix fights before the day ends. Rule number eleven: Best friends never let anyone come between them. And rule number twelve: Best friends forever — no matter what happens. In a few hours, I’ll officially become a tenth-grade student. But before that, there are a few things you should know about me. Sixteen years ago, I was born into a small but beautiful family. There's my younger brother, Christian, and my father who works several jobs so that we can survive.