Starco Between Friends Novels & Stories

“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 mumbled again. "Let me make this brief. First of all," Stacy continued, flashing her eyebrows. I could see it from the side mirror. "I am Stacy. A good friend of your father's friend, Rita. I am also a very good friend of your father. Ignore what I did with your father. Most of the time we like to pretend as if we just met each other for the first time so we do fake introductions, extend unreal handshakes and act like we don't know each other. It is fun you know." "I guess it is fun since you say it is."

They were in a well-hidden area, and it was dimly lit. Anthony had his leg thrown over Mr Stark’s leg, while he sat back; relaxed. Anthony had his hand on Mr Stark’s chest, occasionally moving to other areas. They were looking at each other, their faces only a breath from each other. So close to kissing. I didn’t think I should be there to see that, so I looked for the bar. Those two are clearly still in love with each other. Or whatever it is that they were. Fuck buddies. “Hi,” I greeted the bartender when I found a free chair. “Listen, I’m with…Mr Emmanuel Stark, a friend of the owner, so-“

like “That’s it . Vera you need to stop thinking les lolpp this man “ said my only friend Sarah. stellar is a short petite lady with very light blond hair . I met Stellar at a small cafe shop close to my university. Stellar is also obsessed with coffee like me . Her obsession with computers made our bond grow stronger. Unlike me, Stellar is bold , confident and jovial . She’s someone who everyone will like to be friends with unlike the weird quiet reserved girl like me . Stellar has been invited to every party both on campus and those organized in clubs . She’s also very popular among the male population of the university. Her curves made her more attractive .

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.

’ A part of me which I'm pretty sure is that voice says. But I ignore it, holding the cup, while my eyes scan for the particular 6’3, muscular, brown haired guy. Ever since I accidentally stole a glance of his V shaped abdomen, I've been unable to take my mind off it. He finally shows up after I stand there like a lost puppy for almost thirty minutes. "Hey," I move towards him with an outstretched hand, like I haven't been standing here timing him. "Large dark roast, two sugars, right?"