Starfire Cry Novels & Stories

Celine's heart was increasingly overwhelmed with anxiety. “Is it really like that, Dad?” Her sobs became clearer. Her shoulders were also shaking and getting more intense. Celine had to squat down because she could no longer support her body. Crying while folding her knees, just like when Celine was first left by her parents. She fell asleep from exhaustion crying non-stop, but she couldn't do that here, right?

Jayden looked around, looking for Ivanka's whereabouts among the people walking around. Ivanka looked at the woman with deep look, while the woman's mouth uttered a thousand swear words. "Are you done, Nia?" Ask Ivanka. The woman named Nia covered her mouth. Her eyes were still bulging eerily and his breath was labored. "I'll tell you, now! I don't want money from Nara's father at all, that's why I work hard every day, so that you and your children don't go hungry. Even though it was Donnie's responsibility to provide for his biological child, I never demanded it. So, I just let that shameless man provide for his stepson and abandoned his own biological child. But apparently, you're still no

I take a deep breath, feeling the adrenaline pumping through my veins. With a nod and thumbs up from my instructor, I jump off the plane, feeling the rush of the wind against my face. The freefall is intense, but I love every moment of it. As I fall, I look around me and see the stars twinkling above me, each one seeming to call out to me. I can almost imagine myself reaching out and gathering those sparkling gems with my own hands. Chuckling to myself, I imagine catching a falling star and putting it in my pocket, just like in a popular song.

"No. I don't want to go. Please don't go. .....hik....please......" Star cried while tightly holding on his shirt. As Javes explained everything to her she wasn't able to control herself. She was scared that Xavier won't be able to return. Xavier patted her head and tried to free himself from her grip. "Don't go." Star looked at him with wet eyes and his heart ached seeing her in this miserable condition. "Star....... don't do this." He sighed.

she whispered, but the wolf simply opened one insulted blue eye and let out a sigh that sent the snow in front of his mouth flying wildly around them. “I wish I had your faith,” she whispered. “Do you think he will come tonight? I can feel him drawing nearer, but the cold is deeper now. It almost reached my bones. I fear it will soon be too late.” The wolf opened both blue eyes this time and whined. “Do not worry, I will use what last strength I have to return your mate to you. Perhaps Milo and I will not live to keep you in this plane, but that does not mean you can’t be together.”

I proceeded to my room, in order to drop my bags and freshen up, but I abruptly stopped, as I heard the sound of whispering voices coming from the kitchen. I could recognized them to be Amber, the family's chef, and Riley, the head of the staffs. Their voices were quite low, but audible enough to be heard. I dropped my bags on the floor, and tiptoed to the direction the voices were coming from, so as to hear them clearer. "....and it so bad she is in the dark, she knows absolutely nothing about it." Amber's throaty voice crackled. "Well... She just needs to divert the energy she has been channeling into her dieing career. Things will become better for her perhaps." Riley replied, and they bo

Lucas replied regretfully, hugging the little boy tight, while rubbing his back to calm him down. He felt so helpless, holding the crying boy in his arms, knowing that he had failed his precious, little brother. The sky was choked up with grey clouds, blocking all sunrays, reflecting Lucas’s stifling emotions. The nineteen-year-old walked back home with heavy steps, holding Evan securely, who’s sobs had eventually turned into little sniffles. When the duo reached the entrance of Adroit, they stumbled into Austin, who noticed the sullen expression of Lucas, as well as the dried tears on Evan’s sleeping face, at a single glance.

The sound that vibrated from the golden cradle wasn't a cry of life; it was a frequency of reclamation. As the three-eyed child opened its mouth, the reality outside the panoramic windows of the throne room began to unravel. The stars weren't just fading—they were being pulled into the room, distilled into raw data to feed the "Alpha-Variable."

Eva’s POV “Mumma… are you okay? You didn’t eat anything even today. You barely even drink water… nowadays” Eric’s voice reached me as though from a distant land, though he was right here, perched on my lap, his small hands caressing my face. His touch was warm, grounding, but I felt nothing. I wasn’t crying anymore. The tears had dried, leaving behind a hollow numbness. I know crying doesn’t make me weak, but I was done crying. There was nothing left inside me to spill out.