Starlight And Hughie Novels & Stories

John saw stars from the slap and almost stumbled. “Good-for-nothing! What kind of father are you? You’re the patriarch of the Harrigans and you couldn't even protect Huey!”

My words eased Sean's anxious, restless mind. He put his arms around me and drifted into a deep sleep. I stared at his strong, handsome features, my eyes hardened. A colleague? He would go stargazing with his colleague, celebrate her birthday, and even take her to an amusement park. Yet, he told me, his wife, that birthday celebrations were for kids. Being let down time and time again had left me completely drained. I would not trust his words anymore. …

He’d just taken a deep sniff of the amber-colored liquid before handing it back, telling the flight attendant to pour it out. Had her husband gone mad? Or had she? He’d spent the rest of the short flight working on his computer. Bewildered and hurt, Calleigh had fallen asleep staring out the small window of the plane, watching the lights of the Italian coastline disappear. Now, as she looked out the small round window, she saw small clusters of lights amid the darkness, like scattered stars in the night. “Excuse me, where are we?” “We’re beginning our descent into Malaga Airport, madam.”

IT'S JUST STARING! The End...........

We all hadn't noticed them earlier, but now as we did notice them, we all were awed at so much stars. "Do you see those two stars that are shining the brightest and are closest?!" She stated further and we all nodded, before looking down at her questioningly. Moonlight was making her face look even more beautiful. She was not looking at us. She was looking at the sky, supporting herself by placing both of her hands on the log, behind her. " It's the 7th night of 7th month today, They only come together tonight, after an year. Those two stars are Altair and Vegas"

I don't deserve help anyway. …. hmm? Not a hyena? A ray of light seeped in. Blue. No, white. Round… no crescent. What is it? It wants me to open my eyes. That strange glow… it wants me to push open up my eyelids. Mmph! My eyelids felt like boulders. I can only open a slit. And then closed. Not a hyena. No. It’s a wolf…. ... “Sweet Jesus… this one’s pretty,” the first thug breathed, carefully stroking the rosy cheek with his knuckles, then sliding them down the beautiful jawline of perfect skin. “Fucking pretty.”

Since both their names were almost similar to each other and they had a good relationship, Hugo often addressed Hugh as 'Little H' while the rest of the Emerald Cloud Gang's members called Hugo 'Big H'. Both Hugh and Hugo had such a good relationship that they might as well be sworn brothers. With Hugo's backing, Hugh tended to be rather bold outside of the gang and did countless unsavory acts such as lending money and charging high interest rates. When it came to young women who could not pay off their debts, Hugh always found a way to get them to sleep with him in exchange for waiving their debt. Hugo generally did not care much about what Hugh did outside of the gang. After all, every man

(Raya’s POV) “Star light, star bright, First star I see tonight; I wish I may, I wish I might Have my wish come true tonight.” I’m standing on the terrace of our new home. The King and Queen have graciously gifted us with a new villa of our own as a wedding gift and it’s so beautiful! I love everything about the place. The villa is straight out of a fairy tale and there’s a garden filled with all my favorite flowers and even exotic ones I don’t recognize but already love. It has a surrounding woodland where we can let our lycan forms run free and its own little farm where we can cultivate our own vegetables or raise whatever animal we want. The air is fresh and it is peaceful, the ambience s

said Hugh. “I don’t know, there’s a chance their children will be wolves and a chance they might not be. I couldn’t say.” “Right, shall we go to bed.” said Hugh as he walked into their bedroom. “I don’t believe you, you know.” said Annie as she watched him almost scuttle out of the room. Shaking her head and laughing to herself she followed him into the bedroom, he was such a bad liar. Sarah and Pete arrived outside her apartment building, as he pulled into the kerb he killed the engine and turned to look at Sarah.

On those nights, he would hold little Starla in his arms, pointing at the falling stars, and say, “Starla, do you know? To me, you’re just like this meteor shower.” The winter air was freezing, but she nestled in his warm embrace, looking up at him with innocent eyes. “What does that mean?” “You’re the brightest star in my heart, just like the aurora—you bring me happiness.” That one sentence was engraved in Starla’s heart for ten whole years. But now… She turned to look at the empty villa, a bitter smile appearing on her lips.