Starlight Eugene Novels & Stories

The firelight danced across their faces, painting golden reflections in Evan's bright, fascinated eyes. “Look, Mommy! There are so many stars!” Evanka tilted her head toward the sky and smiled. “Yes, they're beautiful.” Evan turned to Liam. “Are the stars at Daddy's house the same?” Liam looked upward. “Yes. The stars and the moon stay the same even when we live far apart.” The evening unfolded gently. They spoke of small things. The seagulls that visited every morning. The white sand that somehow always ended up inside Evan's pockets.

“Gregor, they will think you’re crazy if you say it. I mean, seriously think about it. WE are the ones created from star dust. The ones to seed a planet from another, and it took thousands of years for that to happen. Every time we kiss, the sky lights up with a show delivered by the heavens itself. The fact it is also my birthday is just another random fact to throw in there. It is a truly crazy story, and no one would believe you if you said it.” “I am crazy, though.” He said. “At least the entire world got a show on your birthday.” “And so did I.,” she replied. “A pretty good one at that. A nice birthday present from things which at least remembered what today was.” “Oh, you think?” he as

Tomorrow… California… Going away… She hoped, with time and distance, she could finally let go of Elijah. She couldn’t exactly start over if she was holding on to the past. “Not quite.” “What time is your flight?” Meghan asked again. “Seven thirty,” Starlight answered. “On Christmas Day?” Meghan frowned. “You could have waited.” “I didn’t know how depressing this year would be,” Starlight admitted, sitting at the kitchen table. “Not as bad as you thought it would be?” Meghan suggested.

Chapter 100: The Sovereign Ledger The night sky over the Hudson Valley was really beautiful. It was like a blanket of deep blue color with a million stars shining brightly. The stars were throwing a light across the river below. A cool breeze was blowing through the cedar trees. It was carrying the smell of pine and damp earth. Down at the house the warm lights from the windows were shining softly through the trees.. Up on the rocky outcrop Julian and Elena were standing all alone surrounded by the quiet of the wilderness.

The Northern Star was a giant ship. It was covered in millions of Christmas lights that sparkled on the dark, cold water. To the people on board, it was a dream vacation. To me, it was supposed to be the start of my new life. I stood in front of the mirror in the hallway of my room. I fixed my silver nightgown. My heart was beating fast. Today had been perfect. I had just married Julian, the handsome future leader of the Crescent Peak pack.

“I've never even heard of Eugene dating. He barely has any women around. He must live like a monk." “Exactly," Eve said, her smile smug and self-assured. "A man like him doesn't waste time on nobodies. He deserves someone exceptional." Eve had no doubts, she was the one made for Eugene. Anyone else? Just background noise. If some desperate woman thought she could swoop in and steal him? She'd crush that fantasy before it had a chance to breathe. She had always seen Eugene in pictures and she had a strong crush on him, plus the prestigious Madrigal lineage was a life changing plan.

No, there was something he would stare at subconsciously sometimes, the only thing he found fascinating in that mundane world. "T-The stars?" He fearfully said, as if he dared to say something he shouldn't have. "The stars, eh? Indeed, if there is still something beautiful in this world, it's the stars. You have good eyes, boy. Alright, I'll give you a name. It's the name of the brightest star in the sky. Yes! From now on, you are, Sirius!" "Sirius?" "It's derived from the Greek word "Σείριος" meaning "glowing. People also call it "Dog Star."

For a long while, Eithan sported a dumbfounded look, processing what the woman said. Eh, how had he known about all of these? Of course, through the system! But even then, all it said was that Starlight Entertainment would be given to the Silvers, not specifying which member of that family. He didn't even know who Paul McArthney was. Only that Agatha should be that whoever heiress. Irene continuously gazed into his brown eyes, seemingly peering through his soul.

The old hag. “Welcome home, baby.” Eugene said and climbed from the car. Teagan followed behind him, climbing over the seat to get out. I kept looking at the house. Larger than I had last seen it. More built and a playset outside. Eugene’s mistress, or mate, was pregnant. No one was allowed to see her or even get close to her. It seemed fitting for Eugene to keep her in his house. Keep a close eye on her. But I hated the thought of going in there. Sleeping in his bed once more. If he wanted to sleep with me, I had a story for that one as well.