Novelas y relatos de Starlight

It was after 10 mins when I realised that I need to start a conversation. I turned my face towards the kid and said,"hey sweetie , what's your name?" She smiled and said," Hey, I am Sara and you?" I replied,"I am Claire , so what are you gonna sing?" She replied,"teardrops on my guitar by Taylor swift". She was gonna say something more when a lady with long brown hair who looked like she was in her 30s came and scolded the child and said,"I told you not to speak with strangers. she is a stranger , do you seriously want to mess up your competition?"

Tattoos adorned his arms, celestial patterns that seemed to echo the cosmic symphony that accompanied his every movement. His soul, like a shooting star streaking across the night sky, promised excitement and unpredictability. Caleb's gaze held a fervor that mirrored the blazing stars—a promise of a love that burned with an intensity that transcended the ordinary. In the celestial ballet of hearts, he was the wild comet, leaving a trail of passion in his wake.

CHAPTER ONE The full moon that night was unusually bright. I couldn't remember the last time I'd ever seen it shine that brightly, but I did remember sitting at the raised pedestal with my family and my friends, where I was supposed to be eating and celebrating, but all I did was look glum. The moon was supposed to be a warning, but I missed it. My father caught me staring up at the moon curiously and I heard him give a low chuckle beside me. "You think it's unusual, don't you, daughter?"

With Ryle leading the way, I followed. I looked with amazement at the plants that glowed in the dark, getting brighter as we got closer. Ryle said, sounding proud, "These are Green Starlights. It was hard to find them, but it's worth it. They show us that Night Lilies are nearby."

Drenched in tragedies of war and exile, damned to wander alone, the Alpha of blood and gore. Rough edges, rusted hands and a heart twisted with time. Will his only chance at salvation leave him too? ... Dinah Ashford does not believe in super-naturals. But when she falls face-first in a world where Lycans are normal and humans are not, she's desperate for help to find a way home. But being roped into pretending to be a defamed Alpha's soulmate was not on the top of her list. Specially if that Alpha was going to get assigned to a mission that's basically a death sentence. Lycan polities, blood feuds, buried secrets, forbidden feelings and a curse that keeps growing. Will Di

They were partners, allies in love, ready to embrace the journey ahead. As the stars began to twinkle outside, Lune drifted off to sleep, her heart full and content, wrapped in the promise of a beautiful tomorrow.

“You wicked woman! You dare kidnap my daughter?" He growled, gripping her small wrist tight. Samantha squirmed, “You're mistaken, Sir, the child is not yours but mine!” “You dare say that again? Then explain the resemblance between us?” He retorted with raw hatred. Taken aback, all the color drained from Samantha’s face upon the realization he was right. How the hell did she overlook that? No, how the hell was it possible that he was the father of her child! ~~~~~~ It was an unspoken secret that Samantha's twin sister committed a grave sin in her marriage, thus Samantha became her sister’s substitute to bury that infidelity. However, on their 3rd wedding anniver

"A star. Name it. Make it yours." I squinted. "That one," I said, pointing to the brightest speck in the sky. "That’s the Kian Star. Known to shine obnoxiously when it's proud of itself." She let out a soft laugh. "Fitting. Alright..." she pointed to a smaller, blinking dot. "That one's Lena. Not as flashy. But steady. Reliable." I rolled my head to the side to look at her. She smiled without looking away from the sky.

The Song of the Stars The night was vast and endless, a dome of shimmering constellations spread across the horizon like a celestial tapestry. The cool breeze carried with it the scent of wildflowers and the whisper of leaves, a symphony that seemed to echo the stillness that followed the storm of recent events. Lyra stood at the cliff’s edge, her cloak dancing with the wind as she gazed into the distance where the first traces of dawn began to paint the horizon in hues of violet and gold.

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