Novel & Cerita Starry Eyes Jenn Bennett

" Okay, I admit I was stupid, but please, let Lisa go, she's sick, she won't make it, please Stella, I beg you" She looks at me with so much pity, she turns her face away, she ignores my plead and walks away "stella!". I cried JESSE'S POV I take a sip of my voka, I hear the sound of suitcases and footsteps walking quickly down the stairs and I knew exactly who it was " Where do you think you're going?". I turn and see Benita pause. "You're awake". She said nervously I smile at her " Where do you think you're going?"

Katherine Thomas Chapter 1 There is only one planet that we know of that holds life. It is the Earth. Our home. However, there is a small percentage of the population that never lost their true parentage. They know where they really come from, and it isn’t Earth’s perfection. They are called to watch the stars. They can see the differences that the normal humans can’t see. They instinctively know they came from the heavens. They are the ones who call themselves the Seeds of the Stardust.

Ogali’. I pushed my glasses up my nose a bit then I sat down silently. ‘Psst!’, I heard from behind me. I didn’t turn of course. ‘Psst!’, I turned slightly and Beck Jameson was staring at me with his hazel eyes. I wasn’t scared of him like everyone else in school because minus the whole bad boy façade he is just a strangled little penguin to me.

My brother's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets with excitement. "Who did you choose, Alpha?" He asked, eager to know. The line fell silent, and I saw a lady stride out of the hotel. Her eyes were on me as she wore a short green dress that accentuated her figure. She then walked up to meet me. Just as I heard Alpha Andrew reply to Steven, "I don't like Zoey. So I accepted to marry Alpha Bennett's daughter, Hannah Bennett. So get back to the pack." "Alright, Alpha. I will be back soon." The call ended, and Steven bubbled with excitement.

It was not until the day when I recalled how Snowie could hear my thoughts that I realized something was not right. She thought that I had deliberately written Man as Nan, yet she did not know that at that time, my right eye had been blocked by my hair. I miswrote. The paper still had traces of my correction. I suspected something was wrong with my right eye, so I secretly took it off, put it in my bag, and went to have it checked immediately after asking for leave from my teacher. Sure enough, upon opening it, I found a state-of-the-art surveillance device inside, placed there no more than two weeks ago.

I awake with a slight headache and sit up, looking around the room. I realize I am alone and stand carefully. I look around the room in search of the bathroom. I decided to try the black door by the balcony first, and internally dance it is. I turn the light on and look in the mirror. My hair is stuck to my face, and my eyes are puffy and red from crying. I close my eyes and take a deep breath.

The crowd was dense, but I pushed through and made a beeline for the stairs. I drew nearer and the individual glanced up and met my gaze briefly before averting his eyes. I kept back a bit, waiting for them to take the first step. Another buzz. I did not even need to check my phone to know who it was. "Close enough?" I smiled and shoved my hands into my jacket pockets and leaned in somewhat and spoke a bit softer. “You the one texting me?” He didn't say anything at first; he just sort of leaned in and displayed those incredible eyes, and I definitely saw the dark iris in his eye.

Bennett used to stare at me with so much love that I could see it burning in his eyes, but not anymore. I have been wondering what went wrong. What I did wrong. My brain has been hurting because I’ve been trying to think of what could have gone wrong, but nothing. I’ve been trying not to think too much because Karina, my only close friend said I have seizures whenever my brain is overworked, and I wouldn’t want to have any of that, but Bennett's silence has been making me lose it. I had been good to him since I met him. I’ve been loving towards him, always trying to be there wherever he needed someone. Whenever he needed to cheer up, I was there with him, and now he looks at me like a comple

(Eve's POV) ‘I want to reset my life. Please, can somebody push that button?’ I groaned, wincing at the bright light when my expected guest turned on the switch. I immediately pulled the old, worn-out blanket and covered my face. “Reset? Where’s the button, Eve Bennet, and I will.” Bethany sneered, grasping the edge of the blanket and tugging it towards her. Bethany Bennett, my chirpy and goddess-looking best friend, beamed like the sun in her flouncy, off-shoulder yellow floral dress, contrasting my black pair of silk sleepwear, and like my blanket, it was old but comfortable.

Jenny groaned but waited patiently as Britney rummaged through a drawer. "Have you ever worn contacts?" Britney asked. "No," Jenny replied. "I have perfect vision." "Ooh, she has perfect vision," Britney teased, making Jenny blush slightly. She showed Jenny how to insert the colored contacts—dark brown in hue. "Your eyes are too pretty. We must hide them from the world," Britney said theatrically. "Wouldn't this be easier with a mirror?" Jenny complained as she missed her eyes for the third time.