Stars Above By Marissa Meyer Novels & Stories

𝘐 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘳 I leaned back, a dark, self deprecating smile pulling at my lips. If any of the shareholders or board members at Sterling Holdings could see me right now, they would think I’d lost my mind. The ruthless, untouchable Xavier Sterling, reduced to counting the minutes between unread messages from a woman he’d met in the hazy, tequila scented shadows of an exclusive club. But Marissa Harrison wasn't just any woman. She was my obsession. My First Love.

Claire said defeatedly, already assuming that it wouldn’t work but this time she heard a click on the door, as in a second, it was open. Everytime Claire saw Marissa, she couldn’t help but think that the moon goddess was so unfair. Marisa was perfect. She had pale skin, long black hair, beautiful brown eyes and overall just too beautiful. “I want cake” Marissa stated in a very calm voice. She was sick of the room and wanted to come out since the first day Claire asked but also wanted to show her displeasure at being in Dario’s room by force. “Okay Okay!”. Claire replies excitedly, almost bouncing like a child.

She gently traced my tombstone and whispered, "You are the starlight that vanished from my sky." Finally, my soul began to fade. Thank you, my sister.

I thought it would be a lovely family reunion, but I was mistaken. Marissa insisted on leaving. She didn’t want to stay in my mansion, so I grabbed my car keys and offered to drive her home. As I lead her out to my Maybach, we hear a scream before a burst of colours lights up the night sky. The beach is holding a fireworks display. Marissa stops and looks up in delight and awe. she looks stunning under the vivid colours erupting above us. My gaze moves down to her delicate collarbone as a weird thought creeps up on me. Even though Jennifer is my mate, I wonder if Marissa would fight for me?

An heir claiming what had been chosen for him. Elara sat across from him, spine straight, hands folded in her lap, eyes fixed on the table. She wore pale ivory, no veil. Her hair had been braided again, tightly, pulled back to expose the shape of her jaw. She looked like something breakable. Not fragile—but tightly wound, like glass just before the fracture. Xavier could feel the weight of the room pressing on the back of his neck. His father stood behind him. Gregor, his grandfather, was seated in the far corner like a statue. Two uncles lingered near the fireplace. Silent. Watching. Always watching.

“I can feel it.” All eyes turned to the woman in the corner. Tall. Elegant. Blonde hair braided over one shoulder. A red scarf wrapped around her neck. Her name was Marissa. And she loved Marek. She loved him deeply, painfully, obsessively. She had dreamed for years of becoming Luna. Of standing beside him. Of being chosen. Aveline had ruined that in a single night. Marissa spoke at last, voice low and icy. “She needs to be removed.”

She excitedly read it. From: Brylle Hey. How is your night? She bit her lower lip while replying. To: Brylle It’s good. How about yours? From: Brylle Well, I’m watching the night sky right now from our balcony. Would you mind if I said that I kept thinking about you? You have always been pretty, but a while ago, you took my breath away. You were just beautiful like tonight, Marissa. Her cheeks flushed because of the well-written message of Brylle. He was the sweetest man she knew because he knew how to use the words to make her feel good about herself. She cleared her throat to wake her senses up.

Marah approached with a practiced grace, the picture of an upper-class lady. She gave Gina a polite, close-lipped smile, all poise and decorum. The moment Gina heard Marah’s voice, she instinctively braced herself. Swirling her wine glass casually, she asked, “And you are?” Before anyone else could respond, Marah jumped in, “I’m Layson’s cousin. I currently work at Starry.” Gina paused, looking her over. “So you work with Adela, then? You’re a jewelry designer too?”

Fuck! I turned back and I found those blue eyes locked on me. It was the same woman that had saved me, the voice of mercy. She stepped forward and sat by the Alpha's side. She's not his Luna, but I believe she must be someone with a very reputable rank. She's a gentle soul. "Bella, as they call you." Tb Alpha spoke, his voice commanding and his aura filled the area. I jerked my head sharply and faced the ground. I dared not look at him.

, no lights can trespass over 1 meter. An unknown energy on this planet is “eating” the light as a food source at night. As a result, no light exists. I look up to the sky. Leon says today’s weather is perfectly clear with no cloud, so actually we are gazing into millions of stars from GX67 Galaxy, but for now, as all lights are eaten, I cannot see anything above. I wonder how breathtaking it would be if the sky is perfectly clear. All the lights in this base are made with special grade metal to lock the energy so it doesn’t get burned too fast, as a result, all the lights look like rounded light balls, fluffy and warm wandering around the trees. I follows Leon to a tent.