Stars Above Something Old Something New Novels & Stories

They were like the very first stars appearing in the sky just before nightfal l— not yet a recognizable constellation, but slowly, surely becoming one. And there, somewhere beneath the eternal glow of the Festival of Moon, two possible future love stories quietly took another monumental step forward into the night.

For a scrawny old man, he sure was fast. “You don’t believe in fortunes?”, he asked , with a mocking tone in her voice. “ I don’t believe any being can tell another’s fortune, we are the makers of our fates.” She said indignantly. “In that case, prove me wrong” The old man threw the cloth that revealed something that looked like a star chart, but I didn’t recognise any of the constellations. And I was pretty sure star charts didn’t move. This one was almost alive, making a low humming sound as the man placed his hand on it and told Míriel to do the same.

Lucia didn't give him an answer but she continued on breathing heavily as large beads of sweat formed on her forehead. ''It is already written by the stars. Are you not curious why the stars are unusually bright this night and the moon being huge than it usually was?'' the old woman said as she carefully peels the orange fruit on her hand skillfully. This night has been nothing but dreadful for both of the lovebirds. Levi doesn't want to believe the old woman because it is really impossible for his wife to give birth at this rate. If that happen, he is afraid that there are complications that is going to surprise them.

As I stared at the man I had supported for 10 long years with my youth and countless part-time jobs, I felt as if I had been plunged into icy water. Then he paused, his eyes sweeping briefly past me before settling on Ivy. "And lastly," his voice softened, "I want to thank someone very special. She has been my muse. In my most confusing moments, it was her wisdom that lit the way forward. Ms. Ivy Anderson, thank you." Not once. Not once did he say my name. The applause that followed was the loudest of the night, mixed with whistles and cheers. Everyone celebrated this perfect academic couple—the golden boy and girl. They really did look like they belonged together.

"Gideon Frost, you truly have become vicious. Fine. Since you protect this evil spirit's remains so dearly, then you will personally burn them to ashes to cleanse the bad luck from Adrian's body." Father trembled all over and stared at Mother in disbelief. "Seraphina, have you forgotten why you are alive today? My sister traded her life for yours. Have you forgotten all of it? "How dare you treat her like this? How dare you!" The courtyard fell silent. Only Adrian's groans drifted faintly from the rooms beyond. Mother drew a breath. Her brows tightened with impatience. "Must you cling to something from so many years ago? "She is already dead. How can a dead ghost compare to Adrian's living l

“Instead of reading as usual, he would spend time talking to you till midnight and instead of him to go sleep straight, he wold still stay up to read and by the time he’s done reading, it’s daybreak” “Do you want me to start telling you the things he has done just because of you? He things he had started doing just because of you? He is at his peak of his career, why! Just why do you want to ruin it for him. Or don’t you know what it means for a celebrity to be dating his fan?” Uncle Sam asked.

With that, the line went off. Jack and Paisley were in a five-star hotel as planned. "It seems like we're in the same category here, Jack. I love Xavier and you love Lily and there's no doubt they probably love each other. Try and make Lily stay away from Xavier and I would do the same with Xavier." _________________________ The next morning. _________________________ Lily's POV: _________________________ I was floating in the skies, the bed I was in was so soft and it has my favorite flavor.

Stardust sparkled as a testament to their cosmic union, creating an everlasting imprint in the celestial realms. As the celestial collaboration unfolded, the astral atelier echoed with harmonious laughter and the cosmic hum of creative energies. Celestial beings, drawn by the allure of harmonious collaboration, joined in the celestial crafting. The once-empty spaces in the cosmic canvas now filled with the harmonious constellations of Victoria and Alexander's creation, radiating with an ethereal luminescence that captivated the cosmic audience.

they tried to "Claim." Dominic pulled back, his breath ragged, his "Somatic-Grafts" settled into a "Permanent-Celestial-Standard." He looked up at the stars, where a series of "Small-Amber-Fires" were blooming—the "De-Orbiting" remains of the "Old-World’s-Eyes."

Even the night sounds backed away, insects cutting off mid trill like they had been warned. Rethan lifted his head slowly. His ears flattened. “That is not one of ours.” “No,” I said. “It is older.” The stars overhead flickered again. Not blinking out this time. Shifting. Constellations slid like they were being nudged into new places by a hand that did not care how long humans had memorized them. The sight made my stomach drop hard enough that I had to brace myself against Kaden’s arm. Darius swore softly. “That should not be possible.”