Stars Crossed Lovers Novels & Stories

I said, peering at him. “They look happier today,” he said, and I chuckled, looking at the sand beneath my feet. “I wasn’t talking about the stars in the sky,” I said. “Nor was I,” he said, looking at me. “Have you heard about star-crossed lovers?” “Lovers who end up tragically?” “Yup. Don’t you think we are star-crossed lovers?” I felt a sting in my chest, “why so?” “We tragically love each other,” he said.

They even ended up talking about the famous story in their kingdom about the star-crossed lovers. "Such a story may be tragic in the eyes of the people but it simply shows that not every couple is meant to be with each other just because of love," Emery stated. “It's just like forcing the moon and sun to show up in the sky at the same time.” “That does happen. Like in the story, the couple meets once a year just as how rarely the sun and moon meet above. Their reunion may last only for a day or less but holding your lover even for a minute is good enough.”

On their wedding day, right as Elena Emerton and Kyle Fenton were about to exchange rings, a woman rushed Kyle with a knife. Elena moved on instinct, throwing herself in front of Kyle. The blade sank into her chest, and she crumpled into Kyle's arms. As the woman was dragged away, she screamed, "Kyle Fenton, we're not done! How dare you get married?" That was when Elena recognized her. Allison Smyth. Kyle's sworn enemy for the past six years. Before anyone could react, Allison broke free and held the knife to her throat. "Kyle, I'm tired. Let's end this." Kyle's eyes went wide. He dropped Elena and rushed to Allison, catching the blade with his bare hand. Elena hit the floor hard.

Their journey, marked by suffering and separation, had led them to this moment of reunion and happiness. Love had found its way, defying the challenges and uncertainties that had once kept them apart. The stars, once crossed, now aligned to grant Adam, Mariah, and Ella the well-deserved happy ending they had fought for and earned through the trials of their shared past.

“Not yet. We need to be careful. Let’s keep an eye on them for now. We can’t act impulsively.” Cross’s eyes searched mine, his expression uncertain. He looked like he was still searching for answers, still trying to wrap his head around the betrayal. I didn’t blame him. I felt the same way. “There’s something else I haven’t told you,” I said, my voice dropping to a near whisper. Cross’s eyes locked onto mine, his expression darkening as if he already sensed what was coming. “Rosa and Zod are lovers,” I revealed. For a moment, Cross said nothing. Then, to my surprise, he let out a bitter laugh. “Everyone in the Shadow Claws Pack knows about them. I’m surprised you’re just figuring it out.”

"A love that defied the odds and forged a bond strong enough to withstand even the darkest of times." As they continued to explore the contents of the box, they uncovered a series of scrolls intricately bound with silken threads, each one bearing witness to the love story that had transcended centuries of hatred and prejudice. With bated breath, they unrolled the scrolls, their eyes scanning the handwritten passages that recounted the trials and tribulations faced by Draven and Lysandra, the star-crossed lovers who had dared to defy the norms of their time.

No. "No." My eyes were clouding but he wiped my tears off before it can even fall. "What's the sense of me being here without you?" He fell silent and he just stared at me, making me forget about all the other things for a while, even the thing about his and Axel's deal. For now, it's just me and Adam. "Why can't our love story be just a romantic comedy just like what you said." He sighed and I giggled. "I won't ask for any other else."

"You stood in this room and deliberately twisted what you saw to harm someone under my care. That's not a mistake — and I've found out the truth about you and Thomas. What you did was a deliberate act between you and your lover." Gasps filled the room. My eyes widened in shock. *Lover?* He held her gaze. "I don't forgive people like you." Dina opened her mouth. "Mr. Cross, please — that's... that's a misunderstanding. Thomas is not my lover. I just spoke what I saw. I didn't plan anything with him, Mr. Cross—" But footsteps were fast approaching. The guards appeared in the doorway.

He moved to kneel before her, offering her a faux white rose as he said, “I know rose isn’t the flower that does the trick for you, but I don’t really have any other kind of faux flower around.” Starr smiled, nodding. “There is a lot to say,” Chris had started, “But if I am allowed to speak, I would probably take forever. So, I am going to go straight to the point and hit the nail on the head. Starr Hart, will you be my lover and let me be yours?”

Theodore whispered. Oscar was a lot harder at home than he was trying to convince her to get married and he’d barely even stared at her as well. Even though she was merely his contract wife, an acknowledgment of her existence would be the bare minimum but seeing him walk out those doors in anger, one thing was obvious— —that Oscar was very much still in love with Francesca, almost as much as she was with Damien unfortunately. But now if they both still liked their exes, how on earth were they supposed to make this work?