Stars Crossing Novels & Stories

The morning sky stretched wide and soft, painted with streaks of gold and delicate clouds. It was the kind of morning that whispered promises—of joy, of love, of forever. Inside Charlotte’s house, laughter filled the air like music. The scent of flowers and faint notes of vanilla-scented candles danced in the corners of the bridal room.

No one wants to be last. A little conflict occurred, and someone took the opportunity to cross the stream first. That made those who were arguing angrily. Some people bravely crossed the stream without warning. As a result, some people were lucky to travel; some people collided because they jumped on a rock at the same time, so they fell into the stream. Fortunately, they were close to the shore, so they were picked up by the people on the beach. But they were disqualified entirely because, in the rules, it was said not to get caught in a trap or fall into a stream.

He asked softly, helping her to stand back but she pulled her arm back roughly, fuming at him. “I am fine. I don’t need your help.” She hissed, turning her head away, not wanting him help. He sighed as they both crossed the bridge too. Then Daphne and Randall crossed, they were slowly crossing. Half of them were on the other side, waiting for each other. “You go.” Kriss whispered, looking down, motioning to Juniper and Ahlum to go first. She nodded but the moment they stepped on the bridge, the ground began to shake at a high magnitude.

“They have chosen to expand.” James frowned. “What does that mean?” “It means love was never your weakness.” “It is the bridge’s greatest strength.” The tree behind her shimmered. Seven branches slowly illuminated. Only three glowed brightly. Four remained dark. “They are waking.” The woman raised one hand. “But beware.” “Every bridge invites travelers.” “Not all who cross it come in peace.” Everything dissolved. ⸻ Charlotte gasped. They were back. Still standing in the conference room. Still holding hands.

There was a heated argument as no one was willing to let the other person die for them to pass. Mara smiled. "You all have spoken with courage and strength. I see great potential in you. You've passed the crossing test". They stared at each other in disbelief. This was a test?. A test of what exactly?. As if reading their minds, she answered. "A test of courage and selflessness. You have proven that you care for each other and will always be by each other. When I'm gone, the bridge will appear. You have to cross as fast as you can. I hope you get the answers you seek for". After saying those words, Mara disappeared

She called Pablo again when he answered. "Are you close?" she asked. "Yes, I see your car," he replied. She checked her side mirror and saw his car pulling up behind hers. "Do you see those two women crossing the street? I want you to run them over." Unaware of the impending danger, the friends continued their cheerful conversation, waiting for the right moment to cross to the restaurant across the street. The midday sun cast sharp shadows on the pavement. When Mira noticed it was safe, she invited Kristen to cross, but Kristen's necklace suddenly fell, and she stopped to pick it up. Mira started to cross, and Kristen was horrified to see a speeding car heading towards her friend with no int

Between dignity and survival, she had no choice. "Okay! I'll do it!" she screamed, her voice raw with despair and sobs. I stopped, a faint, satisfied smile curling at the corner of my lips. "Good." "Security, get the placard ready. Use the thickest red marker you have and make the letters big. I want it visible from across the street." From that day on, Silktree Atelier had a new, peculiar "landmark." A gaunt woman knelt faithfully every day beside the statue of Mars. The conspicuous placard hung from her chest, and she became a backdrop for guests and passersby to take photos.

His eyes were deep as if they could swallow everything in the world as he snarled, “You drive the d*mn car now!” “Okay!” Lucas yelped. ‘See! Even the noblest and most educated man in Rothesay is cursing. Mrs. Connor, you and Garrison Larson better not do anything stupid!’ “Rainbow Bridges” were two bridges. The reason “Rainbow Bridges’ was known as Rainbow Bridges was that there was a thick layer of mist at every moment in the two-meter wide space between the two bridges that erected parallel to each other above the water. When the weather was bad, the people on one side of the bridge would not be able to see the people on the other side of the bridge. It was only when the weather was clear

In that moment, surrounded by family, friends, and the soft glow of hope, Amara knew with unshakable certainty that the line had been crossed, and she would never walk back. No storm, no doubt, and no shadow could ever undo the love they had fought so fiercely to claim. And as she gazed at Liam, she understood that the crossroads she once feared had led her to exactly where she belonged, by his side, ready to face the future, hand in hand, heart to heart, forever.

She crossed one of her legs over the other. "It's time for her to know the true definition of her daughter. I'll make her see through me whether she likes it or not." I chuckled delightfully, positively imagining the supposed successful outcome of Sally's idea.