Stars Crossing Novels & Stories

Nodding at them, Erik said. "Done? Good, Joan, be a dear and destroy the arrangement for us." The armored maiden, Joan, noded and slowly walked to the candles arrangement border, drawing her sword. With a quick movement, she plunges it into the floor, making a bright light appear over the arrangement. Leona hides behind Erik at that. The light brightens up for a moment and goes out. Joan takes her sword back and sheats it slowly. The candles' arrangement was gone. Totally erased. She slowly walks back to the group and says.

They are walking step by step as they cross along the shallow rough waters. "Yeah...she's been here awhile ago. The scent is still fresh." Fabien exclaims. His gamma vision imprints the one pair of footprints from the tap roots in front. "Let's go. We need to hurry or your little sister won't even see the rising sun in the next circle of the red moon."

I managed a strained smile and took one last look at Christian. Then, I kicked my scooter into gear and sped away, eager to escape that toxic mess. However, I would never have seen the next part coming. At the intersection, a drunk driver ran a red light, plowed straight into me, and sped off. Thankfully, a kind passerby called 911 and rushed me to the ER. Unfortunately, though, as fate would have it, I ran right into Christian again, who was hooked up to an IV, struggling with severe gastritis.

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.

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.

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

So far, they have listened until Joey and Dexter didn’t. The good thing is that everyone was already at the opposite end before the two decided to mess it up. The worst news is, I am the last one. Joey immediately followed Sandra because, well, the dumbass wanted to. And Dexter just had this great idea to follow after the dumbass. ‘They must have wanted to die,’ Lia darkly joked. The bridge was now unstable, and I could feel that it was about to snap. Sandra and Joey crossed safely. Dexter was in the middle of the bridge, and he motioned for me to cross.

For three years, I used my family's mob ties and my own money to pave the way for Declan's crew. He was the boy I survived the streets with as a kid. But at this month's sit-down, his newly hired secretary, Roxy, tossed my casino ledgers and club records onto the table in front of all the guys. She accused me of skimming profits and slacking off. "These underground banks, these smuggling docks," she read the numbers out loud, her voice full of fake outrage. "Every time she bribes someone, she skims thousands of dollars! She's lining her own pockets." "I say the Boss strips her of her club manager title right now to save our cash flow." I glanced at Declan, the boss of the crew. He knew

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