Stars Crossing Novels & Stories

The fated mates stood at the crossroads, their eyes locked in a shared understanding. Their hearts beat as one, their connection unbreakable, and they knew that whatever challenges awaited them, they would face them together. The future remains uncertain, and the path ahead was fraught with peril. But they were no longer the same individuals who had embarked on their journey. They had been tested, tempered by adversity, and their love had grown stronger, transcending the boundaries of fate and forging a bond that defied all odds. Hand in hand, hearts entwined, Lyra, Xander, and Nathan stepped forward, ready to embrace their intertwined destinies once more. For the realm, for their love, and

He forgot before agreeing that there comes a very busy crossover in their way and the cars hardly stops for the paediatricians to walk across. Miles did his best to walk across but the cars didn't stop. He wanted to cry. It's just been hour since he woke up and he is already being punished. He can see Lucas reaching the announced destination. And to Miles's luck, one of the drivers let him pass and Miles ran over to the other side. He was about to hit to another car, but he passed successfully. As soon as he crossed the road, he saw Lucas's arm out of the car and he was probably counting on his hand. It was just four fingers up and in next second one of them dropped and it was only three.

“If this is too fast, that’s a personal problem.” She gave me a look that promised violence. “You’re injured.” “You’re injured emotionally,” I shot back. “Kael.” “Mara.” We stared at each other. She blinked first, which I marked as a victory. The road narrowed as we reached the old stone bridge that separated Red Moon’s safe lands from everything else. Birds scattered as we crossed. The river beneath roared — too loud, too fast. Snowmelt season. A good time for running, a bad time for being caught.

But first, she had to cross the Styx of this highway. She stood on the narrow strip of gritty grass that separated the roaring lanes from the crash barrier, her back pressed against the cold metal. To cross eight lanes of traffic moving at well over a hundred kilometers an hour was a suicide mission. There was no pedestrian crossing, no bridge, no break in the relentless flow.

He frowned deeply, staring at me in confusion. I understood why he was making that expression. After all, I pursued Victor Whitmore passionately for three months in my freshman year, shocking the entire school. After learning that Victor liked to stargaze at the observatory, I went through great trouble to find meteorite fragments and personally made a star necklace for him. I risked disciplinary action for missing curfew to spend more time with him. I spent three consecutive months camping out at the law school library, pretending like I was just passing by so I could accompany him during his late-night studies.

She won’t make it far on that bad foot and with no protection on her feet. Not to mention slipping the girls undetected through the swamp, avoiding the game warden out searching for the feral, and then into our vehicle under the noses of the law enforcement still swarming Waycross, will be a miracle in itself. That doesn’t include making the several hour journey to the Tideland’s pack land in without being spotted along the way. We will have to stop for gas and to let the girls go to the bathroom and to get them food, all of which are opportunities to be sighted. Everyone in the whole damn country is looking for the Cross sisters. The case has blown up and coverage is worldwide. The humans a

Before the woman could even react, Patrick shoved her aside impatiently. "Enough already. Get lost. You're just here to leech off the traffic from my livestream." Straightening his tailored suit with an exaggerated poise, he turned back to the camera. "Everything's clear now. This woman bought her ticket from some no-name lottery shack in some backwater village. Obviously, she got scammed." His words did not spark relief among our classmates and lecturers. Instead, they looked regretful.

A tiny figure shot out from the shadows in the hallway, crashing into my arms. "Daddy!" Naomi cried, clutching my shirt as she buried her tiny face against it. "I missed you so much, Daddy… Please don't leave again…" I froze where I stood, my hand resting on her soft hair. My fingers brushed the curls—her natural waves, just like mine—and something in my stomach fluttered ever so slightly. When I looked up, Willow was standing near the stairwell, holding a bulging canvas bag. Stray hairs fell across her forehead, tousled by the wind.

“He wants to watch you come undone. That spark you’ve got? That fire? He doesn’t worship it. He breaks it.” I nod slowly. The ache in my chest sharpens into resolve. “Thanks,” I murmur. “Really.” He touches my arm, quick and fierce. “You promise me, Lana. You see him coming, you turn the other way. You call me if you can’t. I don’t care if it’s the middle of the night.” “I promise,” I whisper. Because I mean it. Because I have to. Because Nathan Cross is the kind of man who leaves beautiful wreckage behind.

Sara crosses her arm over her chest reeling over all that I said. "it makes sense when you put it like that, but you should have let me give a piece of my fury to that blind jerk." she huffs and puffs her chest. This day might just be an interesting one for my girl. I didn't even get the name of the handsome hulk, maybe he'll be the water that calms the blazing flames in my best friend over here.