Starstable Novels & Stories

Stella was a designer at Starlight Jewelry, and she was somewhat known in the industry. This morning, she overheard her colleagues gossiping about Ford Corporation calling to invite Starlight's designers for a discussion. Everyone speculated that Ford Corporation must have chosen Starlight for collaboration. Stella was ecstatic. Last night at the party, she had been trying to get close to Shane, but he was either busy talking to other company executives or being affectionate with Haley. She never found the right opportunity to approach him. Today was her best chance!

Nathan announced and saluted Dustin from his spot on the floor. “Oh, you’re part of Star Tower?” Dustin frowned. He looked unhappy. He did not think that Nathan would be a member of Star Tower’s Seventy-Two Constellations. Star Tower did not have as many official members as other top ranked organizations, but every member was someone formidable. Among them were the Seventy-Two Constellations and the Thirty-Six Nebulae. “Thanks to the recommendation from my teacher, I was lucky enough to join Star Tower and finally gain a position as one of the Seventy-Two Constellations,” Nathan said fearfully.

At that moment, Aster's finger twitched, and he started mumbling. Shawn immediately pushed Jasmine out of his attention, leaning in close to Aster. "Aster, sweetheart, Daddy's here!" Aster's lips moved, and he managed to croak out a few words, almost unintelligible, "Don't… Bully Mommy…" Shawn's eyes widened, before he stumbled back into a chair, defeated. He raised his hands slowly, holding his face as anguished sobs came from within his fingers, his wedding ring sparkling. I raised my hand, looking at my ring finger.

Xavier gently pushed Starla’s wheelchair as she traced frost patterns on the glass with her fingertips. Three months of neurological therapy, and she could finally stand on her own again. “You once told me the Milky Way was the universe’s miracle,” Starla murmured. “Actually… I…” “You’re still my miracle.” Xavier knelt before her, their eyes meeting at the same level. “Starla, I’m here to win your heart all over again.” From his pocket, he pulled out a familiar platinum ring. The engraving inside glimmered under the moonlight. Tears welled in Starla’s eyes. “You… still kept it?”

An heir claiming what had been chosen for him. Elara sat across from him, spine straight, hands folded in her lap, eyes fixed on the table. She wore pale ivory, no veil. Her hair had been braided again, tightly, pulled back to expose the shape of her jaw. She looked like something breakable. Not fragile—but tightly wound, like glass just before the fracture. Xavier could feel the weight of the room pressing on the back of his neck. His father stood behind him. Gregor, his grandfather, was seated in the far corner like a statue. Two uncles lingered near the fireplace. Silent. Watching. Always watching.

“He cannot leave the medical wing.” Kael looked at her. “Then no one leaves it.” Another explosion shook the walls. The baby kicked again. The silver symbol on the floor lit up. Seven stars appeared around the crown. One of them turned blood-red. Then another. Then another. Damon stared at them. His face went pale. “That's impossible.” “What?” He pointed at the floor. “There are supposed to be seven.” I looked. There were eight. A new star had appeared. Directly beside mine. Damon whispered,

​Gareth carefully unrolled the chart, holding it low so Liora could see. ​"Look here," Gareth pointed with a long finger. "This constellation is the Great Bear. And right beside it, this small cluster of stars is called the Little Cub." ​Liora reached out, her finger hovering just above the wet gold paint without touching it. "Is that me? The Little Cub?" ​"That is you," Gareth murmured softly, his golden eyes glowing with a quiet, fierce affection. "And this star right here—the brightest one just below the Cub—will be your sister."

Her expression softened for only a second. “Because this is bigger than what you want.” I shook my head. “No. It isn’t. This is my life.” The Alpha leaned forward. “Luna, explain yourself.” She turned toward him. “Malia cannot leave.” “Why not?” one elder asked. “Because Blackridge has waited too long for this union. Deucalion is finally mated. The pack has already accepted her as its Luna. If she leaves we don't know how long it would take to see a Luna as Malia who's capable of carrying the blood of Blackridge in it”

Jane stood in front of the SV Hotel, the busy street didn't prevent her from taking in the reflection of the streets on those mirrored windows. The Salvatore Family happened to own one of the most expensive hotels in the country. Rumors have it that Niklaus colonized the two top floor, Jane was about to find out the truth. Jane almost choked when she entered the lobby. " How can a place be so clean? " It's high ceiling provided openness that allowed light to ignite life on every object it crashed, thick luxuriant sofas under dense carped accommodating individuals so elegantly, but nothing could defeat the homey temperature.

He Stares at us Intently. "If Theo finds his mate and chooses to accept her, Celeste shall leave him, and if Celeste chooses to accept her mate than Theo shall leave her and will not misuse his power and anger in forcing her to live with him or end up in a drunken despair." "In no way will the packs future be jeopardized" he says firmly. Theo and I glance at each other, he pushes his hand for me to take and I do instantly. We gaze back at the awaiting Alpha "agreed" we answer in unison. "Than I approve" Alpha Roberto declares.