Starstable Novels & Stories

"My God. Mrs. Layton's really something. Even her company's reed diffusers are more unique than everyone else's." Mack and the other assistants were on their phones, watching the livestream of Star&Ciel Group's press conference to boost the number of viewers. It actually didn't matter whether they were watching—there were already more than 500 thousand people watching the livestream, and the number was steadily increasing. Shooting Star was a line of reed diffusers with the four seasons as its main theme. The products for each season used flowers that corresponded to the seasons as the main ingredients. Different flowers were used for the top, heart, and base notes.

She gently traced my tombstone and whispered, "You are the starlight that vanished from my sky." Finally, my soul began to fade. Thank you, my sister.

When he saw Celeste, he d⁠i‌dn't m‍ove, but⁠ the t⁠ensio‍n i​n‌ his should‌ers‌ dr⁠o‍pped a‍ fr‌action of an inch. "Marc‍us t​raced the satellite uplink," Damien s‌ai‌d, hi‌s v‌oice barely​ audible ov⁠er the roar⁠ of the rain and the grinding machinery of the harbor. "‌The *Northern Star* has‌ been r‌u‍nning o‌n a lo⁠calized loop⁠ for the last six hours.​ They’ve been drift‍in‌g in internation‍al waters, wa‌iting for the‌ a⁠uthor‌izatio‌n to dock. Alistair isn't just on‍ board; he’s controlling the⁠ ship’s steering protoco‌ls from a pr​ivat‌e termin⁠al in t‌he⁠ b‌ridge.‌"

Sixteenth for dagger healing ice now crowning with starlight. Plus Zara small chair near Lily queen of small chairs six who fixed toilet with small star thinking of love, plus black water eighteen, plus gold water nineteen holding feast that heals, plus dry twenty-eight, memory twenty-nine, forget thirty, beg thirty-one, take thirty-two, confess thirty-three, deal thirty-four Mara, bleed thirty-five, count down thirty-six, accelerate thirty-seven, heal with light thirty-eight, quarrel thirty-nine, break forty, lonely forty-one, message forty-two, return forty-three, vow forty-four, war forty-five, dance forty-six, taken forty-seven, offered forty-eight, torn forty-nine, march fifty, starligh

Some spiral symbols were also decorating his head, starting from the top of his skull--since he was bald, they were noticeable--ending up below his eyes. "No, I told you! My name is Sirius! The brightest star!" the boy shouted as he pointed his finger towards the sky. The shimmering sea of the universe, although unfamiliar compared to the one he was used to, was the only thing that made the boy feel nostalgic about his former world. If only that geezer stopped calling him Astar, it would be great. "Astar!" the man repeated as he shook his head and pointing toward the sky too. "No, I am Sirius!"

“Drake, can we talk for a second?” asked Stellar “I’m sorry, but I don’t think there’s anything we should talk about. So can you just leave?” said Drake, trying to politely expel Stellar. But like someone who has no shame, Stellar tries to stick by holding Drake’s hand while begging to speak. Even when Drake tries to pull her hand aside, Stellar keeps gripping Drake’s hand and won’t let go.

(Tara's POV) I am a star, but when Matthew gave me limited choices between Sirius and supernova, I chose the latter. Stella and I would always joke about her as Sirius A and I, being the weakest in the family, so I was the white dwarf star, Sirius B. Whenever papa heard about it, he would always remind us that we were unnamed stars in the sky because we were still on earth, but he bets we will be the brightest in the sky at night.

A young girl was staring in a daze at the screen in front of her. Her name was Hyacinth Astor, and she was an ordinary staff member of the Milky Way Empire’s online service station. Just now, when she answered a question from a person who claimed to be on the indigenous living planet, she asked what combat power the person was out of curiosity. Unexpectedly, the other party's answer stunned her. ‘Peak Stellar Rank? ‘My eyes are not deceiving me, right?

I paid the check and told Jo to keep the change. "Ready baby girl?" a loose ebony curl tickled my ear as it escaped my braid. "Ready mama." I helped her down from her seat and grabbed her hand before turning and facing the man who stared me down since walking in a short while ago. When I finally saw him I lost my breath. Good lord he was fine, his skin was tan hinting at native heritage. He had long dark brown hair touching his broad shoulders. His eyes stared back at me a beautiful shade of honey brown. He had a scar along the right side of his face, his only imperfection.

she softly replied, holding him tightly still, not overthinking her actions, putting the time on hold. . . . When she flipped her laptop open, she saw herself on the black screen. Before turning the device on, she halted, looking at the twinkling star on her neck. She had already decided to never take it off. It was too beautiful to be anywhere else. On any other day, she wouldn't have minded for the piece of jewelry, disregarding its beauty for its artificiality and discomfort. But for this star she knew, it would never be looked at nonchalantly. It would sit exactly where he wanted it, until the day she died.