Starstruck Chapter 3 Novels & Stories

It was after 10 mins when I realised that I need to start a conversation. I turned my face towards the kid and said,"hey sweetie , what's your name?" She smiled and said," Hey, I am Sara and you?" I replied,"I am Claire , so what are you gonna sing?" She replied,"teardrops on my guitar by Taylor swift". She was gonna say something more when a lady with long brown hair who looked like she was in her 30s came and scolded the child and said,"I told you not to speak with strangers. she is a stranger , do you seriously want to mess up your competition?"

I turn around and saw him onto the ground with the left side of his face swollen by Lucas. I stood frighteningly, staring at Lucas Curious more than ever about where he came from and why he was within Starkville. Was he visiting a relative? I thought even more. As I stare at him shock at how he easily defeats Reese as if it was nothing at all. Gazing at how a good fighter he was and too good-looking. My eyes slowly, move from his angelic face that was smooth and clear as to how I would have expected an angel to look. Down to his lower body. Embarrass, quickly, I move my head back to his face. Feeling so ashamed of what I was doing. I was so disappointed with myself that I remove my eyes off

AS the sun slipped through the blinds, I yawned. It’s a new day, and it’s time for a new adventure. Chase was really concerned about me yesterday, as I had expected. When I told him what had happened, he merely stared at me with a strange expression on his face and said nothing. I didn’t make any inferences from it, but I was intrigued as to why he seemed so interested. I mean, it’s not like I’m already dating someone else. That is, nevertheless, not a bad starting point. Who, after all, adheres to the three-month rule? To be honest… I’ll need more than three months to get back on track.

I yowl as quietly as I can from my still hidden place in the shrubbery. “You’d never do that to my future husband,” the little imp dares to taunt back. Chapter 1:3 Stalkers and Retarded Penguins

BOOK 3: Chapter 22: Caught by the Maid She chuckles nervously, shaking her head as her trembling hands fumble to adjust her nightgown, tugging the fabric quickly over her body. Her eyes flick up toward him, expression skeptical and incredulous, one eyebrow arched high. “What the hell are you doing here?” she demands, voice low and sharp. Adrian just chuckles, that same arrogant, deliciously dangerous grin spreading across his face. He shrugs, stepping inside with slow, deliberate movements, pushing the door nearly shut behind him.

Humiliation crashed over me like ice water. But the worst part was the marks. Three distinct mating bites on the right side of my neck, visible in the photos. Everyone could see them now. “Three different wolves marked her,” someone laughed loudly. “What kind of whore spreads her legs for three guys at once?” I ran. Tears blurred my vision as I locked myself in a bathroom stall. The bond pulsed weakly in my chest, but I couldn’t feel them clearly. They’ll fix this, I told myself, wiping my eyes. They promised. I needed to find them. Explain. Hear them say it was all going to be okay.

I looked straight back into his eyes, my chin tilting up, matching his unblinking intensity even though my pulse was racing like a trapped bird. "Then why are you still here?" I whispered. End of Chapter 33

What do you think Luna really is? Chapter 43 continues this wild chase and the stakes keep rising! END OF CHAPTER FORTY-TWO

I crooned and stroked the hair back from his abused face. Bress' jaw and the corner of his eye was bruised from my earlier attack and there was still a hint of blood on his lips. It gave me a very satisfied feeling, but I pushed that aside so I could continue impersonating Moire. "Just relax, sweetheart." I drew my fingers across his eyes instinctively and felt my magic gather. Stardust fell from my fingertips and drifted over his tumultuous eyes. The lavender dust sank into his irises—sparking once as they settled the storm—and then faded away.

If divorce is not what you seek… Well, I can help you break his legs. His words made me look up. We locked eyes. Evan stared at me. His gaze was unwavering and focused as always. I was suddenly overwhelmed by a feeling of reluctance and impulsiveness. Taking a deep breath, I grabbed the collar of his black shirt and pulled him in for a kiss. Evan froze. He wasn't expecting this at all. I hadn't anticipated that things would play out this way either. But before I could process what was happening, Evan snapped into action. He leaned in, forcing my head back and kissing me fiercely.