Tangled Stars Novels & Stories

Which, I realized with a jolt, it had been. "Jaxx, the glass—" I started, my voice emerging breathy and pathetic even to my own ears. "Forget the glass," he growled, the command brooking no argument. He reached out, his hand large and warm as it enveloped mine. He didn't just hold it; he claimed it, his fingers intertwining with mine in a gesture that felt both possessive and protective. With a sharp tug, he twirled me around, making the twenty-million-dollar fabric flare out around my legs like a dark, shimmering cloud.

The night above Hollowreach did not end it transformed. Stars folded inward, merging into spirals of pale silver and blue, forming the sigils of the First Tongue across the sky. The air trembled with syllables that had no sound yet pressed against the mind like waves. Every stone, every heartbeat, every breath listened.

Lantern light and starlight tangled on our faces. For once, the future didn’t look like a web or a ledger. It looked like this. Messy. Crowded. Chosen.

Celeste said firmly “What?? We told you we were against that plan, that was why we asked for your help” Ralph lamented “I’m not done talking. Can you just allow me to finish?” Celeste asked. Ralph nodded, knowing that he had to let her speak.“I’m sorry for interrupting, you can go ahead” Celeste let out a sigh of relief and continued, “As I was saying, Lovette and Gabriel will tie the knot, but the twist is that it won't be Lovette getting married, it will be me in her shoes," she explained with a smile.

Okay, I guess we're getting drunk tonight. "There are no stars tonight." She looks up at the dark-grey sky. "Yeah." "I love stars." She rests her head on my shoulder. Dafuq? "Okay." I say awkwardly. "Do you love stars." She looks up at me. "Love is a very strong word." I respond. "I think people are like stars, we all shine but others shine the brightest, getting all the attention while the rest of us wait for that one night when we will also get to shine bright." She sounds thoughtful.

I turned to him. My forehead furrowed. "Why a star? E, you can also be a moon." "I want to be a star because I want to be with you. I know that many men are drooling over you and they are like stars. If you'll be the moon then I'll be one of those stars beside you, admiring you. " We stared. Deafening silence. My heart pounded. With that force, I think Thyro can already hear that. Fortunately, I could not stand because I knew my knees would soften. Damn. What is happening to me?

He needed her, wanted her. She gripped his hair a bit more roughly. His hair felt like silk as they weave between her fingers. She clutched them like an anchor, her chest rising and falling, her skin sleek with sweat, her stomach taking in rush gasps of breaths. The room was already dark, but she was sure she could see tiny white stars on the ceiling. She gasped, feeling something building up in her stomach. And then she felt it. The feeling of jumping off a cliff.

I had mastered the art and craft of failing in everything I do. I walked into the library, my body soaked head to toe, water dripping all over the floors of the library, my brown hair looking wet and not organized, I could see him sitting in a corner. When Lucas had described him, he had done him a great injustice, he was way better looking than the mental picture I had of him, he had all black hair, a tattoo-covered body, he wore black short sleeves with black jeans and black boots. He looked like the human version of a perfectly cut handsome robot, his brows were properly arched and his eyes were coffee brown, his hair was curly and his shoulder was broad, as he stood up and approached me,