The Star And The Shamrock Novels & Stories

He knew in an instant that it was Travis's ship. A three mass ship with dark sails. It was the complete opposite of The Morning Star. It was dark. Even the wood the ship was made out of was darker. It's dark sails had a white crescent moon with a small silver star that dangled off the end of the moon. It looked haunting as it sailed towards the open ocean. Ghostly against the dark sky. Gavin's throat felt like it was closing as he watched it.

He seems to not notice my presence and I should continue being this silent. I bite my lower lips. I climb up on the rock stars while both of my hands are holding the leaves sideward as I try to not make any noise. I am almost at the last step. However, I couldn’t see it because of my disguise and I tripped. I ended up falling on the ground which made me caught the attention of the guardian. I closed my eyes and stopped myself from getting annoyed. I am such a clumsy little woman!

Man becomes so engrossed and used to living a lie that when he is exposed to the truth, he feels he's living a lie...’ -Bishop K.K Degaya ♠♠♠♠♠♠ “Still no news on Dorine?” Stella asked Doris. “Nope,” Doris waved her head sideways and kept her eyes glued to the door at the entrance.

“Daddy, why didn’t you let Mommy go? All the stories say this is how the prince and princess end up together.” Her innocent words tore open wounds I’d tried hard to seal. “Luna—” I began, but Amber quickly cut me off, afraid I’d lose my temper at Luna. But I just smiled and gently touched Luna’s cheek. “You’re right, sweetheart. It was Daddy’s fault for standing in the way of the prince and the princess. But from now on, I’ll try to be a proper knight instead. Would that be okay?” They were the gentlest words I’d ever spoken, yet Luna squirmed away, leaving my hand suspended.

I received a complaint and a one-star review. It was from Christian. He was using such a childish tactic just to force an apology out of me. He wanted to force me to admit the severe consequences I had to face for abandoning him back then. However, I had only loved him passionately, like the sun loved the stars. Could that really be considered a mistake? “No, Nova, you didn’t do anything wrong,” I comforted myself, completely in denial. “The only mistake is that the sun and the stars belong to day and night. They are destined to never be together.”

Then high school hit like a slap shot to the teeth. Suddenly being seen with the quiet nerd didn’t match the star forward everyone expected. So I pulled back. Let the distance grow. Let the guys test boundaries. I told myself it was temporary. That I’d fix it quietly later. Instead I’d made it worse. The engine roared to life, heat blasting from the vents. I gripped the wheel until my knuckles went white. Fake dating her meant being close again. Holding her hand in public. Maybe pulling her in for those performative kisses we’d agreed on. All while carrying the secret that I’d been the spark that lit the fire under her.

Small pieces of his shoulder were turning into sand right before my eyes. "No, no, no," I cried, pressing my hands against his chest. I tried to pull the starlight from my mark, but nothing happened. I was too tired. I was too empty. Suddenly, I heard footsteps. They were slow and deliberate. I looked up, expecting a guard. But it wasn't a guard. It was my brother, Leo. But he wasn't wearing his weaver’s clothes. He was dressed in the black armor of the Umbra Knights. He held a sword that hummed with a dark, purple light.

Rumour had it that after the death of his father fifteen years ago when he was just eight, he was sent out of the country to another Pack, and only moved back into Nightshade Pack two years ago. My face burned with embarrassment. Heat caught in my throat at the shame of my crush being here while I was getting bullied. I had liked and admired Jason from afar for two years, but he never noticed me. How the fuck was he supposed to, when we are from different worlds? While I was just an ordinary daughter of a packhouse guard, an ugly plump werewolf with big dreams of becoming a figure skater, a dream that may never come true in my lifetime, Jason was the opposite. He was the epitome of perfectio

The dance lasted for minutes but the world slowed it down for us, we were laughing when I accidentally stepped on his foot then I giggled hard when he began lifting me up between dances. When we finished, he led me into the deck. The breeze was so cold but Adam's arm on my waist kept me warm. The yacht was in the middle of nowhere but that place was so enchanting, and the sky was lit by stars shining up above. We walked into the rails and I gaze at the surrounding, closing my eyes as the cold wind touches my face. Submerged into my own world for a minute, I didn't notice Adam's warm blue eyes gazing at me like he was contemplating the stars. God, that is sweet.

She tried to remain as still as possible because every time she moved, his eyes would fly open. His wounds were healed courtesy of a doctor they had met in the city before heading to the spaceport. Mary had wrapped his wounds in cloth bandages after applying a layer of sticky tree sap that stopped the bleeding and would prevent infection. She had refused to come with them, though they promised her protection from her mate and a home of her own on Zothea. "This is my home," she said. "And here I'll stay." She had also refused the gifts of money that they had offered. "I don't need it. Give it to a Koln cause in my name if you must."