The Star And The Shamrock Novels & Stories

“Whatever you think is the reality, isn’t the truth. Your brother lies to you.” With that word, he motioned to Diandra. I staggered back a little, overwhelmed with everything all at once, none of which made a single sense. Why would my twin brother lie to me? What was a moonveil blossom and why was I just learning about it? What effect did it have? How did it affect Diandra? Was this just a ploy to cause a division between me and my brother? To put a rift in the pack? Had Xena been right about not inviting these people?

A few more containers of moisturizers were still in the already opened box. Okay, Nadia, you can do this. I just had to tell them literally anything. Anything that would sell the damn products. I had got this. As I was about to leave, my eyes caught a piece of paper... Scratch that, a booklet actually. Realizing what the little book was, I walked back to where I initially stood, holding the tiny container of foundation and blush in my hand. Opening the booklet, I began to speak. "Deluca cosmetic luxury soft creme foundation is the fifteenth edition of our prestigious company's line of foundations," I read through but stopped to catch my breath.

Winter in Ireland lingers in the rain. There’s no sight of the glittering high society I left behind here. No suffocating rumors. No whispers waiting to swallow you whole. I wear a thick cream cashmere coat and carry a small bouquet of chamomile I just bought at the market. The tiny white flowers are dotted with rain, fragile and clean. It matches how I feel. Quiet. Steady. I push open the door to an old pub at the end of the lane.

“I’m going to have his baby any day now. And I forced him to promise to stay away from us. This was my only punishment for Gabriel De León, the man who destroyed our lives… our happy family.” She gave a harsh laugh. “Still… What I’m feeling now it’s so strange, mummy. I should be happy, but… I’m not. I guess I never thought he’d stay so true to his word. Perhaps he’s not the liar I thought. And my heart is telling me so… Oh, mummy, I’m so confused… so sad… all the time. I wish I could rewrite the stars… I wish I could change the past… What happened to you, to daddy… To me…”

“Coming Mum.“ I yelled for the umpteenth time, but didn't move an itch from the worn-out marble floor I laid. My gaze was still fixed on the small television which was just few metres away from me, with my chin on my hands for support. Excitement had the best of me and nothing else seemed to matter at the moment. It was that period of time that comes every year when the 'Greygott conglomeration' makes an exemption for a lower-class to get admitted into the prestigious Greygott high-shool. They make a pick from the application letters sent by over a thousand lower-class kids. It's somewhat pathetic that such number of persons struggle to get just one position. But on a second thought, you can

Sengupta in the letter. Were the words really true? Moreover, why would a brother even lie to his sister about such a thing? Did it mean that Abhijeet really was a corrupt, cruel tyrant? Were the sweet smiles that he shot us, only a part of his facade? Moreover, what other things did Shayla have to endure? Was there seriously no magic left in the universe for the girl who had all all celestial bodies trapped in her eyes? Did the shooting stars wept when they found out that all the magic dust had been finished by the time this cosmic girl needed their miracles?

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Nathan’s family lays white stones at Gregory’s feet—to light his way to Selene’s realm. Meredith, Gael, and Hakeem place white lilies in his hands—a gift for the goddess. Liam, Bhakti, and Sandra paint red crescents on his hands and feet—to keep greedy gods from stealing him as a warrior. Diego, Karamea, and Lily lay owl feathers around his head—to preserve his wisdom for the next life. Donovan, Kesha, Chloe, Casen, and Severn wind garlands of white roses and poppies around the pyre—to tether his spirit until his journey is done.

A knock sounded on the door. “Come see!” Nero Patoyer said, as his brother Marcel walked in, stepping aside as the stranger walked in with confidence like his life wasn't in danger. “I'm glad to finally meet you, I'm Kieran King of both light and dark Fae. I’ve been asking around about who’s in charge of the supernatural creatures in this town and came up empty, well until now.” Kieran said confidently, making himself comfortable. Marcel stepped forward ready to teach Kieran a lesson, but Nero shook his head stopping him. Marcel stepped back, but didn't take his eyes off Kieran or his three fifty-seven magnum strapped to his back.

Snowshade stood and drew a thick bundle of record-crystals from her enchanted ring. She crossed to Garrick and the others and let them fall from her hand. They struck the floor with a clatter and spread open. Etched across them in glowing script were dense lists of crimes, each one more sickening than the last. "This... what is this..." Garrick picked up one crystal with trembling fingers. A single glance, and his face went deathly pale. "They robbed a wandering mage of his relic, just because the material suited a circlet for Lucian Clegane?"