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I stay under the water until my fingers wrinkle until my skin is raw until I feel empty enough to move. Dressing in my nightclothes, I make my way to the kitchen. My stomach feels hollow, but not from hunger but more from a deep, consuming exhaustion that food can’t fix. Still, I pull out leftover pot roast with potatoes and mac and cheese, mechanically heating up a plate. The motions are robotic, just something to do so I don’t completely fall apart again. Sitting at the table, I pick up my phone and start scrolling through I*******m. I don’t even know why I should just put the damn thing down. But then, my thumb hesitates, hovering over a familiar profile. Star’s page.

His finger appeared and pointed to a line—there was an arrow jutting to a small note that said: grab whatever/show desperation/like it’s the end of the world. I looked up and faced those blue scorching eyes. ‘Alright. Let’s do it.’

Katherine Thomas Chapter 1 There is only one planet that we know of that holds life. It is the Earth. Our home. However, there is a small percentage of the population that never lost their true parentage. They know where they really come from, and it isn’t Earth’s perfection. They are called to watch the stars. They can see the differences that the normal humans can’t see. They instinctively know they came from the heavens. They are the ones who call themselves the Seeds of the Stardust.

Only *my* touch makes them bleed. I kill the leader last, driving starlight into his chest. His blood is molten gold, searing my palm. "He'll rise again," he gurgles. "The Devourer's *always* hungry." The gateway trembles, the city beyond flickering. Eden grabs my wrist. "Don't. It's what she wants." But the Star's hunger is a crescendo. It doesn't want to destroy-it wants to *know*. I step through. ---

Starved Passion::: Ivana and Davin were two weeks into their mutually beneficial relationship, he had always made sure to sexually satisfy her, and Ivana had always returned the favor, now she was thinking about getting her apartment, she could no longer stay with Davin in his suite, although they never set rules or agreement of any kind, Ivana wanted to have a place of her own.

“We won't say anything! We swear to God! Just leave us alone!” I slowly lift my head, open my mouth, and taste the chilly rain on my tongue. It feels like rain in a desert. I know water isn't supposed to have a taste but this tastes so sweet. It feels like life is beginning to course through my veins once again. The doors of the van slams shut. The vehicle roars to life, and disappears into the night, leaving us behind like waste. I’m so fucking broken. I’m hollowed out by three days of absolute terror and starvation. I listen to Natasha cry like a baby while Daniel consoles her. I don't have any tears left to cry. The sky is already crying on my behalf. I take into my system as much of its

I spoke and left from there without waiting for their reply. ~~~~~ Looking at the swollen cheek, I kept thinking how could even mom think so low of me? She lost all her respect in front of me. The love I had for her is slowly decreasing with each passing day. The day isn't far when I will start to hate her maybe. That's the moment I realized, I am no less than an orphan now. Dad is gone, an unloving mom, a betrayer best friend, and the cruel Playford family. I have no one to call my own. No one loves me. I am completely alone in this shitty world. I want to die.

But now that he had truly lost Esther, the pain was unbearable. Chloe had reached out to him multiple times, but he no longer cared. Without Esther, even happiness felt impossible. Only now did Tristan realize that Esther was like water to him, plain but essential. Chloe, on the other hand, was like soda—sweet and exciting but not something you could live on. Who could ever give up drinking water? But he had figured it out too late. Esther was happy now. Tristan wasn't sure if he was happy for her or mourning for himself, but he actually cried. He held his phone and watched the video all night long.

Luna’s POV The smell of turpentine clung to my skin like guilt I couldn’t wash off. It was 3:17 a.m., and I stood barefoot in my studio, wearing nothing but an oversized, paint-streaked shirt and a pair of underwear I couldn’t remember putting on. My fingers trembled from too much coffee and too little food, hovering just above the last blank canvas. My bank account was a joke. I hadn’t paid my rent. I’d been living off wine, cigarettes, and instant ramen.The final piece for tonight’s show. My chest tightened. I still hadn’t touched it.

She had lost an alarming amount of weight because of her illness. "I'll protect you this time, Mom," I murmured as I held her hand. I activated the tenfold transfer system, setting Bianca as the target. "I'll consider the seven million dollars that you stole from me as payment for your life, Bianca," I thought to myself.