Yesterday's Star Novels & Stories

The line picked up on the second ring. “It’s me,” she whispered, her voice tight and cold. “Tomorrow morning’s keynote—I want Lena Shore off that stage. I don’t care how. I want her ruined.” “Double the price.” She hung up. The night wind blew across her face, but her smile was icy and cruel. Lena Shore, you’re already doomed.

“Gregor, they will think you’re crazy if you say it. I mean, seriously think about it. WE are the ones created from star dust. The ones to seed a planet from another, and it took thousands of years for that to happen. Every time we kiss, the sky lights up with a show delivered by the heavens itself. The fact it is also my birthday is just another random fact to throw in there. It is a truly crazy story, and no one would believe you if you said it.” “I am crazy, though.” He said. “At least the entire world got a show on your birthday.” “And so did I.,” she replied. “A pretty good one at that. A nice birthday present from things which at least remembered what today was.” “Oh, you think?” he as

He looked stunned that I’d called on him. “How do you think the Yaldons will react to this? Especially Olivia. Don’t you think this might cause some backlash for you?” I smirked. “I don’t care.” Then I stepped down from the podium, ignoring the noise as Raven cleared a path to the car. ******* “Thank you for coming back, Raven. I can’t believe you left Star Entertainment. Weren’t you working with Dara as her manager?” I asked, genuinely worried. Raven was my manager before I retired, my ride-or-die.

Then she stood, squared her shoulders, and whispered to her reflection: “Let the #MakeTheSuperstarFallInLoveIn90DAYS begin.” ** Emily’s fingers hovered over her phone screen as she sat in the quiet corner of the university library, her heart pounding like a war drum. She opened Charles Adam’s official profile. It was polished, curated, and maddeningly impersonal. Photos from red carpets, behind-the-scenes clips, interviews, and promotional posters for his upcoming film, The Last Ember, co-starring the ever-glamorous Margeaux Shell.

Slowly she walked over to the window. “That bed is yours.” One of the girls informed Maia and pointed to the other top bunk. It had sheets and a big blanket and fluffy-looking pillows. “My name’s Jasmine. That’s Vanessa and that’s Nicole.” The same girl introduced herself and pointed to each of the other girls. “What’s your name?” She put her journal beside her and looked down at Maia with a smile. “Maia.” She said simply, looking up at the girl. She had super curly hair and darker skin. Her smile was bright and kind and she wore a purple pullover. She had her coily hair pulled back with a yellow scrunchie.

"You scumbags are really shameless! How could you do this to Xavier? Back when you were penniless, who saved their allowance to spend on you? And Hayden, you're utterly heartless! Xavier got you your job. Without him, could you ever have gotten into such a good company?" Hayden's face was icy as he retorted without a trace of shame, "Did I force him to find that job for me?" "Enough! Shut up!" Kelly suddenly shrieked. She looked calmly at the camera. "Xavier, we need to talk. You've really misunderstood. I'll come see you tomorrow morning to clear everything up." My friend cursed at her before immediately hanging up. I sighed and comforted him for a while before lying down to sleep. I had a

After closing up the stall, I returned to my dorm room, only to hear my other two roommates gossiping about how Zachary had been hospitalized due to gastrointestinal bleeding from excessive alcohol consumption. One of them commented, "Kelly hasn't been to class the past two days since she's been heading to the hospital every day. She even bought a ton of imported fruits and condoms…"

The next morning, I woke up from my sleep and noticed Landon with his buddies discussing something so serious about some music industry. I wanted to come out, but I didn’t want to show up with hickeys all over my body and make them think we just had sex. So, I stayed in the room for ages until they left. I got up and dressed myself properly. I took Landon’s outstanding perfume and sprayed all over my body to get rid of the alcoholic smell on me. Which I was sure didn’t smell that bad, but I wanted to do it anyway and last night was incredible. I got outside the room and saw Landon talking angrily over the phone. I have never seen him so furious before.

Some spiral symbols were also decorating his head, starting from the top of his skull--since he was bald, they were noticeable--ending up below his eyes. "No, I told you! My name is Sirius! The brightest star!" the boy shouted as he pointed his finger towards the sky. The shimmering sea of the universe, although unfamiliar compared to the one he was used to, was the only thing that made the boy feel nostalgic about his former world. If only that geezer stopped calling him Astar, it would be great. "Astar!" the man repeated as he shook his head and pointing toward the sky too. "No, I am Sirius!"

She gently traced my tombstone and whispered, "You are the starlight that vanished from my sky." Finally, my soul began to fade. Thank you, my sister.