What Is The Meaning Behind Counting Stars?

Seven years into our marriage, my husband had repeatedly postponed the trip he had promised our daughter. The first time, his childhood friend lost her job, and he insisted on taking her away to distract her. The second time, she went through a breakup, and he worried she might do something reckless. This time, I booked the tickets six months in advance. Just last night, I asked him, "You're not going to leave me for her again, are you?" He pulled our daughter into an affectionate hug. "Absolutely not." But when I arrived at the airport, my husband was there, hand in hand with his childhood friend, who had just finalized her divorce. "She hasn't been doing well lately. I want to bring her along." I held my temper and told him she was a grown woman. He couldn't keep babysitting her. He didn't see a problem with it. "Just for the next few days, at least. "Oh, and Sophie's afraid of the dark. She can't sleep alone. You and Stella can share a room. I'll stay with her." Our daughter tugged at his sleeve, her voice barely above a whisper. "Daddy, didn't you promise to watch the stars with me?" He shoved her away, impatient. "You're five years old. Start acting your age." Stella stumbled but didn't cry. She looked up at me and asked if the trip was canceled again. At that moment, I suddenly didn't want to fight anymore.

“I won't let time hinder our love, wait for me, I'm coming to get you.” Two different person trying to straighten their lives, happen to switch paths they are taking. Will this be a chaos? Or will they be able to find their lost stars? PART 1 & 2 will be combined in one book, so you wouldn't be needing to search it again. Enjoy reading!

“Flame burns brighter than love, but when the spotlight fades, only the scars remain… and sometimes, the heart chooses the very flame that destroys it.” . . . . . Evanya Martel never imagined her life would entwine with Ryan Williams - the dazzling movie star, adored singer, and every girl’s dream. Yet fate, manipulation, and betrayal pulled her into his orbit, binding her to a marriage that was never meant to be. What should have been a fairytale quickly turned into a battlefield of chaos, misunderstandings, and heartbreak. Between Ryan’s intoxicating charm and destructive flaws, Evanya is forced to confront not only the cracks in their marriage but the shadows of her own fears. As friendships fracture, scandals erupt, and love is tested against fame’s cruel spotlight, Evanya must decide: will she remain the meek woman everyone underestimates, or rise into the strong, independent soul she was always meant to be? In a world where desire collides with betrayal, and hope flickers even in the darkest corners, her journey will leave you breathless. A story of resilience, passion, and the courage to reclaim one’s destiny, **Kiss of a Fallen Star** is a gripping tale that will captivate your heart. *Book 2 in the spin-off series of Kiss of His Betrayal.*

I could see the countdown above a person’s head when they had already decided to leave their partner. The day my father’s countdown hit zero, he slapped a lawyer’s letter on the breakfast table and walked out on my mother and me. The day my best friend’s countdown hit zero, she finally threw her parasite of a boyfriend out of her apartment and changed the locks before sunset. That was why I’d always been terrified of seeing a countdown above my fiancé, Lucian Bellandi. Luckily, for seven years by his side, the space above his head had stayed clean. Lucian was the youngest Don the Bellandi family had ever seen. He owned the docks, the casinos, and half the South Side’s dirty money, yet he saved every soft part of himself for me. Until last month, when he picked me up after a family auction. I looked up and saw blood-red numbers stabbing into my eyes. [702 days, 14 hours, 22 minutes.] Less than two years. My heart tightened like a cold hand had closed around it. I started searching for an answer like a woman losing her mind. Had I done something wrong? Then, during a blizzard by the lake, we ran into Mia Crane at the back entrance of the Bellandi Hotel. Lucian had just brought her into his charity foundation as a new assistant. Snow clung to her hair and lashes. She was shivering from head to toe, but her smile was bright and painfully innocent. Lucian pulled a black silk handkerchief from his breast pocket and handed it to her. His face was calm. There was nothing openly improper in the gesture. But in that exact second, the countdown above his head jumped. [327 days, 4 hours, 47 minutes.] More than three hundred days, gone. And I knew I had found the reason.

While packing Ethan's flight bag, I found a custom solo wings pin. The engraving on the back read: For Lark, to celebrate your first solo. Beneath the box sat the receipt for Skyler's flight school tuition, paid in full by Ethan, along with a photograph. In the photo, she was sitting in the pilot's seat. Ethan's gloved hand rested over hers on the control yoke. Seven years ago, I had sat in that same seat. Back then, I was one step away from my first solo flight, but Ethan talked me out of it again and again, always claiming it was "for my own good." He said flying was dangerous, that someone had to stay home and take care of things. I put down my logbook, pressed the wrinkles out of every one of his captain's uniforms, and spent seven years living by his flight schedule. Only now did I finally understand. It wasn't that he didn't want to take anyone flying. He just didn't want to take me. What made it even more absurd was that the night Skyler first flew through the clouds, I was alone in a hospital, losing our baby. I called him over a dozen times. At three in the morning, he finally called back, his voice flat and indifferent. "I just took Lark through the clouds. Next time something comes up, give me a heads-up." I put the wings pin back exactly where I found it, then pulled the crumpled ultrasound printout from the bottom of the drawer and tucked it inside the logbook that had been gathering dust for seven years. This time, I wasn't going to wait for him to look back. He convinced me to leave the pilot's seat, then turned around and put another woman in the sky. So I would leave him and take back the sky that had always been mine.

Colette cares about two things; love and love songs. Her heart is filled with butterflies and yet no one ever loved her back. Sometimes it feels like her loveless fate had been destined and sometimes she wanted to fight this stupid fate by letting herself love shamelessly and pushing for the best case scenario. It started with Hussein. A dear friend of hers with cute afro but Hussein said he loved another girl. He promised to be friends with her forever but why does he still look at her...that way? Then she met Romeo by chance, a charming young popstar with the eyes of the sun. It was only natural, she fell for him. But Romeo turned out to be a jerk to her incapable of loving anyone. But the issue here was her heart couldn't stop loving them so she never stopped trying. Will Colette ever find the love she so desperately wanted? Or will the love she searches for be the very thing that will ruin her beyond repair?