All The Glimmering Stars: A Novel Novels & Stories

Tiny diamonds formed a ring of stars, cradling a silver crescent in the center. My breathing stopped. I had sketched that design when I was fifteen, in the corner of my old sketchbook. The day Ryan confessed to me, he had pointed at that drawing, his voice shaking. “Jane, one day when I have money, I’ll make this for you. “Stars always stay beside the moon. “Just like I’ll never break my promise to you.” Now he had finally made it. He just put it on someone else. On screen, Wendy touched the pendant at her collarbone and smiled shyly.

It had changed once more. Its crystal no longer held a compass. Or a vision. It held countless tiny lights. Every lantern. Every road. Every friendship. Connected. Alive. Noah closed his journal with a smile. "I think..." he whispered, "...this is where every story truly begins." Above the valley, a new star appeared in the daylight sky. Not replacing the sun. Simply shining beside it. And somewhere, in a distant world no traveler had yet reached... someone looked up at that new star— and, for reasons they could not explain,

The stars shine. And somewhere in the distance, a new year begins. Not the one we planned. The one we built. End of Chapter 146

"You've been working for my mother for the longest time, Mr. Zimmer. Or are you not sure who's actually the grandson of Miles Langford here?" Mr. Zimmer stopped in his tracks, freezing up. "Well, I…" Jennie shot him an annoyed glare right then. "My sister is the heir to this company! And you're going against her orders?! Perhaps you rather pack your things and leave?!" Mr. Zimmer paled in fear right then, and glanced at me gingerly, "Please, Mr. Langford—I have a family to feed, so please just leave and don't make this any harder for me." Though he gestured for security to drag me outside, I picked up a vase from the table and threw it at them as they closed in. "Come on, just try me! I'm no

The sky was splashed with brilliant stars which illuminated not only the atmosphere but also people's hearts. Nneoma sat on her bed, munching popcorn. At that moment, she reached for a poetry book on her cupboard which she had purchased at a bookshop during the holidays. It was titled; Chimes of Golden Tunes. 'I've not read the poems,' she murmured opening the book. She positioned herself well on the bed and flipped the pages. Arriving on the first poem, she read the title slowly. 'The Iridescent Stars; mmh… Typical of tonight.'

Afterall, a curse isn't visible to the eye. But what I did see, was the golden signet ring on his finger. He, a poor man who told me he had nothing to his name, suddenly had an expensive golden ring on his finger that glowed under the brightness of the hot sun. I fell under the sudden weight around my neck, and he caught me in his arms, kisses showering down on my head as I realised what was happening. I'd only heard stories before, but it wasn't something that one would expect to become a victim to.

He looked powerful, but I could feel his hand gripping the armrest so hard the wood was cracking. I took my first step. The glass was freezing. It groaned under my weight. A tiny crack appeared under my big toe. The crowd gasped. “Don't look down,” Alaric warned. “Look at me. Focus on the crown on your palm. Push your magic into it.” I focused on the black tattoo on my hand. It began to burn. I took another step. Then another. The glass under my feet began to glow with a faint, golden light. It wasn't my light. It was a mix of my starlight and Alaric's dark power.

Our fingers intertwined, our rings brushing past each other. A vibration went past our ring fingers. We parted and looked at our rings that were glowing. The green light from my emerald ring united with the iridescent white, blue rainbow-ish light of his moonstone ring. The light scattered into thousands of scintillas that fluttered like stars around us. The scintillas flocked around Zephyr, settling on his body. His body started glowing. I shut my eyes from the light. Once the light settled, I slowly opened my eyes that widened.

Forbidden Pleasures Stepfather’s Secret Obsession 14 Anna’s pov The fire had burned down to low, orange embers. The bright flames were gone, leaving behind a soft, warm glow that painted the trees and our skin in shades of red and gold. The lake was as still as a mirror, reflecting the millions of stars above us. It felt like we were the only two people left in the entire world.

The day I was released from prison, a woman claiming to be my ex-wife came to take me home. Instinctively, I pulled away when she reached for my hand. "I don't know you." She frowned, assuming I was still upset. "Five years ago, we agreed that once you got out, we'd remarry. Mom's getting older, and she misses you." Hearing that, I opened the diary I always carried with me. Written inside was an instruction: 'If someone claims to be your ex-wife, go home with her.' So, I did. After I returned home, I became the perfect husband and the perfect son in their eyes. When my ex-wife seemed to be fooling around with my younger half-brother, I pretended not to notice. When my mother openly admi