Bright Stars Books Novels & Stories

Kathryn Michaels is a country bumpkin with an honest personality. She's also a timid woman who tends to make careless mistakes at work. Just one glare can easily make her burst into tears. Chris Albert is the most well-known man in Harborlean. He's a cruel and bloodthirsty man with a penchant for brutal and inhuman methods. No woman dares to pine after him even though he's blessed with gorgeous looks. Unexpectedly, a woman actually manages to sneak into his room and sleep with him while he's drunk! Just as Chris scours the world for the mysterious woman, he realizes that his secretary is putting on more weight each passing day. With a dark expression on his face, he coaxes, "Tell me, Kathy.

His muscles pull tightly against the button up shirt he's wearing and I catch myself staring at him. I look away back to the book Infront of me sliding my glasses back into place. I run my eyes over the page I have flipped open and begin turning them. I've studied this way my entire life. I don't actually have to read the material to know it I just have to look at it. It's filed away in my brain for a rainy day. "There's no way you're actually reading that fast." He says looking over at the book as I continue to flip page after page only pausing long enough to rack my eyes over the content.

Bruno and Helena's words echoed in the dining room, filling the space with an atmosphere of love and gratitude. As dinner continued, Bruno and Helena exchanged knowing smiles, knowing they were surrounded by the unconditional love and support of their children and grandchildren. They knew that, regardless of what the future held, they had everything they needed: each other and a family united by love. *** The scene was serene, enveloped by the soft dimness of the night, while the stars sparkled in the firmament, silent witnesses to a story unfolding over the years. Bruno, immersed in the contemplation of the night sky, felt connected to something greater, a sense of nostalgia and gratitude p

She closes her eyes and tried and did the inhale and exhale method to calm herself down. “Stop it Brianne, don’t act stupid.” She whispered to herself. “Stupid? Who?” Nicholas said behind her which made her jolt on her sit. “Nothing, I’m talking to myself.” She said and try to post a convincing smile to him and he look at her suspiciously as he sat back down. “A cake, thank you,” she said as she look inside the book. “Try it.” He said and handed her a spoon and knife he opens took out a paper plate from the paper bag he is also holding.

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However, as I neared the staircase, a kid came barreling towards me. In that split second, I tumbled down the stairs. Agony ripped through my belly, and as I stared at the dark red liquid spreading on the floor, darkness closed in. ... Marvin stood in the sterile hospital corridor, staring at a lifeless form under a stark white sheet. He read the doctor's report, each word a leaden weight. He cursed his knowledge of the words, cursed his own feeble strength. He had clung to hope, believing time would heal.

It was a bridge between his past and our present. In the center of the room stood the crib. It was mahogany, dark and rich, polished to a mirror shine. It looked sturdy enough to survive an earthquake. And above it... Above the crib hung a mobile. But not plastic animals. It was made of delicate glass stars and... pages. I walked closer. The "stars" were folded from paper. "Are those..." I reached out to touch one. "Alex, are these book pages?" "First editions," he murmured, standing behind me. "Pride and Prejudice. Jane Eyre. The Great Gatsby."

Instead, he replied with actual books I’ve read before in my first life that he firmly hated. “‘Darkness Within’ is my first recommendation. Absolutely amazing. ‘Death, are you real?’ is also good, as well as ‘The Next Morning’. Those three are my best picks.” I blinked several times, visibly surprised. Earlier events completely shoved to the side as this new discovery of Cassius Silverton reading thriller books had me utterly nonplussed.

“Uh, at what, exactly?” “The shooting star. It’s falling just there...” I trailed off, realising that in covering up my first mistake I’d made a second. Human eyes couldn’t pick out half as much as mine could, no matter how little light pollution marred the sky here. “It’s gone now. Burned up into dust.” “The brightest candle burns twice as hot but for half as long,” he said, eyeing me like he’d relayed some great wisdom. My lips twitched. Taking pity on him, I filled the swelling silence. “It sure does.”

He also knows how to get tired, and it will be even more peaceful when I rest near the person I love the most. The curtains had not yet been drawn, revealing a view of the night sky. The bright moonlight is no longer lonely because it is surrounded by the company of twinkling stars. And those starlights are no longer easily obscured by the noisy lights because it has embraced a gentle full moon, enough to illuminate and give it an area to remember. The moon and stars illuminate the world, cover life with a warm light, and cherish in the heart a passionate love. How many things have gone through, is far away, is life and death, but looking back, love is still as beautiful as the day it just